29 December, 2010

Hurray! I am victimized!

Of late, I have been interacting with a significant number of people who seem to have the common rant of situations or people being unfair to them. Once or twice is fine, but the distrubing thing that I notice is that this is more to do with mindset than with state of mind. I am actually pushed to a point when I start pondering what would these people do if theirs problems are already addressed.

And there is a passive disorder associated with this. The gossip mongers have a field day and the speed at which the issue is discussed from being a first person account an nth person account is exponential. The key- how many people know about it barring the person who has the reasonable powers to offer a solution.

Why do some people think that no problem is solvable? Why do they feel that raising the issue to an appropriate authority or escalate when resquired is a redundant idea. Why can't the system be given a chance? Some feel cool when they are in the " I am vicitimized zone". They make martyrs make out of themseleves when they are actually making an ass out of themselves. Presuming the result of a conversation that has not even been dared to be initiated is down right stupid.

At the risk of sounding pompous, I can say that it gives me a real high when I get solutions by knocking the appropriate door in the system. If I feel that a problem is beyond redumption, then maybe I am the problem and exit the place or the situation. Sounding like an escapist? May be.

Does this mean I hate gossips.. you must be kidding :)

21 September, 2010

Satvik's diary decoded

What a Sunday!

I woke up pretty early, err, I was woken up pretty early. The kosuru nap I took by lying down on my amma's lap after 6 30 in the morning was not exactly useful. But, like a good kid I did everything to get ready on time for thatha's 70th birthday celebrations. I even sacrificed the bucket dip for the bigger cause (pat on my back, please).

Appa was upset with delay caused because I had to be fed before being taken to the hall . I still can't understand why he behaved like that as me agreeing to eat in itself is a rarity.

I was happy to see Aadhi, Ameya and Atul, but in the crowd I felt like 'thriuvizhala tholanja kozhandhai' and my only solace in those times is to cling onto appa's legs; no, i didn't take inspiration from the lenovo ad. Actually, I can sue them for copying my style.

As usual, I didn't eat anything at the event. I came back and I behaved in a manner to justify my pet name "Duracell battery". While others in the house were sleeping, I found myself to be the lone watchman. Thank God, Arun Chithapa got a call and he woke up to answer it.

I hid myself behind the bedroom door and called him with the cuteness that only I can portray and only he can melt to. He happily showed me Thomas Train for half an hour on the PC thanks to google images.

So far so good. For whatever reason, Appa came under intense pressure for chellam kuduthufying me a bit too much. All that I did was refuse wearing a diaper. Now, how else could I convey to my dear father that I have grown up and will inform when appropriate. Appa got angry with me and shouted at me :(. I tried playing the divide and rule game and gave Arun chithappa 'good' tag, but somehow he suddenly became smart and spotted the bluff.

Lucky paati later drishti suthified for all of us, and my famous dislike for the liquid drishti pottu was pronounced by a loud cry from yours truly. I went for broke and was relentless and this angered Appa even more. On a normal day, someone had to play the good cop and console me and adakify the aggressor. But well, today was not one of those days. Amma also joined Appa and yelled at me.

Poor me, the only trick left for me was to curl up to big aane (my favourite blanket), suck my thumb and slip into slumber mode citing the excuse that I woke up early and did not sleep in the afternoon. Phew, now i know what a bad hair day means! when am i heading to the salon?