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Friday, July 20, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
On Relationships - Part III : Explanation
Let's consider a hypothetical situation...
There's this girl. Very young hearted, middle class, intelligent, pretty. Say she has a good upbringing, you know, good family, good education, and a good job, she's living her own life, no major problems.
She's had a bad relationships or two, but then again, who doesn't. She's also had a few transient ones, as good and fun they were, they were passers by to her, nothing serious.
After one of the bad relationships, she decides she does not want to date for a while. She can't even see anyone like that, after being hurt that much, she needs time to lick her wounds. She is picky in nature, so she brushes off the guys who vulture at her.
Then one day she notices this one guy. It's the beginning of a good winter. He's good looking, clean faced. Appears to be Mr Nice. They don't know each other, so she eyes him a few times on random occasions they are at the same place at the same time.
Now, in a story like this, if it was the guy who noticed her, there would be no awkwardness in him making the first move to say hi to her and maybe invite her out one day. Thinking along these lines, our heroine, after realizing she might like him, goes and says hi one day, and asks him out. She's never thought this would be awkward, she doesn't believe in "Girls gotta flicker their eyelashes and guys gotta ask them out" clishé. He stalls her for a while. She does a few other, more indirect attempts later on, and gets rejected in a very friendly manner, being told he's kind of involved with someone else.
The reader of the story now thinks, he either likes her and he is a good guy and his heart is occupied at the moment; or, he is a player. Our glass-half-full heroine thinks he is a good guy. She doesn't mind and walks on her path.
Some time later, as free and as unattached her heart is, she decides she may start considering some of the advances made to her. Summer is on her way, she feels liberated and happy. She starts dating: One guy, a decent acquaintance, falls for her too soon. After a few weeks, she distances herself. A second contender, turns out to be a friend of Mr Nice, and our heroine takes up his offer on drinks and ends up liking him. They see each other a few times, but they are in different places in their lives, and she is way too smart to waste time with him. They separately move along their individual paths of life.
All the while she realizes that dating a friend of Mr Nice is tricky business. Although she doesn't think about or care for Mr Nice anymore, after all he is taken and she never cared about taken men before, she can't deny that, if there was any chance for them, that chance is badly damaged and diminished by this. She takes it as a good omen though, she thinks, he had all the time to find her, and she is way too smart to wait for someone who may or may not want to date her in the future. She thinks, maybe this will ensure that that chapter is closed, and instead of hopes being raised in the future, that book is shut for good.
Uncertainty, she knows, is the worst.
Meanwhile, a third contender arrives at the scene and looks like he's here to stay. He is an all around good guy, a young entrepreneur (which she realizes is an overlapping quality in men she ends up liking), incredibly friendly and easy to get along with, attentive and passionate, and on top of that, scorching hot. After all, the girl is a girl and we all have our weaknesses and she has hers. So she doesn't care that he is a tad younger. Summer is in its peak, love is in the air and all, and they click right away. Long weekend getaways and fun festivals follow as fall enters with all its romance. Meeting with the family, albeit too soon, happens without any hesitation or discomfort. Gorgeous week-long vacations on sunny beaches of the south are shared while A2 is rained over by storms. Good times.
As winter drizzles it's cold in, her heart stops beating as fast as it used to. It's mostly sunny and shiny in her heart, but she knows it's not the real thing. Good times are easy to have, she realizes, but there is nothing deeper, and there should be. But she chooses to ignore this awareness, as she doesn't want to let go of the good feeling. In a short time following her realizations, though, it becomes harder to go on. Luckily for our heroine of this very hypothetical story, her young, and maybe a bit immature companion of hers is more verbal of the situation, and their relationship resolves as quickly as it once caught fire. She is glad. He sounds glad. She realizes happy endings do not necessarily require a couple to remain a couple.
Life continues. Other priorities rise. Our hypothetical heroine goes on. Work and career plans weigh heavy for the duration of next half of the year. As life has a quirky way of offering goodness, she realizes her good news are mostly on work side of her life for a while. Which is, you know, as awesome as it gets.
Then this hypothetical story clashes with real time. Spring gives way to summer. Lightness is in the air. Inhibitions are lessened, hearts are more open and vulnerable.
And her ways cross with Mr Nice again. As he comes to say hi and chat, she realizes she has seen him around in the past year or so, but hardly noticed. But then, she does notice now. He is his friendly self. She feels strangely happy that they came across and he came up to say hi. She wonders, maybe, times have changed. Maybe, you know, all this has changed in her life, so some things might have changed in his as well. So she hesitantly lets a butterfly twirl in her stomach.
Oh, life as it is, not predictable, not accountable, not trustable. It is another time, but much of a different one.
It is a weakness, to hope. When a heart is free, it tries to land on places, and a familiar place is better than unknown territory. And isn't it hidden in everyone's hopes and dreams that your paths will cross again with someone who had touched your heart once? That it will be the time. Funny, it's just another cliché, that's all.
Going back to our highly hypothetical heroine.. Since this is a story, and not a great one necessarily, but the rest of it can be written in many alternatives. Now this is exciting. I think, I think she decides that she's worth too much to care, and that maybe she must admit he might be more of a player than Mr Nice. I think she knows the flicker of that butterfly to be a blip. As free and confident as she is, she thinks, she can't be available to that sort of interactions with Mr Nice/Player. She lets reality hit her: He had all the time and means to reach her if he wanted to. She wasn't always taken, nor was he. And truly, in the reality of life, having had a few dates with one of his friends, now more than a year ago, is just another blip. So the reality is, there is no crossing paths again. There are only small towns and coincidences.
And she understands that, the end of such stories, may have a different cast than the beginning.
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Post Script: This story was written about two and a half years ago. I publish it now as I see no conflicts any more in the story. For the reader's information, Mr Nice was hitched with another girl, turned out to be a real Mr Nice just to somebody else. I publish this story now because, what it talks about is actually how times change, albeit within the paradigm of heart issues. But times do change and after years I realize, when I read this story, they change drastically. More on that later.
There's this girl. Very young hearted, middle class, intelligent, pretty. Say she has a good upbringing, you know, good family, good education, and a good job, she's living her own life, no major problems.
She's had a bad relationships or two, but then again, who doesn't. She's also had a few transient ones, as good and fun they were, they were passers by to her, nothing serious.
After one of the bad relationships, she decides she does not want to date for a while. She can't even see anyone like that, after being hurt that much, she needs time to lick her wounds. She is picky in nature, so she brushes off the guys who vulture at her.
Then one day she notices this one guy. It's the beginning of a good winter. He's good looking, clean faced. Appears to be Mr Nice. They don't know each other, so she eyes him a few times on random occasions they are at the same place at the same time.
Now, in a story like this, if it was the guy who noticed her, there would be no awkwardness in him making the first move to say hi to her and maybe invite her out one day. Thinking along these lines, our heroine, after realizing she might like him, goes and says hi one day, and asks him out. She's never thought this would be awkward, she doesn't believe in "Girls gotta flicker their eyelashes and guys gotta ask them out" clishé. He stalls her for a while. She does a few other, more indirect attempts later on, and gets rejected in a very friendly manner, being told he's kind of involved with someone else.
The reader of the story now thinks, he either likes her and he is a good guy and his heart is occupied at the moment; or, he is a player. Our glass-half-full heroine thinks he is a good guy. She doesn't mind and walks on her path.
Some time later, as free and as unattached her heart is, she decides she may start considering some of the advances made to her. Summer is on her way, she feels liberated and happy. She starts dating: One guy, a decent acquaintance, falls for her too soon. After a few weeks, she distances herself. A second contender, turns out to be a friend of Mr Nice, and our heroine takes up his offer on drinks and ends up liking him. They see each other a few times, but they are in different places in their lives, and she is way too smart to waste time with him. They separately move along their individual paths of life.
All the while she realizes that dating a friend of Mr Nice is tricky business. Although she doesn't think about or care for Mr Nice anymore, after all he is taken and she never cared about taken men before, she can't deny that, if there was any chance for them, that chance is badly damaged and diminished by this. She takes it as a good omen though, she thinks, he had all the time to find her, and she is way too smart to wait for someone who may or may not want to date her in the future. She thinks, maybe this will ensure that that chapter is closed, and instead of hopes being raised in the future, that book is shut for good.
Uncertainty, she knows, is the worst.
Meanwhile, a third contender arrives at the scene and looks like he's here to stay. He is an all around good guy, a young entrepreneur (which she realizes is an overlapping quality in men she ends up liking), incredibly friendly and easy to get along with, attentive and passionate, and on top of that, scorching hot. After all, the girl is a girl and we all have our weaknesses and she has hers. So she doesn't care that he is a tad younger. Summer is in its peak, love is in the air and all, and they click right away. Long weekend getaways and fun festivals follow as fall enters with all its romance. Meeting with the family, albeit too soon, happens without any hesitation or discomfort. Gorgeous week-long vacations on sunny beaches of the south are shared while A2 is rained over by storms. Good times.
As winter drizzles it's cold in, her heart stops beating as fast as it used to. It's mostly sunny and shiny in her heart, but she knows it's not the real thing. Good times are easy to have, she realizes, but there is nothing deeper, and there should be. But she chooses to ignore this awareness, as she doesn't want to let go of the good feeling. In a short time following her realizations, though, it becomes harder to go on. Luckily for our heroine of this very hypothetical story, her young, and maybe a bit immature companion of hers is more verbal of the situation, and their relationship resolves as quickly as it once caught fire. She is glad. He sounds glad. She realizes happy endings do not necessarily require a couple to remain a couple.
Life continues. Other priorities rise. Our hypothetical heroine goes on. Work and career plans weigh heavy for the duration of next half of the year. As life has a quirky way of offering goodness, she realizes her good news are mostly on work side of her life for a while. Which is, you know, as awesome as it gets.
Then this hypothetical story clashes with real time. Spring gives way to summer. Lightness is in the air. Inhibitions are lessened, hearts are more open and vulnerable.
And her ways cross with Mr Nice again. As he comes to say hi and chat, she realizes she has seen him around in the past year or so, but hardly noticed. But then, she does notice now. He is his friendly self. She feels strangely happy that they came across and he came up to say hi. She wonders, maybe, times have changed. Maybe, you know, all this has changed in her life, so some things might have changed in his as well. So she hesitantly lets a butterfly twirl in her stomach.
Oh, life as it is, not predictable, not accountable, not trustable. It is another time, but much of a different one.
It is a weakness, to hope. When a heart is free, it tries to land on places, and a familiar place is better than unknown territory. And isn't it hidden in everyone's hopes and dreams that your paths will cross again with someone who had touched your heart once? That it will be the time. Funny, it's just another cliché, that's all.
Going back to our highly hypothetical heroine.. Since this is a story, and not a great one necessarily, but the rest of it can be written in many alternatives. Now this is exciting. I think, I think she decides that she's worth too much to care, and that maybe she must admit he might be more of a player than Mr Nice. I think she knows the flicker of that butterfly to be a blip. As free and confident as she is, she thinks, she can't be available to that sort of interactions with Mr Nice/Player. She lets reality hit her: He had all the time and means to reach her if he wanted to. She wasn't always taken, nor was he. And truly, in the reality of life, having had a few dates with one of his friends, now more than a year ago, is just another blip. So the reality is, there is no crossing paths again. There are only small towns and coincidences.
And she understands that, the end of such stories, may have a different cast than the beginning.
-------------------------------
Post Script: This story was written about two and a half years ago. I publish it now as I see no conflicts any more in the story. For the reader's information, Mr Nice was hitched with another girl, turned out to be a real Mr Nice just to somebody else. I publish this story now because, what it talks about is actually how times change, albeit within the paradigm of heart issues. But times do change and after years I realize, when I read this story, they change drastically. More on that later.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Midsomer Murders Theme Music
This I just have to share.
Recently I've been hooked to Midsomer Murders. I had watched episodes of it back home quite a few years ago when I visited from, well it must have been college or so. My mother and I both loved it. So a few weeks back I had a light bulb on top of my head: I would start watching the whole series from the start on Netflix. I had no idea that each episode was more than an hour and a half long, that it is still being filmed, too! Marvelous series, if you're interested in countryside murder mysteries with a lot of Englishness and a lot of sweetness with some good natured subtle humour.
The theme music, though, is a showpiece by itself, since day one I was in love with it and would hum it all day. Recently I saw on IMDB a fun fact: That the theme music was played with - wait for it - a THEREMIN! Once again I had no idea what this thing was, and once I saw it in action I was simply overwhelmed with its amazingness.
It is the first electronic musical instrument, not a synthesizer, invented in 1920, and took its inventor's name. It is simply an electronic box and two antennas. Here is the most amazing part: It is (the ONLY musical instrument) played WITHOUT TOUCHING! Magic!
Please enjoy one of my most favorite waltzes. I present you, the theme music of Midsomer Murders, played by extraordinarily talented Celia Sheen:
If you are like me, you are tickled with the playfulness of the piece, especially the start. It fully describes the series, to the T. Here is the story how Midsomer Murders' theme music came to life:
Recently I've been hooked to Midsomer Murders. I had watched episodes of it back home quite a few years ago when I visited from, well it must have been college or so. My mother and I both loved it. So a few weeks back I had a light bulb on top of my head: I would start watching the whole series from the start on Netflix. I had no idea that each episode was more than an hour and a half long, that it is still being filmed, too! Marvelous series, if you're interested in countryside murder mysteries with a lot of Englishness and a lot of sweetness with some good natured subtle humour.
The theme music, though, is a showpiece by itself, since day one I was in love with it and would hum it all day. Recently I saw on IMDB a fun fact: That the theme music was played with - wait for it - a THEREMIN! Once again I had no idea what this thing was, and once I saw it in action I was simply overwhelmed with its amazingness.
It is the first electronic musical instrument, not a synthesizer, invented in 1920, and took its inventor's name. It is simply an electronic box and two antennas. Here is the most amazing part: It is (the ONLY musical instrument) played WITHOUT TOUCHING! Magic!
Please enjoy one of my most favorite waltzes. I present you, the theme music of Midsomer Murders, played by extraordinarily talented Celia Sheen:
If you are like me, you are tickled with the playfulness of the piece, especially the start. It fully describes the series, to the T. Here is the story how Midsomer Murders' theme music came to life:
Appreciation, gratitude and humbleness. That is what I feel in comparison to these uber-talented people.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Best of the recent relevant memes
This one is an absolute truth and I find it highly amusing, considering I tend to be the exact girl described:
This one is mostly a sad truth:
And this one I loved because of the "what other tangueras think I do" part - 'coz it, well, hits the bullseye.
As you near to your 30s as a single woman, you start noticing things.
First you realize all around you is more and more couples. Some of them are perfect friends, still outgoing and very social, and some are the isolated ones - you never see them together, they are too busy hiding in their own anti-social ways. Some you admire a lot, the way they live their life as a couple, and still maintain their own individual personas. Some - well let's just say you don't want to comment on.
We all read and watched the Bridget Jones' Diaries and Sex and the City. Part of the reason we like those movies is that it makes you laugh at real life situations by taking it to the extreme. The day you realize not everything in the books and movies are too extreme to happen to you, it dawns on you: You've become a hybrid of Bridget Jones and a Sex and the City woman. In real life.
We all read and watched the Bridget Jones' Diaries and Sex and the City. Part of the reason we like those movies is that it makes you laugh at real life situations by taking it to the extreme. The day you realize not everything in the books and movies are too extreme to happen to you, it dawns on you: You've become a hybrid of Bridget Jones and a Sex and the City woman. In real life.
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