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Air France

No wonder Paris is the fashion capital. Though I don’t really fancy an air hostess career, I can’t help loving this uniform!

Really, I pity my juniors. Getting 90 percent and not getting their names even in the third merit list. Isn’t this horrifying? I feel really lucky. I got a dismal 66 % and still managed to get a Science seat. Of course I did not get it in a good college. But no it seems that people who score like me now, can only be home-schooled. And that’s really bad.

I personally feel that education is a more like a business than gaining knowledge. I mean, it’s not possible for everyone to get 90. And I don’t approve of get-ninety-or you-are-a-loser thing. Because I know people who study well but have no general knowledge or communication skills.

Engineering is considered to be the top choice for any student in Science. Even if they have no idea what’s Engineering, they go for it. Then when they realise that though they can get a job immediately they have finished college, they aren’t happy doing it. My guitar teacher was an engineer, he says as I look at him incredulously. I though he got a degree in Music or something. Now he says, he feels great doing something he likes.

My closest pal’s mum is forcing her to take up engineering when she very well knows that her daughter is very weak in Math. Now really, I don’t understand why parents have to torture their kids.

In Tamil Nadu, where there no common entrance tests, things are worse than this. You get below 99 and you get no medicine seat. I’m not joking. They decide the merit list using points. For example, a student who got 99.39 is after a student who gets 99.50. Pathetic, no?

Maybe, such things do not happen often in big cities. But such kind of shit happens in villages. No, I didn’t go to some hamlet to check this out myself, but you can trust Indian Cinema, particularly South Indian Cinema. Almost every movie based on village life has the following concepts:

1. When a girl hits puberty, she has to sit in one corner of the hut(she must not lift her head) and she will be embarrased in front of the whole village, when her parents tell everyone happily that she’s hit puberty and there’s some sort of celebration. Then when certain asshole(s) rape her. She’s blamed for it, obviously, and her fate is sealed. She has to marry the rapist because only that guy could give her a life.

I have questions:

If a rapist has to marry the girl he raped, how many girls will he marry? I mean professional rapists rape more than one girl.

In case of a gangrape, what the girl is supposed to do? Marry everyone who raped her?

2. Wife must eat after her husband does and use the plate he’s already used.

3. A girl is thrashed if she’s pregnant before she marries. When I was kid with no zero knowledge on sex and watch such scenes in soaps and movies, I used to aak my mum innocently,”Amma, why are they thrashing her. How can it be her fault if she got pregnant? God chose to gift her a child before she married. So what’s wrong?” My mum used to be silent, she would either ignore the question or smile.

4. If women go to beaches at late night. They are surely prostitutes. End of the story.

WTF?

5. The hero is always right. The haughty heroine is supposed to learn a lesson just because she asks everyone to treat her equal to a man. The hero succeeds in teaching her a lesson. Hence the heroine falls for him.

6. A woman who leaves her parents house, her old customs, comes to her in-laws house,starts eating non-veg even if she was a vegetarian, adopts all the new customs of her in-laws and never disobeys them is the ideal wife and daughter-in-law.

7. If there’s no rain in a particular village for a long time, the only way to bring rain is to make an unmarried girl strip and take a walk around the village at late night.

After doing all the above bullshit, there are also scenes about the greatness of women and such kind of greatness can only be acheived if a woman behaves herself, hooks up only after marriage, only to one man, doesn’t go out at night particularly to beaches, becomes the ideal wife and daughter-in-law.

“Whatever you do, turns out to be detrimental!” my mother tells me curtly(shots a disgusting look). Then she throws a newspaper article at me. And this is what I read-

Blogstress.com - We warned blogging can be fatal

Burning the midnight oil, skipping meals, stressed out 24/7-we aren’t talking about students or BPO workers but bloggers.

Neck deep in competition to write the best post, get the maximum clicks or make the most money, their lives are nothing but grist for their next entry. They surf incessantly, are hooked on news updates, and are constantly thinking of opinions they can give. Taking a break is not an option.

In the US, two popular bloggers, Russell Shaw and Marc Orchant died of heart attacks suddenly. Another prolific blogger, Om Malik, 41, also had an attack, but survived.

Pratyush Ranjan has been blogging for 3 years and admits it’s stressful and needs higher levels of concentrations.”I’ve to socialise to make my blogs popular, which further saps my energy,” he sighs.

Zola Marquis’s blog Elitechoice.org started as a passion. But now it is a jobs in which she invests 16 hours a day.”Whether I’m partying or watching a movie, I’m disturbed by the fact that I’m not blogging,” she admits.

Dr. Ekta Soni, cheif clinical psychologist agrees that blogging is an addiction:”People blog for the sake of attention. This can become an obsession.”

There are also physical side side effects. According to Dr. Sanjay Swaroop, an orthopedic surgeon, these includ repetitive stress injury, which can mean chronic neck pain, tingling and numbness in the finger and a tennic elbow. Obesity is another hazard, and is linked to both diabetes and coronary problems.

Before he died, Russell Shaw updated his status for his blog editor:”Have come down with something. Resting now, posts to resume later today or tomorrow.” They never did.

Well, the article sounds real scary I know. But it’s true, isn’t it? Though I can’t understand one thing- How are heart attacks related to blogging?

Blogging can be very very addictive, especially when you have no other job. You all know I’m quite addicted to it too. I started blogging the very same day my higher school cert. exams finished. I had three whole months to sit at home without work and I was so glad that I found blogging. It’s also true that I sit many hours before the computer. But to tell the truth, I don’t really write more than 2 posts a day. I have many blogs. They are too much for me, because I’m single-handedly managing all of them. But writing really helps, and yes typing helps even more. Especially, for loners like me.

Though, one must not expect to get comments in his/her very first blog post. We bloggers are delighted and encouraged when we get comments. Yes, people blog for attention. And who doesn’t want to be famous? At first, when I started blogging, I obviously didn’t get any comments. But I kept blogging anyway because I love writing too. Maybe that’s because I’m quite shy and reserved in reality.

More than blogging, browsing or surfing is a bigger addiction, if you ask me. As we surf, we get many topics to write on. But I know that I can’t keep saying that I love writing. Because I love blogging more. No wonder I abandoned my diary after I started blogging. Moreover typing is easier than writing.

But now, I’m quite glad that my mother has fixed computer timings for me and my colleges are starting so that I get lesser time to blog.

Well, I’m asking this for the hundredth time. First of all, cheerleaders are anyway not treated well in India(thanks to some Indian judgemental assholes). Now a couple of them face racism. Not okay at all. An excerpt of the report:

“We faced racial discrimination from the event management company Wizcraft which asked us not to perform because of the colour of our skin,” Elisa Newton, one of the cheerleaders, told reporters here. “We have nothing against India or its people who have been wonderful with us,” she said. Newton and Sherinne Anderson, both British nationals who were hired as cheerleaders, have alleged Wizcraft was not paying for their return journey.

Via AOL.

!!!!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!

Okay, enough of exclamatory and question marks. But it could be, who knows?

But check this news article and don’t forget to read the comments written by my fellow Indians. Only Indians will remain indifferent to anything like this rather than thinking deeply.

After reading How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild And Got A Life written by Kaavya Vishwanathan(yeah, the same one which led her to controversy), I got a complete example of typical Indian parenting.

Half of what Indian parenting is forcing. Indian parents can never keep it real. They tend to copy things. Well, generally Indians as a whole hardly keep it real. I mean, the classic example is Bollywood. Bollywood has produced many versions of Tamil, Malayalam or Hollywood flicks and most of them have flopped.

I’m one of the lucky Indian teens who has great parents. My parents have never forced me. But I pity my peers. Their parents force them to do engineering or medical which they don’t want to do and when their kids end up being unhappy in life because of choosing the wrong career, they feel bad. Otherwise, they manipulate and influence their kids saying that they can survive only if they do engineering. WTF?

A few years back, I had visited one of my uncle’s house with my parents. And those unimaginative grown-ups can ask only one thing- “What are you planning to do?” I hate that question. I have been confused about my career for god knows how many years.

“Um, well-”, I began.

“So you are planning to do medicine!”, my uncle cut in loudly,”But that takes a long time, dear.”

“Well-,” I was confused and I was going to inform him that medicine is a noble career even though I had no plans of doing it.

“Engineering is the best,” declared my uncle,”3 years of college and you get a placement, you are settled in life!”

Now, seriously I could say nothing. I will never do engineering come what may. Everybody does that and I’m different. Moreover, I could understand why he loves engineering, his son had already got a placement and his daughter is studying engineering now. Or probably he forced them to do it. Whatever, I can’t do something so normal and lead normal simple life working under a super-manipulative killjoy and waste my talents. Anyway, I can’t do engineering even if I wanted. My marks are dismal. I’m born only for the arts.

But this is what most Indian parents do. They ruin their own kid’s life by deciding their career. Thank God! My parents aren’t like that.

Typical Indian parenting concepts:

1. You have to do only engineering/medical(mostly engineering).

2. No boyfriends/girlfriends(there are only few parents who approve of dating. I wish they learn some biology).

3. Only studies are important.

4. We love sons(there are parents who want only a boy even now).