The Great Indian Unhappy Family

The Great Indian family. Aren't we a happy lot! I can see your smiles, oh such sweet ones too... you hypocritical bastards.

I've always wondered why marriages fail. And always wondered why suddenly, everyone wants to get a divorce. Not that i care, honestly, other people can sort out their issues on their own... They don't need me to tell them what to do. But curiosity, you know thats the clincher.

The sudden interest in this to me at least, is why Relationships fail. I mean, people who know each for months suddenly say things like, its not working out... i don't love you anymore. Okay, people seriously. I don't love you anymore?! Is that even remotely on the same plane as sense?! I mean come on, you've spent enormous time... getting to know each other. And thats more than what everyone with an arranged marriage got and surprisingly, they're still together! ( Okay, how many 45 yr old divorce's do you know? ) I know my parents are, and thats pretty cool.
So why is it that these people survived the test of time, had kids and lived surprisingly happily ever after. And we get stuck with less than less than happy lives and bitchy fights and name calling, and divorces. We must be a really unhappy lot. The media has made us unwilling, to stuck up, too given to choice.

Now that is what i used to think.

Then i realized. Its all a lie.

It takes time, but i waited and then closely looked at these unbreakable and happily married families. They hate it. They've hated it all their lives... they wanted to scream, they wanted out.
But they couldn't, they were stuck in the society's web. Every generation before us, is the reason for the Great Unhappy Family, the reason why these soaps work... is because we are the great Indian unhappy family.

The Happily ever After of your parents is a lie.
The don't love each other, they just got used to each other.
In case they do, by god you're lucky.

They are living a life of lies, of compromises, of choices that were theirs to make but it wasn't then who made them, of dreams walked over, of life forced on. They are all stuck in unhappy marriages, Husbands who cheat on their wives, wives who don't love their husbands, rebellious sons, angry daughters, Husbands yelling at wives, wives yelling at kids, kids yelling at parents,
parents yelling at grandparents, grandparents yelling at maids... a den of hatred, Welcome to the Indian household.

They must've liked someone, in their time. And there are times when they might have regretted it. Now they've come too far to go back. Living a life of regret. What kind of life is that?

Tolstoy said:
"Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way"
However,in this country, every unhappy family is unhappy for the same reason.


Ha. And We're morally bankrupt? Excuse ME!

Disclaimer : I'm Talking about all the Indian Families, if yours isn't as fucked up... congrats. Dil pe mat lo. Magar thoda socho.

Ha Ha!

If you're wondering about the absurdity of the title, it means... well there are two new things!

Seriously, i know... i'm getting a just a little bit retarded by the day.

Anyway, two new things... i'm starting a Serial on this blog. Yay! (is that applause i hear? oh thank you, thank you so much! love you muah.. kisses... alright thats enough, now shut it. )

And i'm going to actually start using my own advice and start the blog therapy! The Abuse of other people's blogs Begins!


EDIT : I actually sound like a haleheartyoverthetop, happy person. I guess this might work after all. Hmm. Deep.

Like Suicide... Like Genocide!

I hate my life, i've proabably known it all along, right from beign miserable about it, to taking to the fashion of reading dark depressing books and constantly wondering about self harm and hoping to wake up one day to find that all the world isnt a mess, isn't a bitch. I never did have hope for the fucked hell hole.

There’s a whole in the world like a great black pit
and the vermin of the world inhabit it
and its morals aren’t worth what a pin can spit.

that was sweeny todd. and i cant not agree.

My damn Lenovo C100

right, i'm right now in the middle of my first microcontroller project. and i happened to need a USB to Serial (RS-232) cable to program my damn controller... so what happened when i plugged the cable in? well a Windows Code 41 is what it gave... after trying various things and pulling my hair out for while i came to realise that the BAFO 810 wasnt a real BAFO 810 after all it was fucking chinese fake with a CH341 instead of a Prolific 2303. Thats was IT i was so fucking angry that i wanted to pretty much quit...all right i'll spare you the anguish... after hours and hours of wasting my time... and fromatting my computer twice... i just got this crazy ass idea... wait a minute maybe my chipset is the irrational bastard... so after having failed to get any help online or the complete absence of help topics on this problem... i just updated my intel chipset software... something called OSFIXES that the intel guys put on the lenovo page... AND then it started working... christ it was and ugly expeirience.


TP

Me and my Big MOUTH!

why? thats like the basic question for me. Always, why the fuck can't i keep my trap shut.

Its like a freaking disease. I say all the wrong things and provoke people at all the wrong times.
i usually pass it off among them and argue about it being frank and all that shit. But seriously thats no bloddy excuse.

i seem to disregard the fact that people have feelings(yeah right!) . Shut up alter-ego, shut UP!.

anyway as i was saying... it always seems so funny to make these outrageous jokes on other people's lives when well... it isnt really funny.

Example : some girl's life got fucked because well... her attendance was short and she wasn't allowed to write any of the exams. and i go over and make fun of the fact that she likes sleeping in the day.

which at that point of time isnt really the thing to be funny about.

similare other case, with people having relationship troubles etc.. i always wondered how my life would end.

i'm nearing the suspicion that it'll be suicide.

i'll say something really ugly and that bugger will murder me for it... it'll be a proper case of suicide, me and my Fucking BIG MOUTH.

The Haunting of an Ugly Past.

its said that the past always comes back to haunt you. Exactly at the time you least expect it. Thats pretty wrong.

The damn things doesnt give a shit about whether you are expecting it or not. It comes and haunts you just the same.

Blasted thing. In this ugly society of ours, a failure isnt let go of easily. whatever you do after that.. acheive great things become the freaking president of the country and still they'll point out that you've failed in the past.

alright, i didnt clear the damn JEE can we leave it now???? Why is it that whenever a far off, duller, fat slob of a cousin gets through its rubbbed into your face that you didnt. You didnt get through to a decent college(anything other than an IIT is apparently a disgrace).

so today, no matter what i'll do. no matter what i've done. after i've finished half my engineering, my cousins and my parents and my "classmates" pretty much do the sneering. its UGLY to say the least. Why does ability get masked by marks.

what kind of acountry do i live in? where will the pressure to get out of this blasted Rat Race of a life be a little less?

one thing is for sure. if it were upto me i'd make sure none of those who i care about will ever have to face the ugly crowd vieing for place in this blasted sub-continent.

The eternal time gap. regular blogging, concerning me is a total misnomer. I just dont feel like writing anything in. that's what i tell myself mostly... but its more about laziness than the actual dont "feel" like writing.



Why would i want to write on this page??? i've answered it in my first post, but i couldnt convince myself. :)



Okay, so between then(i.e. my last post) ......and now, Quite a bit has happened. I've turned 18, become a cynic and am exactly half way through to completing my Bachelors Degree.



And... i've immersed myself into Debates and organising things. Got myself an ugly reputation.

( previously i had no reputation to talk about). People hate me... which means i'm doing all the right things. So all in all a world of change has happened. And somehow on the inside, i'm not ALL that different.



I've changed, as in i've become a bit Rude to people to people who i dont like much. Sweeter to those i care about, and open indifference to those things i really dont give a shit about.



so, i've put the feigned Hypocrisy behind me


and as people say rather blandly... moved on to better things.