Today I saw a McDonald's hoarding that had a Chicken McGrill on it. And while it looked quite appetising at the first glance (photoshop!!)! I looked closely and realised that the slices of tomato in the burger had droplets of water on it (photoshop?) How is that appetising? Contrary to popular belief, freshness isn't always about there being droplets of water on the fruit or vegetable. Especially when it's inside your food. Why would you want wet tomato in your burger?
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Saturday, 26 November 2011
Friday, 25 November 2011
We need some fixing.
The heart and the mind work in a weird manner, in tandem with each other.
When you like someone, and you try to get over them, your heart decides to have a mind of it's own and resist all attempts made by that little voice of reason. Your heart has these irrational hopes and expectations that just because you like someone, the person will like you back (despite the fact that there are no signs of this perceived reciprocation of "like"). And the heart is always stronger than the mind in matters such as these. So then your heart decides to do something extremely stupid and proclaim your undying love for the object of your affection despite your mind telling you to shut the fuck up and not ruin whatever is there between the two of you.
So there you are, writing odes and confessions of eternal love to the person you have a silly crush on and halfway through this proclamation, BAM, you realise what a fucked up idea this was. Your heart decides to have palpitations and little panic attacks and starts flipping around uncontrollably, and leaves matters in your mind's hands. So your mind is stuck trying to figure the situation out and resolve it. Your mind, being stuck in such a fix, decides to crack a joke (which is in fact, really bad, and will be one other reason that you will regret having this conversation with that person, EVER). Then comes that awkward pause where you don't say anything and then assure each other (again, awkwardly) that things won't change between the two of you.
That day of rejection will be spent painfully and shamefully, in mourning and berating oneself (and multitasking) and hoping that your object of affection does fall in love with you eventually, while simultaneously trying to fend off your heart's doucheyness as it tries to defend the "love of your life" and let his image of perfection not be tainted by the fact that he doesn't reciprocate your feelings. At some point in time, your overburdened mind will begin to ignore your heart's drama and decide to sleep anyway, despite the fact that your heart is broken and all that jazz.
However, (dramatic twist in the tale), when you wake up next morning, your mind has hypnotised your heart and suddenly they're working together, telling you that you never really liked him that much and that he was a silly crush, not worth the boohoo. There you are, sitting in silence, while there's a motivation overload in your mind and body and you're finally convinced that you didn't ever really like him that much and that you have now moved on.
When you like someone, and you try to get over them, your heart decides to have a mind of it's own and resist all attempts made by that little voice of reason. Your heart has these irrational hopes and expectations that just because you like someone, the person will like you back (despite the fact that there are no signs of this perceived reciprocation of "like"). And the heart is always stronger than the mind in matters such as these. So then your heart decides to do something extremely stupid and proclaim your undying love for the object of your affection despite your mind telling you to shut the fuck up and not ruin whatever is there between the two of you.
So there you are, writing odes and confessions of eternal love to the person you have a silly crush on and halfway through this proclamation, BAM, you realise what a fucked up idea this was. Your heart decides to have palpitations and little panic attacks and starts flipping around uncontrollably, and leaves matters in your mind's hands. So your mind is stuck trying to figure the situation out and resolve it. Your mind, being stuck in such a fix, decides to crack a joke (which is in fact, really bad, and will be one other reason that you will regret having this conversation with that person, EVER). Then comes that awkward pause where you don't say anything and then assure each other (again, awkwardly) that things won't change between the two of you.
That day of rejection will be spent painfully and shamefully, in mourning and berating oneself (and multitasking) and hoping that your object of affection does fall in love with you eventually, while simultaneously trying to fend off your heart's doucheyness as it tries to defend the "love of your life" and let his image of perfection not be tainted by the fact that he doesn't reciprocate your feelings. At some point in time, your overburdened mind will begin to ignore your heart's drama and decide to sleep anyway, despite the fact that your heart is broken and all that jazz.
However, (dramatic twist in the tale), when you wake up next morning, your mind has hypnotised your heart and suddenly they're working together, telling you that you never really liked him that much and that he was a silly crush, not worth the boohoo. There you are, sitting in silence, while there's a motivation overload in your mind and body and you're finally convinced that you didn't ever really like him that much and that you have now moved on.
How does this happen? Every single time. This supposed logic fails me.
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Tuesday, 8 November 2011
AIESEC Mumbai' Balakalakaar 2011 - Day 1
So, as almost everyone knows, AIESEC is an international youth organisation in around 110 countries around the world. The main aim of the organisation is to facilitate international exchange and create a social impact on the world around us, with the help of students only.
I was recruited into AIESEC in August 2011 after which I was chosen to be the Organising Committee Vice President for the Workshops that were to be organised during one of our biggest annual events, Balakalakaar. For me, this was a brilliant opportunity and I was absolutely elated.
Since the past few months, I have been working to organise workshops in the fields of Art&Craft, Dance and Theatre for children from various NGOs and BMC schools. And finally these efforts have come to fruition. Today was the first pre-event to kickstart Balakalakaar.
Today's event was an Craft workshop for an NGO called "Can Kids...Kids Can", an NGO for cancer-afflicted children in Wadia Hospital Parel.
When our team of 6 AIESECers and 2 workshop conductors entered the ward, we were silenced. We knew what we were working for, but it never completely struck us that we would be encountering children of such young ages who were afflicted by cancer. There were young children of ages 2 and 3 who were afflicted with leukaemia. But when we interacted with these children, we didn't even realise the difference. They were so energetic, lively and loving that we forgot the fact that we were sitting in a corridor full of people on some jute mats with no fans or food or water. We just sat with them and made tribal people out of newspapers, glue and black paint. Each of these children was so special to us and we formed an inexplicable connection with them. Along with the kids, their guardians and mentors were present too and together we aided the kids to make the tribal figures. Not like they required much help, for, within two hours, we felt artistically handicapped in front of them as they produced brilliant pieces.
It was such a brilliant start to Balakalakaar 2011 and we enjoyed every bit of it. Honestly, I can't wait for the other events to bring smiles to all the children's faces.
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I was recruited into AIESEC in August 2011 after which I was chosen to be the Organising Committee Vice President for the Workshops that were to be organised during one of our biggest annual events, Balakalakaar. For me, this was a brilliant opportunity and I was absolutely elated.
Since the past few months, I have been working to organise workshops in the fields of Art&Craft, Dance and Theatre for children from various NGOs and BMC schools. And finally these efforts have come to fruition. Today was the first pre-event to kickstart Balakalakaar.
Today's event was an Craft workshop for an NGO called "Can Kids...Kids Can", an NGO for cancer-afflicted children in Wadia Hospital Parel.
When our team of 6 AIESECers and 2 workshop conductors entered the ward, we were silenced. We knew what we were working for, but it never completely struck us that we would be encountering children of such young ages who were afflicted by cancer. There were young children of ages 2 and 3 who were afflicted with leukaemia. But when we interacted with these children, we didn't even realise the difference. They were so energetic, lively and loving that we forgot the fact that we were sitting in a corridor full of people on some jute mats with no fans or food or water. We just sat with them and made tribal people out of newspapers, glue and black paint. Each of these children was so special to us and we formed an inexplicable connection with them. Along with the kids, their guardians and mentors were present too and together we aided the kids to make the tribal figures. Not like they required much help, for, within two hours, we felt artistically handicapped in front of them as they produced brilliant pieces.
It was such a brilliant start to Balakalakaar 2011 and we enjoyed every bit of it. Honestly, I can't wait for the other events to bring smiles to all the children's faces.
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Friday, 4 November 2011
:)
I haven't had such a fun day in a while now. And such an exciting one too. I met Vipin Sharma and got something big for Balakalakaar and AIESEC and that just makes me feel so good.
Then I sang on the roads with Shettu and Farhad and stole Farhad's hat. Found free papers and gave them to a delighted acquaintance.
So yes, it doesn't sound too much fun here. But why take away from the fun of the day by giving every detail?
I had a really good time and that's all :).
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Then I sang on the roads with Shettu and Farhad and stole Farhad's hat. Found free papers and gave them to a delighted acquaintance.
So yes, it doesn't sound too much fun here. But why take away from the fun of the day by giving every detail?
I had a really good time and that's all :).
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