Neighbours

She cannot remember the day she moved into this building. A warm, cozy, quaint apartment, tucked away in the silent part of the otherwise buzzling town. She was on the 1st floor of the 3-storeyed building. She was eager to meet her neighbours, all families. 

An old couple, enjoying their retirement years, on the ground floor. They own the building. All smiles and sweet-nothings everytime she comes across them. On random days, home-cooked food and delicacies reach her, packed it tight containers. Scrumptious. A little curious and nosy but they are family. Home away from home. 

First floor. Her neighbours. An inter-religious young couple and their little one. A sweet 5yo. But aloof parents. She has always wondered why. Could be because they don't want friends? But they do. They always have visitors. But, why avoid her, she pondered. Maybe they didn't want interference from her neighbours. Valid. Let them be. But an occasional hi's and bye's with the child leaves a smile on her face. 

Upstairs. 2nd floor. 2 families. A mother and two children; a large family on the opposite side. The mother, a diplomatic woman, her husband lives abroad, and she single-handedly manages the house. Not a single mother, yet almost one. The children. One girl and boy. An overly ambitious girl, jack of all trades, master of none. The boy. Cute. Naughty. Calls her his best friend. He makes her life tolerable. 

The other family. An old couple. Two young children. Their mother. Problematic family. Single mother. Separated with toxic husband. She, the most toxic woman our girl has ever come across. The kids. Tests her patience. The old man, replacment for CCTV. Everyone's always under his surveillance. The old woman. Loud mouth. She manages to ignore them as much as possible. 

And then, there's her. Trying to live life, one day at a time. 

Dates and Heartbreaks

She always believed in one-love, one-man and happily-ever-afters. You know, the things that novels and movies make you believe in. She was a hopeless romantic and she waited for "the one" until life hit her. Like a truck with no brakes. 

Awful. 

She gave up. 

Keeping her dreams and hopes aside, she  started behaving like how normal people do. She entered the dating pool. 

Was it all casual? Yes, indeed. Was it that she wanted? Certainly not. 

Every time she went on a date, her hopes soared. She dreamt of a fairytale. What she got was disappointment. 

Each man left with a piece of her heart. Yet, her heart grew back, with all the hopes right in place. 

They wanted sex. She wanted love. They were ready to call it "love making", nothing beyond that. 

And one day, she died. Passing on her legacy of hopes to another woman. 

She started dreaming of a happily ever after. 

Parties...

I have never been fond of crowd or parties. I have only been at a part once and I hated that experience. It could be my protective instincts that kept me away from crowd, but that was compromised one evening. 

An evening when my favorite people's football team won a local tournament and we headed to celebrate. There were a bunch of men and a couple of us girls. We were having a great time, in an outdoor bar, not a pub, cracking jokes and a lot of alcohol sponsored by the boys. I was unusually very active and talking, because I was happily high. And when the bar was about to close, one of the boys suggested to continue this at a different location, in a bachelor pad shared by 3 siblings and I was the first one to say yes. 

We reached the apartment. A cool, posh apartment owned by these brothers. I knew one of the brothers and almost all the other boys in the party, so was very comfortable around. Until I smoked and was about to pass out. 

I somehow believed that puking would help you from passing out, even though it has never come handy to me ever. I tried it anyway in the loo, ending up tired instead. I went to one of the boys who live there and asked whether I could lie down for a bit. He said ofcourse and took me to one of the bedrooms. Neat and clean and quite dark. He showed me the king-size bed and asked me whether I wanted the lights on, I said no. He asked me to stay comfortable and he would close the door once he leaves so that I would be comfortable. I agreed and he left. I heard banter from the balcony next to the window and immediately passed out. 

I don't know how long I was out, but I suddenly woke up to someone whispering in my ear. I was still very tired, but was slightly better from the whole high and out situation. I could still hear people at the balcony. And then it occured to me that someone was still whispering in my ear "Please turn around". I sensed danger. 

I could feel my heartbeat raise. I knew someone else was with me, and the worst, he was cuddling me and panting. The panting made me froze. But eventually I gained some sense and decided to get out of this situation. His voice was familiar. It was the boy who organised the party. Or so I thought  A good friend of mine. He has always into hugs and kisses but never once did he make me uncomfortable. Why now? I wondered. 

I was thinking of ways to get out when he suddenly asked me "do you want some water?". I hadn't moved an inch until then even though he was literally begging me to turn around. But this question made me relax. I somehow managed to say yes, and he got up to get some water. When he opened the door, the lights from the living room came in and I saw who it was - one of the guys who was quite reserved and spoke little throughout the night. 

I didn't wait for him to return. I got out of the bed, rushed to the area where my female friends and roomies were and said I want to go home. They were all sloshed but it was almost time to leave so everyone joined me. They couldn't sense my restlessness and the need to just leave that place. They took their own time to finally book cabs but I was already sitting in one. 

I managed to tell my friend after reaching home about what happened. But they were too sloshed to even understand. But I think one of them called up the organisers and told him what happened. No one took it seriously. 

I was scarred for life. A few days later, I opened up to a couple of my other close male friends. One of them got really upset and angry. He wanted me to go to the police. Another guy knew the organiser, called him up and told him what happened wasn't cool. 

The guy called. He said "hey, are you still sitting on it? Leave it da. He is not this kinda person. He did it because he was drunk and he is sorry. He will call you.". My disappointment hit the roof. Another mutual friend listened patiently and told me "he is a repeated offender. He has done this before as well. I am sorry this happened to you". All of them still continues to be his friend. And they are no longer my friends. 

 The offenser did call me. Thanks to Truecaller, I saw his name and didn't pick the call. He texted me, I didn't respond at all. He didn't deserve a word from me.

He is happily married now but I am still haunted by what happened. I honestly don't know where all he touched and what all he did, and I despise myself for getting so sloshed. Since I was drunk, it is "my" fault, right? This is the very thing I dreaded all my life. The very thing that kept me away from parties and gatherings. My instincts were right. I was never safe. No woman is safe. 

And it was never me. The onus of this whole incident is on the men. The man who touched me, the men who chose to protect him, the men who are still friends with him despite knowing his offenses. 

And my friends who stood up for me. I am grateful they were with me. But sometimes I wonder, would they still stand up for a woman, if the offender was one of their own friends? I doubt! 

And then, I stopped attending parties, no matter how private they were. 

The Anti-Natalist

"Do you believe in ghosts?", the little boy asked his mother. She smiled, and thought for while - do I really believe in the existence of ghosts or paranormal activites? The truth is she did. Despite not believing in the idea of God, she somehow believed that negative energies strong enough to destroy her and her family exists out there. But, no, she cannot share her fears with her little one. With a smile on her face, she replied "no baby. I don't. Because ghosts do not exist." Her eyes said otherwise. 

The boy thought for a while and asked his next: "what scares you the most?" Her reply was instant: "snakes". She wanted to say "humans" but she knew her boy is too small to comprehend what she actually means by that statement. 

Every evening after work, she comes home, freshens up and goes to her little one's study. The babysitter would leave by then. She was adamant, no matter how ridiculous or busy her day was, she would come back home with a smile, to her son, who was eagerly waiting for her. 

The moment he sees her enter, his face brightens up. He can't wait to tell her how his day was in school. He looks forward to this time with her everyday, where he spoke and she listened. He asked and she replied. There were no distractions, no phone calls, no Instagram. Just the two of them. 

She never wanted to be a mother. She believed she was not meant to be one. Her impatience, moodswings and anger issues and the awareness about them made her feel that she might end up giving trauma to a child, and she wanted no one to go through what she did. But all of these changed the moment she saw him. She felt a strong connection with him when she accompanied her friend to the orphanage. And eventually, after much struggle and a few years later, he came home with her. The most joyous occasion in her life till date. 

The innocent smile of his face made her patient. She became someone she never thought she would - a loving, caring mother who would give it all for this little boy. And she decided to be everything she wanted her parents to be - she decided to be present, no matter what. 

And thus began the journey of the anti-natalist's evolution into a mother. 

Rules for Procreation

I know, you might be wondering "she has never procreated, who the hell is she to give us this lecture" after reading this entire post, but I can explain 😊 I am a great observer IMO, and above all, being a daughter, I can definitely tell you how a parent should or shouldn't be. So, here I go! 

First of all, please do not bring a life into the world because you feel empty and lonely. Or because, your parents or in-laws want to pamper a grandchild. Procreate only when you have the right reasons, and most importantly, when you are ready for it. That's the first rule. 

Now, once you decide to procreate, you need to understand that your child or children are your and your partner's responsibility. Sometimes, you may not be able to give it all to them, which is understandable, but DO NOT even consider having a child thinking your old parents would look them after. No, that may not be their retirement plan!

Next, consider giving birth only if you have the resources to bring them up. This not only includes financial stability, but emotional capacity, mental stability and physical health too. 

The next rule, is similar to one of the points above. Let me repeat that again - your child is your responsibility. This means you may have to make sacrifices for them. Sometimes, even a single parent is enough, but you may have to make bigger sacrifices, but you don't have a choice - their future and mental health depends on how you treat them. You must be available for them, need to spend more time with them, you may have to listen to them 24x7, about most trivial things - you ought to make that journey easy for them. Sometimes, what what matters the most to them is your presence - please do not deprive them of it or make it feel like a luxury. 

All of these means one thing - it's a big responsibility and no child's play. Get into it only when you are absolutely ready for it. Of course, each parent's journey is different and it is no easy task, but once you take that decision, it's not about you, all of it becomes about them. 

There will be days when you want and crib and whine, cry for an entire day or two, or just run away, but you gotta hold yourself together. It's never easy, but your decision decides the fate of another human and even if you cannot give them your best, don't give them trauma. 

Ok bye. 

Regrets - Part 1

One of the main rules I have set for myself among other things is to have as little regrets as possible. Ofcourse I am a human, and humans err. So zero regrets isn't really possible. But, to keep up to my rules, I take accountability of my actions, and am always ready to face the consequences as well. But, things weren't this way when I was younger. 

I was quite naive and too immature back in the day (not much has changed now) and I have done many stupid things which I regret now. I wish I knew better, but I console myself stating age and inexperience. However, the one thing that I would probably regret for the rest of my life would be engineering. 

I had no interest in engineering. When I was in my 10th grade, all I wanted was to become a doctor, thanks to the TV show Sanjeevani (Sasta Grey's Anatomy) My dramatic self was impressed by the show and wanted to be the replica of the protagonist (lol!) But, life had other plans. 

My parents were adamant of sending me to an engineering college, if not Medical. You know, even today's brown parents don't know that other career options also exist. Anyway, due to various reasons, I who was preparing for medical entrance examination, ended up attempting only engineering entrance test (lol lol lol) and ofcourse not getting through. 

But, my father isn't someone who'd give up. He was determined. He wanted me to go to engineering. No matter what. His reasoning was to give equal education to both his kids so that there is no room for complaints. But then, my ambition has slowly moved to becoming a fashion designer. How or why, I don't know. I wasn't even that passionate. My parents gave me the ultimatum - either engineering, or FD in an institute in Kerala! Since there is still no reputed fashion designing institutes in the state, you can imagine the situation back then ( 20 years ago to be precise) I gave up and told them "civil engineering then", because, my plan Z was to follow my father's career path (screams nepotism) 

Anyway, I was told Electronics and Communication Engineering is the shizzzz and I should take that up. Did I even have a choice? 🫠

Now, this is not the part I regret. In fact, my parents should be the ones regretting taking that decision for me. 

What I regret is going to that goddamn college. For not having a voice of my own. For not saying no. For not having decision making skills. For not having the means to research. For not having people in the family to support me and understand me. For taking my privilege for granted and stealing the opportunity of someone deserving. For not finishing my graduation. For dreading going to college. For despising my parents who were equally ignorant and clueless. For wasting my father's hard-earned money on something I was certain I would never finish. 

The last part. That's the one which hurts me the most. I'd apply for exams every season but never showed up. That's privilege for you. Today, when I think of the kind of money I spent on exams, I want to slap myself. I made the university richer. That's the only good thing out of it all. 

The only silver lining of this experience is that... Well, I learned a thing or two. That's about it. Nothing else. It was an absolute waste of time and money. That's all. 

PS: I still don't know what I want in life. 😑 I have accepted the fact that I have no aspirations or ambitions. Sigh. 

Do Parents Owe Their Wealth to Children?

Now, the other side of the story. 

Yes, parents bring life to the world for reasons that suit them. And they are responsible for nurturing their children. They should also leave their children to fend for themselves once they become adults. Like how the West do. 

Now, the problematic side of children is that, as much as they know that they owe parents nothing, why in the world do they expect parents to give all their wealth to them? And also take care of their offsprings! Really?

Parents work hard to give you the best of everything. And once you become adults, your life's trajectory is and should be your call. Which also means, you have no rights (I am not talking about legal aspects here, but solely moral) on their savings or properties. It's their call on how they use it. 

Ideally, each parent should make use of their wealth for their own benefits - which includes post retirement leisure, healthcare and so much more. If children want a comfortable life, they should be working hard, for themselves! 

And the second part, if you want to procreate, find means to take care of that responsibility. Because, certainly it's not your parents' retirement plan! They can choose to contribute, but you cannot force, threaten or manipulate them into being free babysitters. 

All we should expect from each other is love and respect. Nothing else. 

Ok bye. 

Do Children Owe Anything to Their Parents?

I don't know if it's just an Indian thing or a global issue, but kids are often manipulated into believing that we owe our parents quite a lot, we should always be grateful to them and take care of them during their old-age, because they have sacrificed their life for us. If you are someone who believes this to be true, and are planning to or have already procreated with the idea that your kids are your old-age plan, I have something to say. No. They are not. Your children owe you nothing. Let me break it down to you. 

Now, don't get me wrong. I am currently a stay-at-home daughter, taking care of my parents who are in their early 70's. I am doing it very happily and voluntarily. My parents haven't really manipulated or gaslit me into doing this. However, I felt that this conversation is important. For the sanity of the people of my generation and the ones who are to follow. 

So, couples decide to procreate - it could be for various reasons, I don't want to get into that. Now, did the sperm cells or eggs asked you to give them an opportunity to fertilize? No. It was your call. You decided to bring a life into the world. Now, that life is certainly your responsibility. You have to give them all the essentials to survive and sustain. Otherwise, you shouldn't have given birth to them in the first place. 

You nurture them into beautiful, healthy, educated humanbeings. Your "sacrifices" are part and parcel of this journey. Because, IT WAS YOUR CHOICE. And then, they grow up. Ofcourse, that journey would have been extremely hectic and tiring. But, let me remind you again, IT WAS YOUR CHOICE. 

Now, they are adults, capable enough to take care of themselves. This is were it gets tricky. At this point, you want them to pay back. You want them to provide for you, take care of you, so on and so forth. And why do you think it's fair? Why are they compelled to do that? Why can't you just let them be? If they want to voluntarily take that responsibility because they love you and THEY want to pay it back to you, that's a different thing altogether. But you and the rest of the world demanding it is the most ridiculous and selfish thing ever!

And the worst of it all is to give children traumatic childhood experiences that sometimes even years of therapy sessions couldn't heal, and then expect them to be your oldage plan? Really? Like duh! 

So, if you want to procreate because you want to bring a life into to this world, and nurture it, it's great. Do that. But, if your plan is to have someone to look after you when you are old, you could always save all that money up and use it to a nice, comfortable old-age care. That's how it should be. Because, YOUR CHILDREN OWE YOU NOTHING. 

Forever A Beach Person

I don't exactly remember when it started, I neither remember going to the beach often during my childhood, but I do identify myself as a beach person. That could also be because I have never really been to the hills or mountains or forests 🫠 

Waters really calm me down. It doesn't necessarily have to be the vast, blue sea. Lakes, ponds..  you name it! And I feel grateful to be in a city which has multiple lakes and beaches, and even a small island. I also wanted to live near a water body, until the floods in Kerala made me realise it's not really a good idea. Fortunately, I have had that experience once, eventhough for just a couple of months, but I am just glad I could live that dream. 

I used to have a point in life where I'd get high just being at the beach. Not kidding, it has happened not once or twice but multiple times. Nothing else has given me that 'happy high' ever in life, and sadly I have lost that all, thanks to adulting. 

I am trying to reconcile with my happy self altogether, and also use some of the experiences from the bitch phase to protect myself from toxicity, and above all, get that happy high, all over again, with just being at the beach. 

And for that, I realised, YOU HAVE TO ACTUALLY BE AT THE BEACH! DUH! 

So yeah.  I am just trying to get that high back, and here's from my beach visit last week. 

Insensitive Friends

Have you ever hard insensitive friends? Then, you maybe able to relate to this. 

They aren't always insensitive. They are mostly "sarcastic" and "brutally honest". Without understanding how deep their insensitivity is affecting you. The worst is, even you feel they are right. Because you always have been insecure about yourself; you were never enough. And their comments are reaffirming these. Making you believe that you are the worst person the planet has ever borne. 

Do you know what the worst part is though? You still love them. You try to be sarcastic and brutally honest, because you think that's how people should be. You ignore the fact that it has affected you and it could affect others too. Or maybe, you have always been an insensitive person yourself, and their influence is only making you a bigger AH than you ever were. 

It becomes your norm. Until you learn about kindness. Until you meet people who are kind and humble and do not shove their insecurity onto others in the name of sarcasm. 

And then you realise this is what you ought to be; this is what you have to strive for - a kind person. And this is what the whole wide world deserves - nothing but kindness. You understand how toxic this whole brutally honest nonsense had been, and also learn that you can still be honest, without being hurtful. You learn to accept people as they are and just let them be. 

And that's when you realise you can live without these insensitive people who have been nothing but bad influence. They might have been great in other areas, but kindness takes you a long way, and this person just doesn't get it, so you could live without them. 

You choose peace and happiness over their disappointment and chaos they have been shoving into your face. You are better now, and you'd finally start loving yourself, a little bit each day.