The Humanities Massacre 🔪

A special kind of event that occurs each year when thousands of typical Indian parent’s dreams are killed by kids who are even bigger dreamers . 

I have killed dreams to reach here , just not my own . In that sense the whole lot of my class and the entire humanities division are selfish dream killers . And this year our infamous course is going to grow in size yet again . 

Welcome to humanities town population: 100,00,00 + 

Temperature : warmer than commerce ,India when compared to the Pakistan that is science , where you have no idea who’s attacking you , the government ,the terrorists or the military . 

One common factor in all the individuals who practise this science called humanities , oh wait just got more backlash for calling humanities a science . 

Sorry am not sorry , the one common thing in us the disappointments who scored 90+ in tenth and still took the arts is that , we’re selfish and all in the pursuit of our OWN dreams and ambitions not the ones chacha , mama , mausi , papa and ma  imposed upon us to brighten the family name . 

We like seeing our own names in journals better than our family names , mainly because they’ve never foregone a chance to guilt trip us for not being more like our every-Indian- parents- wet -dream kinda kids , our  cousins who took PCM and became engineers and landed a job straight out of college  . While whatever debate competitions and internships we bagged was looked down upon because c’mon “its only arts,da“. 

So winning the hearts of the family was naturally never on the bucket list . 

I remember when I first broke the news to my family , believe me in India it’s as tense as telling your family you’re gay especially if you got 96 percent and still want to pursue arts , my mother as always was playing her role as a smother ( smothering mother ) amazing as always and supported me because she’s undoubtedly the one person who believes I can do anything I want to .
But my dad on the other hand , like every other Indian parent freaked out but never said no yet warned me several times and just last week that when all my other friends becomes engineers and doctors I must not come complaining to him . 

It’s amazing how an Indian dad can turn career counsellor the minute his only daughter plans to venture into the arts . He said engineering , I said I would undoubtedly flunk 11th because I knew math only enough to get decent grades in tenth and don’t plan to do something I despise just to earn a living when I can do the opposite and be content. 

Immediately he propositioned the next desired profession , emphasizing that there would be no math just physics , chemistry and biology and this time I couldn’t slip out easily because fortunately or unfortunately in this case I had got A1 in science ( but we all know 10th science doesn’t matter at all in 11th)  so I countered it with the fact that the maths in physics and chemistry would compensate the loss of actual math . 

My dad rolled around with the idea for a few more days , going as far as to say I could become a gynecologist and be the family doctor .

 Yeah right , if I wanted to look at hoo Haa’s and pee pee’s for a living I might as well could be an engineer and view that on my laptop screen ( read :porn) get paid for it and not even get my hands dirty . 

But naturally I got what I want , like I usually make sure I do,  because like Blair waldorf once said ……

 destiny is for losers , it’s just an excuse for waiting around for things to happen instead of making things happen . 

So here I am,  where I always wanted to be . 

God knows how many people’s dreams we have killed in pursuit of our own dreams which are a 


 little more out of the ordinary than the rest  . 

Because we are the batch of dreamers who aren’t afraid to kill , stand up for ourselves , our ideas and our beliefs . 

Welcome to humanities town  , we’re all a little selfish around here. 
 

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For Auld Lang Syne 💌

Old ties and new skies , heralding a new year .

Sitting here in the last 20 my minutes of the much awaited ending of the year 2016 the tune that is ringing through my head is the one that made the title .

Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind ? 

These lyrics have significant meaning now , although the world from which this song has originated has long come to an end.  

We’re in an entirely  different century with an entirely different batch of people with different principles and mindsets but yet this song entices us to put our thinking hats on as we harbring the new year . 

Should old acquaintance be forgot ? See , the Instagram and Facebook posts and trolls would’ve have already made up your mind by now with their “this new year cut off the people who’ve brought unhappiness and drama into your lives ” posts, but as always I beg to differ . 

Cutting people off ? Really , is that how you want to start a brand new year by cutting ties with people who’ve been part , however small of 2016 . 

Yes people often the ones who we consider the closest to us are the main sources of our unhappiness and grief and are key players in moments which we wish we could pass and not experience . 

But ,as a much loved but unfortunately dead literary character once said 

You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world…but you do have some say in who hurts you and I like my choices.

 And like him we must also like our choices because believe it or not these people who’ve hurt us , have done so because we’ve given them that power . 

I would say don’t give people the power to hurt you but no that won’t do then I would be just like any other slightly narcissistic writers encouraging the “don’t  care”  culture . 

Because please the year is 2017 , we must care more , the world will be a lot better with a little bit of care and effort . 

But we must remember that these people who have this power are human , yes those we love and seem no less than perfect are human and they’re faulty humans just like us with ugly alter egos and certain weaknesses that overpower them JUST LIKE US .

So , this new year however shiny and nice the prospect of new relationships and new people might sound let’s take care of the ones who hit home a long while ago . 

Nrture the relationships you’ve already built and don’t cut people off like ribbons because much like the case of ribbons it’s very hard to tie it together again without seeing the strain inside and outside . 

Because if you TAKE CARE OF THE PENNIES THE POUNDS WILL TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES . 

Happy New year and thank you for the reading and the after  thoughts but like TS Elliott once said 

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice.’

 I am yet to find that voice and so are you ,  so I hope with all my heart and a bit of my liver that the voice you’ve got to find speaks of love and  euphoria mixed with the melancholic happiness of reminiscing times past . 

365 days and 365 chances to get it right 🎐



Eternally thankful to the Downton Abbey series for Introducing me to this song precisely a year back on NYE . 🙂



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