Sunday, January 29, 2012

Perceptual Blocking

In Marketing, its defined as the everyday noise that our mind automatically shuts out, because if we processed every single thing that was happening around us, we'd lose it. (And that's really an understatement)

You don't notice every single advertisement in the newspaper, you miss a few signboards and some people while you're driving, you don't register what every single person is wearing or doing in a shopping mall, simply because its too much.

And so, your mind knows when to filter and what to block. And it does this without you having to point it out, or remind it to do so.

If only we could do that consciously too.

(Now in Marketing, when you do that, you're protecting yourself from things you don't want to hear or see and its Perceptual Defence. Like for instance, a smoker ignoring the anti-smoking commercials. But I'm not talking about that.)

If only we could make our wicked brain shut up for a while, and consciously choose to ignore the small things about all the people we care about - life would be so much easier. And happier.

Who cares about whether or not he opens the door for you, or if she's texted you before she's tweeted good morning to the rest of the world? Why would you keep a count of which of your friends called you at midnight on your birthday? Why does it matter if someone never makes the first move, takes the first step? Why do we have to remember the small flaws we all have? Why do we have to be so petty?

Why can't we block all of that crap out and just remember that these people matter, irrespective of their flaws and habits. Because no one can makes us happy, the way they do. 

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Escape It All


"The roar of the sea, that thunderous sound the waves make~ for some reason I find that calming. Their strife, the way they crash, the power they possess to swoop over everything, destroy everything that lies in their path- I find absurdly peaceful. I could sit on the beach all day, doing absolutely nothing, because I cannot stop looking. Listening to the waves- it’s probably the best way to put me to sleep. 
Goa is picturesque in a way that’s hard to explain. Every step, every turn we take, every corner leads us to a house that simply tells a tale, that narrates the most beautiful story so vivid, so surreal so dramatic and yet so subtly simple, so simply subtle. 
There’s so much history, so much to learn and so much to feel. Goa is vibrant, colorful, and just all over the place. It’s simply festive. You can’t be here and NOT want to jump around. And then you go to the beach and serenity just takes over.
It’s like you’ve found contentment, or actually achieved self-actualization. And in a way I suppose it’s like being high. Because your mind starts to numb, your thoughts turn hazy, and you stop worrying about every single thing that happens to be wrong with the world and just sit around like an idiot smiling to yourself. Goa makes you forget your worries.
(Don't even get me started on the food, I won't stop. Sigh.)


It smells different, not the salt-sweat-sea-fish smell that I’m so used to. It’s nothing like Bombay. Nothing.
The humidity here even feels different from the humidity I know. It for some reason reminds me of Kerela. I don’t quite know why. There’s a part of me that’s scared, terrified even that I won’t like Bombay now. Because Bombay has no space for laziness, slowness, tranquility and stopping to think. Bombay is always in this mad rush, this hurry to get to the next step, the next place even though no one in the world has a clue of what the next step is, or where we’re supposed to go the next second.
But Goa, Goa is where you can take your time, pause to not smell the roses but rather to sniff the air and decide if you want to call this feeling contentment or tranquility.
As for what I’m calling it~ I don’t know, I haven’t quite decided yet. 
So excuse me for a bit, I must go continue sniffing the air :)"


~ And THIS is why I wish I could be back there. Now

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Another Dream To Chase

For a while now I have been trying to sum up what I have on my mind and I haven't been able to and that is only mildly annoying.
Life is strange and I know I have said that SO many times and it's stupid that it still surprises me this much, but you can't quite sit down and accept the fact that life will be strange right?
Cause even when you do, it just finds this whole new level of being strange. And so you're back to square one, and surprised.
I had this perpetual  trademark patented statement that I'd make, literally every single day, and on several occasions more than once a day, and now, now that I don't have to say it anymore, I'm not grateful. Now, I wish I could say it.
And that's just the thing right? The grass will always seem to be greener on the other side? We will always want to get back what we lost or gave up on, and contentment, how long can contentment last before you just give up and get fed up?
On another note, the problem with Plan A working out is that you have to give up Plan B, and I do not like that. Not one bit. I want it all to work out, and I want it to work exactly the way I want it.
And that never really happens, does it?

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Brighter Than Sunshine

The lights of the city, the streetlights on the roads had just been switched on and against the blue sky they looked so strange, so unnecessary. It was 6:30 pm on a cold winter’s day, but surprisingly it wasn't dark yet. The sky was almost cloudless, pale blue and then suddenly ahead of me lay this beautiful golden pink orange haze. 

To my left were rocks and one solitary huge building- lit up. It stood there incongruously, standing out against the serenity of everything else. The place was so unlike Bombay. There was an entire stretch of untouched land, no buildings, nothing.  Just the vast emptiness of the sky and a faint outline of the moon, crescent and almost invisible and one single shining star. 

The road seemed endless; the lights seemed to stretch out on the road ahead as it curved.  And all there was on that lonely road in December was him and me. Him and Me. The emptiness, but the completeness of the moment stunned me. You couldn't possibly find this emptiness in Bombay.

And somewhere I think in this silent stretch of land, we found each other.

The road took another turn  and the entire city, the buildings and trees formed this outline of dark hazy shadows.
Just complete darkness, and then a soft hopeful pastel orange pink and then the calmest blue. I couldn't bring myself to stop looking out of the window, at that patch of eerily orange sky, the horizontal strip in the middle of all that blue, even when he placed his hand on mine. 

It was a start. A new beginning. And in that moment, I couldn't help but feel that maybe, maybe this time things would really be okay. Maybe this time we would be okay. 

-TUCS