Where are the clothes?

I have noticed that however I seem to be at a drive to increase my wardrobe, there always seems to be a dearth of appealing items for me to pick off the rack. I go, search, and head back home with as few as 1 or if lucky 2 items from my almost close to 4 hours of attempt at shopping. I am certain many would say women are just too finicky but that is not true, I have seen that I tend to see so many clothes at so many places when I am not looking for them or else am practically broke!

I so hate it when I so need something and then nothing ever shows up, hence leaving me no choice but to wear something which given a choice I wouldn’t have preferred to wear to the same occasion. Eventually, I have noticed that I always end up having to buy clothes when I need to replace the ones which I will be throwing out the following weekend. How then do I ever succeed in growing my wardrobe? When I look at all the options which one has outside of India, the shopping facilities which exist, especially the option of shopping online when the sales are on, is what I believe helps in growing and having an extensive wardrobe. Why is it not possible to have such options in India? How many of us want that the merchandise bought over the internet can be assured of their quality? But we never have that assurance do we?

Well, now I have a reason to blame someone other than myself about the problems I seem to continuously keep facing with regard to my wardrobe.

Time to change

How right it is when amma (my mother) used to say that life as you get older gets only complicated and you should enjoy when you are a child. Then I wanted to grow up and become all ' big girl'. Now, I understand what she was trying to say, I respect her immensely for what she made me see in life, things which she taught me to be important and what would be needed for me as I was growing up.

Now that I am more on the path towards being grown up, I have started to see the different side of things, things which have been purely unknown to me and and now they seem to be revealing themselves. There are a lot many things which I need to understand, change and realize that I am not that kid which I used to be.

I just pray that I shall not slip en route the change.

Standing by ...

Giving up is something so easy and something which can not be reversed also. Starting on anything is starting and seeing it till the end of your capability. What if you decide that in between you are not capable of doing what you intended, I believe it does not hurt to try harder. One's belief when you started out on something should not die through time.

And I feel if you think you are losing the motivation and drive that you had then time for you to sit down and get it back, not decide to branch away into something else which might look easier, more interesting, less troublesome etc.

When the tough gets going, I believe the going should really get tough. And by the going really getting tough, one should stand by one's decisions. Sometimes you are not the only one whom the decision will be affecting, and hence things can't be started and left midway, they need to be seen to completion.

By this, I hope to stand by many many things I have started and things which i feel need me to see to completion too.

Kite Runner

Recently I read the ‘Kite Runner’. I had planned on reading it so long back, when it had caused the rave in the literary circles and when I had read so many awe struck reviews in its favour, but that never did happen and now, finally almost a year late I finally got down to reading it, and I must admit that one of the books after a very long time which has made me finish the book in the least number of sittings. The story and the characters somehow do that to you I believe when you are reading a fiction. Some books have it in them, and all due respect to the author alone. The last book of the same character which I read was ‘Untouchables’ by Mulk Raj Anand. The depth of the characters and their thoughts seem to always keep them on your mind, till the stories completely unveils before you, and that is what seemingly pulls you back to the pages of the book, to know what beholds for them.

Another aspect which I realized as I was reading this book was how I did know Taliban but not the fact that Russians attacked Afghanistan which along with the US support for Russia resulted in the rise of the Taliban. How can you blame a country’s men in coming up to save their country when many just fled their country with whatever that could fit into a sack! Then, what led them to their present ways of terror and hatred such that in a few years time, the natives who stayed on in Afghanistan and who looked upon the Taliban as a saviour now looked upon them as equals to the Russians a few years back.

The various instances sited where so many try to leave the country only to be fooled by their own country men just for the few dollars to feed the hungry mouths at home. Who do you blame? Cheats or fathers?

Something similar to what you see in Untouchable where those fathers, mothers, brothers, wives are also in such a situation where their voice is not heard and rather there they are not even allowed to voice! A country at war looks savage and looks uncivilized, in fact looks like those times when we were also not where we are now. We move back in time with each step we take closer to war, as I truly doubt whether we will ever be able to prosper with war on our doorstep. War will only deter the growth and slow the process, but everything will eventually happen if not today, the day after!