What is the beauty that you put out in the world?

Every once in a while you’re asked a question that is discomforting. Irksome. Offensive, even. But these are the questions that kill the silkworm of inhibitions, for the silk of thought to prosper. I have after an unyielding lack of understanding, come up with what some may label as a naïve, and rather pathetic answer.

There is something so irrelevant and misplaced about unconditional love. It acts like the vines on a wall that sprout, spread, and conquer without depending on someone to water them. They are the pinnacle of nature’s construction, and yet so destructive. But to experience such fulfillment of your existence, you need to first stop running. From, or toward anything. You need to anchor your ankles in the soil of attachment, heartbreak, and awaken the unapologetic goddess that true love is. You need to let the unrefined discomfort of the absence of expectations engulf you in entirety, so wholly, with a sense of irreversible abandon.

I have realized that while loving one independent of how much they love you in return is enslaving, it is also equally liberating; because we ultimately live in a universe of reciprocity. The Sufis were right when they said that there isn’t a speck of love or evil in the world that goes unreciprocated. But this reciprocation comes with no explanations or equality. It is present in the invisible network of human relationships; something so complex that not even a lifetime caDervishn provide us with enough time to untangle and comprehend it.

The more important idea to remember is that when you latch on to half of yourself while the other half lies somewhere else, the quest to put the two halves together becomes one that will go down in history by the greatest sages.

This is why I truly believe that a life you live for a cause that may never repay you, or even know you exist is possibly the only way you can redeem yourself from the chaos the outside world creates for you.

This vociferous and disobedient extent of unconditional love is the beauty I have put out in the world.

The inscrutably nosy child in me now demands an answer from you.

What is the beauty that you put out in the world?

 

Saving Mr. Banks, Saving A Little Bit of Us – The Story of Walt Disney & His Charms

“We fix it all. Maybe not in life, but we do in imagination. Imagination restores order, it instills hope over, and over again. Mr. Banks will be looked up at. Mr. Banks will be redeemed. And when he flies that kite, children will rejoice. You have to see the past in front of your eyes and let it go.”
There lies a Mr. Banks in all of us. A broken kite, an unspeakable weakness that overpowers all strengths. Walt Disney paints that kite in every color of the rainbow and dances with it. He takes our melancholic fears and sings Hakuna Matata at the top of his lungs. It shows us that the cliché of “happily ever after” may not ever come for some of us – but it sure as hell gets us through yet another bleak day. With every fable containing creatures we never thought existed, he awakens our inner 6 year old from her slumber and forces us to imagine a world beyond the tangible. Disney takes the grotesque worlds of reality and turns them into a paradise that we neither can, nor want to justify as being unreal. Saving Mr. Banks reminds us that there is a certain grace in fantasizing about a world miles away from what we live, or rather, survive in. Through the two hours, Hancock portrays the brilliance of rejecting what we are asked to settle for. Tom Hanks shows the dignity in redemption with just the right amount of sorrow, regret, and that one last chance to be good again.
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The Flawed & Lonely Phenomenon

Nusrat minal lahi wah fatahun kareeb.” “God give me the strength to win”. Shah Rukh Khan with swollen eyes knelt on a Sajaadah in the parking lot of a hospital reciting this 869 times; confident that with this prayer, there wasn’t a force in the universe that could take his mother away. Fatima Khan passed away an hour later. Shah Rukh lost the “noor” of his eye (the apple of his eye). There was nothing to win or lose, his 869 prayers were denied, and it was all just gone. A week after mourning for his mother, he flew back to Mumbai, barged into Vickas Veswani’s house and said, “Lets make movies.”

Shah Rukh’s initial years in Mumbai consisted of working for a small budget soap opera – Fauji (Soldier), which was anything but a success. However, it garnered just enough attention for celebrity director – Subhash Ghai to set his eyes on him and envision the next big thing to happen to Indian celluloid. Ghai once on the sets of Fauji approached Shah Rukh and said, “I hear you act well”. Shah Rukh looked him in the eye and unapologetically said, “Yes sir I do.” After this encounter, Subhash remarked, “When they first come, new comers are bent over with their hands folded in supplication. When they become stars, their hands move behind their backs in arrogance, but Shah Rukh’s hands were always straight by his side. His eyes had confidence.” This was the beginning of Shah Rukh’s stardom. He bagged the eccentric role of Raja in his first film ‘Deewana’ (Mad Lover), in which he plays an obsessed lover who goes to any lengths to be united with his lover. Shah Rukh gave every last drop of his blood, sweat, and the occasional tear into this film. He believed that because he had already lost everything, he might as well gamble whatever he has left and test whether the stars would be aligned for him this time. They were.

After almost a week of empty theatres, Deewana became a phenomenon, a cult film that no Indian Cinema fan has forgotten till today. Shah Rukh continued to amaze people with his diverse roles and ability to add his own dynamics to every character he played; from a con man, to an aspiring entrepreneur, to an alcoholic. The one thing all his performances did have in common though, was the conviction and zest with which he embodied every character; and the ease with which he got into the skin of someone else. To describe how he did this, many years later in an interview, Khan said, “performing for others to some means wearing masks to play roles. I try to be as faceless as a feeling…a good feeling” (Shah Rukh Khan). Very soon, Shah Rukh became the best romantic hero the nation had seen, and was unquestionably labeled as the ‘King of romance’ with his back to back hits such as “Kuch Kuch Hota Hai”, “Dilwale Dulhaniya Lejaayenge”, and many more, breaking records worldwide. Not only this, Shah Rukh also seamlessly managed to weave Western trends such as Polo shirts and Gap sweatpants with Indian values, to give audiences worldwide a cocktail of what modern-day Indian cinema will look like in years to come. This is what set Shah Rukh apart from the rest of his contemporaries.

However, Shah Rukh’s stars weren’t always aligned; in fact, for almost 25 years of his life, they were invisible. Shah Rukh by his loved ones was always known to be the one who beat all odds, and make the impossible happen. Even at birth, with the umbilical cord looped around his neck, the doctors were sure he would come out as a stillborn. Khan emerged unscathed, crying his lungs out to make his presence obvious, as he did in the years to come on a slightly larger scale. The nurses interpreted this cord as a blessing of lord Hanuman – the divine monkey god. The child, they predicted, would be very lucky.

However, for every gain, Shah Rukh had several losses. One loss that he would give up anything for was his father. There was no one he treasured more than his father, his anchor, and most of all, the reason he became the man he is today. However, Meer Khan (Shah Rukh’s father) passed away from oral cancer several years before his stardom. Twelve-year-old Shah Rukh closed his father’s lifeless eyes with his own hands, kissed his cold forehead and got into the driving seat of the car to take his mother home. When Fatima asked him when he learnt how to drive, he twisted the key in the hole, and declared, “just now.”

Having lost both his parents and gaining stardom within five years of landing in Mumbai, Shah Rukh and his long-term girlfriend Gauri decided to tie the knot, and break the hearts of millions of women around the world who fantasized about him as the ideal husband. However, Shah Rukh was no ideal husband. He was possessive, obsessive and most of all extremely irrational in his decision-making. Having lost everyone he loved, Shah Rukh’s insecurity infested his relationships like a disease; some survived, others died off because of it. His close friend and director Aditya Chopra however, had a theory that explained his erratic behavior and tendency to be a spineless people-pleaser. He said, “Shah Rukh doesn’t want you to love him as a star. He is trying in a very strange way through his acting to make you love him. It has a lot to do with the loss of his parents. They aren’t there anymore and he’s reaching out and substituting their loss with the world.”

As a spectator, one can only conclude that being Shah Rukh Khan for forty-seven years must be exhausting if not impossible to keep up with. Indian Cinema’s audience of over a billion people has been able to berate him, idolize him, vilify and criticize him, but the one thing Shah Rukh Khan has made it impossible for people to do, is ignore him. His presence, like a feeling, lingers in every Indian’s mind; good or bad is irrelevant because he is always there and will be for a very long time. Shah Rukh Khan has made this his approach to not only stardom, but to life as a whole because of an unforgettable experience he had with his father at the age of eleven. At the THINK2012 press conference, Shah Rukh shared an encounter he had witnessing his father cry on the ‘No Man’s Land’ between India and Pakistan, failing to reunite the two countries as a freedom fighter:

            “I don’t want to die like my father did, I don’t want to die unknown. As much as I like calling my father a successful failure, I just want to be bloody successful.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Truth of Friendship in an Instagram Post. The Real Deal. #NOFILTER

When you open your Instagram and see a horrific picture look absolutely stunning through an Amario filter of two girls who hate each other’s guts hug as though they’re best friends you know friendship is anything but that photograph. Today, rather than making stupid faces at each other half way across a class room (how it is supposed to be) we pull out our androids and take a snapchat with four different annotated drawings and three different hashtags that consequently take away from our expression. This unfortunately, is what our world of bonds has become. Formatted, coded and filtered pictures of only the good with no vulnerability for the bad.

Coming to NYU, I realized that this isn’t just a college. It’s a melting pot of crowds, millions of dreams and yet a strange kind of loneliness. I quickly learned that if I don’t make friends, very soon I’ll be hearing nothing but the sound of my own strange voice in my head, dreadfully eating lunch in the seven by four feet room that I’m supposed to call a home everyday. Looking out the window, I saw nothing but hoards of plastered girls wearing three grams of concealer in the same Zara jackets prancing around with their Michael Kors bags making plans to wear their newest outfit to get with the guy they’d been eyeing all of welcome week. How appetizing. When I looked in the mirror I saw strands of frizzy hair with what looked like a small pimple above my left eyebrow. I might as well should have worn a sweatshirt that had the biggest hashtag of all – #no filter.

But the reality is my friends, people love the filter they look through, they like what you are to them – not just you for who you are. After having spent close to a month looking for real people behind layers of Sephora products, I ran into the weirdest three people any human being could ever meet. After 18 years of maintaining friendships, I think we can all agree that we have the worst introductions with people who end up becoming our best friends. From rude encounters of bitchy “hi’s” and “byes” to fake congratulatory messages for dating someone for two weeks I can safely say that my introduction with the three loves of my life was anything but ordinary. How this mosaic of people formed an image of friends that bond, I still cannot explain. All I know is that it did, and despite all the turmoil we as people will go through in this big bad city; it will always remain.

What started as as a pretentious dinner over some of the most horrible Palak Paneer soon became spending countless hours in a room talking about absolutely nothing. From talking about Alia Bhatt’s cringe-worthy acting to the best cupcakes in town, soon these girls knew the color of my underwear. Every night, while boiling a pot of water to make three AM chai, we weren’t just brewing tea – we were brewing an inexplicable form of attachment that could be found nowhere else in the world. Conversations about the ditzy girls in our class who had no aim in life but to periodically reapply their lipsticks soon lead to our deepest fears and biggest dreams over a bowl of Maggie. Living half way across the world from people I used to latch on to like dear life itself – my parents and a brother who I fought with due to a lack of things to do, I found solace in these three strange beings. I found the instructive tone of a mother and the endearing warmth of a father – and of course the asshole bully of a brother. With every trip to our secret coffee shop we became that much closer, knew that much more. Soon enough, these three went from being peculiar acquaintances to pillars of my life that I could not imagine New York without.

But when I look back, I realize that the only thing that made this attachment become unbreakable wasn’t the time we spent together or even apart for that matter. Neither was it living so close together. It was the lack of filer we ALL had with each other. It was the fact that we got out of the pretentious skin we showed to people with contoured cheeks and highlighted eyes at the end of each day, and saw each other in our worst pajamas stripped of every filter there was. It was the lack of need I felt to hide my face while crying or go that extra mile to laugh at every little joke of theirs to prove I have a kind heart. These three effaced my Amario and Valencia filters to go straight to the “normal”.

There was no hashtag to show I was cool or caption to prove I was witty.

It was me again in my ripped T shirt, with the same little zit above my left eyebrow. Except this time, when I looked out the window and saw hoards of girls, I knew I had someone to fall on the ground laughing at them with. And that feeling folks, will beat every single time you’ve looked as beautiful as you’ve always imagined yourself looking. Believe me, I’ve been in a beauty pageant.

“So to conclude my conclusion that I’ve already concluded” (yes we all love Ellen Degeneres), #NOFILTER.Image

“Why New Years Eve?” – The Odd Reality Check.

 

Many people look forward to the new year for a new start on old habits.  The biggest irony that I have encountered, is that other than outfits and hairstyles, New Years Eve just gets older by the year. The same old wishing everyone, making resolutions to yourself and others that you most probably will forget after the night of the 31st – “To become a better student, to get into varsity badminton, to get into college”, it’s all just so redundant. Yet, we still find a freshness to it every 365 days. Why? Are we that unsatisfied with every preceding year to be so eager for a ‘fresh start’? Although this isn’t to give you ‘hope for a better life, live each day like it’s your last’ feeling, it may just apply to you at some point, so read on with open arms, but at your own risk.

We wake up in the morning to apparently a ‘brand new day’ in hopes to ‘do something productive’. To us, doing something ‘productive’ is defined as something that will one day make us acceptable and perhaps even desirable to society – a fifth avenue address, Rolls Royce wheels, and a sophisticated status quo. But we tend to forget what the true meaning of ‘productive’ really is and instead succumb to the demands of life and everyday nuances because that’s what’s more important for the future. Or at least that’s what our parents say. But what if that future doesn’t bring us something every single human being is constantly in a frantic search for – happiness? What if the feeling of being on top or wherever you want to be doesn’t bring you the same euphoria, because you’ve lost everything that really mattered to you along the way? When we think back to the faint memories of these last few months, there are very few of us that can say “I did something that made me truly happy everyday.” When you ask yourself why, the answer is quite simple yet slightly abstruse.

The feeling of envy has always attracted us. Were taught to envy others, become like them so that they can envy us. In fact, everything we aspire to become or achieve is on the basis of external factors when we as a species, are quite internally focused and even selfish to some degree, it’s almost like emotional satire that we all go through. Seldom do our parents say, “Stay like this. You’re fine the way you are”, and when they do, I’m sure there isn’t one of us that doesn’t raise an eyebrow and find them acting strange. So the question is, how are we to better this limited amount of time we have in life when all we can do is find flaws in ourselves? After fighting an internal battle with myself for a long time, I’ve realized that you simply can’t.

But try challenging yourself once, and you may just find yourself surprised. Instead of making larger than life parliament-sized resolutions that won’t be achieved by saying it at a dinner table on the 31st of December, make your goals miniature. Take out ten minutes; only ten minutes of your twenty-four hour ‘productive’ day, to do something that truly makes you happy. And when I say happy, I mean a feeling that you wouldn’t give up for the world. Be it reading a book, making a cup of coffee while listening to your favorite playlist, or even just sitting there and doing absolutely nothing if that’s what makes you say “this is what instills a sense of inexplicable happiness in me”. The point is, if you do something that brings you the rare feeling of happiness, you may just have a chance to like yourself a little bit more, and unfortunately, that feeling for most of us is starting to ebb.

To my surprise, those who like themselves are in fact the most flawed and imperfect ones, but one thing is for sure, they will die happier than all of use that strive for something that we can’t even define. So to not make this thing a myriad of – “life is beautiful live it freely”, all I’d like to say to conclude is that our time on earth is not the best time. In fact, we live in one of the worst generations. A generation that depends on a computing device for entertainment, 47 rape cases a day happening in the second most populated country in the world, and a society that claims to progress despite indulging in the most violence the human race has ever witnessed. Where ambitions are the four wheels of our car that drive right past the speed breaker of innocence and purity without even slowing down. We live in a world so vast that we often times lose our family with them right there, or to make things worse, even ourselves. But to make this time we have slightly more bearable and if we’re lucky, enjoyable, there’s one thing we do have in our hands and can do under any circumstance – and that’s find happiness in the little things we love. Because who knows, finding happiness in a cup of tea after a long day, or a daily youtube video of cats singing, may just get you to achieve what you’ve always dreamt of and let you say on your deathbed “I learned something that changed every year to make it a tad bit better than the last.”

All your happiness asks for is a zest to do something for yourself. You know why? Because that’s the great paradox of living on this earth, amidst great pain, you can also find great joy.