Ma Vie

Mon ami, Bungi, a inspiré moi pour écrire dans une autre langue.

La vie est étrange. Quelquefois agréable, quelquefois triste.

Vous aimez quelqu'un. vous devriez être heureux encore que vous êtes si tristes.

Les gens vous demandent, pourquoi vous faites des choses étranges? Évader. Soyez heureux.

Comment étrange quand vous êtes tristes vous souriez toujours et simulez que tout est bien avec le monde.

Est cette vie ? Pourquoi menons-nous de telles vies artificielles ?

Y a-il n'importe quel point alors si votre vie est un grand mensonge..... Quelle est la vérité dans cela ?

Pourquoi écris-je dans une langue qu'aucun homme ne peut comprendre ?

Simplement parce que je suis désespéré pour enlever ce masque et encore j'ai peur d'exposer.

Mon Dieu aidez-moi s'il vous plaît..... Je mens et dis que tout est sur de bons termes avec le monde et ma vie quand ce n'est pas.

Mais tout ce que je peux dire est..... C'est la vie!

Hey alien, watch it!

Do you know what the synonym for ‘Alien’ is in the thesaurus?

It is: foreigner, greenhorn, guest, immigrant, intruder, invader, migrant, non-citizen, outsider, stranger, and visitor.

Now if you were a visitor in a foreign country, would you not give the local people or the natives the respect they deserve? Would you not say please and thank you; as they, showered their hospitalities on you?

Last night the girls and I went to see The Pirates of the Caribbean …..Ooh la oh la….Johnny Depp is gonna be my next topic.

Anyways, while we were at the theatre, there was this bunch of foreign kids who sat two rows behind us. Firstly they come into the movie real late. Then they giggle, laugh and talk loudly as they balance their popcorns and coke’s and noisily find their seat oblivious to the glares and shushing hurled at them. Did I forget to mention that they were all girls and stereotyped into the Barbie category? Besides that, they seemed to exude a certain jarring garish trait, which comes from having too much cotton fluff between their ears; rather than the normal intellect that most of us are blessed with.

Well, as if their noisy banter towards the start of the movie was not enough, I was later told by one of my girlfriends that they were busy cussing and using foul language thinking they were being super cool. They seemed to be insensitive to the fact that there were families and children around them. Once I heard it my patience seemed to have sunk even lower.

Ok, so here we were, my girlfriends and I, we had a superb time at the movies and were strolling out of the theatre content with life in general. We were waiting patiently waiting for the crowd in front of us to disperse as we strolled laughing and in good humor to our respective vehicles in the parking lot. When out of nowhere, these same foreign girls barge into our way and try to shove my friend and me off their paths by repeatedly saying, “Move, move, move, move” in an obnoxiously accented tone.

What can I say…. wrong person, wrong move? Well I asked in my nastiest and meanest voice….. ‘Want to watch where you step B#t@h?” All four of them turned around and rolled their eyes in contempt at me….how dare they….in my turf…in my land ….how dare they?

So I let go with a verbal attack or two….come on seriously…. I don’t remember how many I let them have….but it was enough to get them running for cover.

That’s right you B with them Itches! Don’t you dare mess around with me in my country!!! Yep I’m a racist…in my own ways….. And I hate the attitude where superior white skin rules over darker anytime and anywhere.
Look it’s not like I hate white skins…..that’s so untrue….I’ve some real close friends who are westerners from U.K to Ireland to America to Korea to Germany to Italy to Canada to Australia to across the globe….and I love them to bits. But they love me and respect me.

Yes important point being Respect for the Human Race.

My wild attempt at becoming an RJ

You know i actually sent this CV to Radio City a little while ago.

RadioCity: So if you believe you can make it BIG………
Me: I truly believe I can.
RadioCity: And you think you got what it takes………
Me: I think I do.
RadioCity: Then contact us ………
Me: So I am.

My name is Sapna Sera Abraham people call me Saps, Sappy, Sera or Girl (like I need someone to remind me of my gender......sheesh)

Well, I thought …is this a sign???? I was browsing the net and the radio city RJ thingy just jumped up on my screen (I’m kidding of course, I was literally doing a Google search)…so I thought to ma self…..Girl why don’t you try this thing….you always had the gift of the gab…

Like most other kids I had an education. I had parents nice enough to send me to an English medium school so I managed to finish my schooling at Union Christian Matriculation Higher Secondary School, Chennai. On passing out I thought I had conquered the world. Yes for me it was an achievement. Barely had I come out victorious out of this war when the army general and her lieutenant, (Mom and Dad in that order) decided that it was time to send me to torture camp. More Education.

So I was forced to do a degree in English literature. Why English in specific? Well that seemed to be the only language I spoke and being a drama queen my parents thought I would ace in Shakespearean Studies, Poetry and the likes. Little did they know there were other subjects such as History of English Literature, Linguistics, The origin of Grammar etc, etc.

I thought cruelty to children was banned. I should have a filed a case against my parents and the educational institute for the abuse and battering caused to such a delicate, beautiful mind such as mine. No I thought they will not destroy me I will survive. So I did. I passed out of English literature with average scores like an average kid from the Madras Christian College.

But the journey was lonely, dark and deep. I managed to break every rule in the book. So after rebelling with the authorities, fighting for my freedom by leading strikes and demonstrations (yeah I wish) I finally managed to scrape through without being suspended. But here I was a fresh graduate, older, wiser and at cross roads again. But this time without the slightest clue of what I wanted to do with my life.

My first job in a multinational company GE Hyderabad, I lasted a year and half which is a record time for me…..having an extremely active and creative mind any kind of monotony tends to drive me nuts. So I came back screaming to save my mind and besides I also missed the heat, the sweat and the auto drivers in good old chennai.

Once I got back to Chennai, my big mouth helped me get on stage. Oh yeah! It was theatre all the way. They don’t call me drama queen for nothing. And what’s more all the productions I ever got involved with were all musicals. Boy, you should have seen me singing a tune and shaking a leg……I loved the attention and the popularity it brought. But man cannot live by talent alone.

So here’s where I stepped into my second job, I got into advertising……my creative ability actually got me a job as a copy writer……see you can live on talent alone.

Then I decided to do something crazy. It was more a case of self abuse. Yep, I took the first step towards more mental torture. I sure tried to pursue my Master’s in English. After two years of O.D’ing. Please don’t ask me what happened I’d rather not talk about it. During my master’s I took up a keen sport of juggling and seemed to have become an expert in it. I was juggling theatre, studies and jobs as freelance consultant.

After that, up until today I’ve been working as a corporate trainer…oh yeah talking my mouth off too bozo’s not smart enough to do it themselves. Just kidding I must say I love it……but since my creative juices are not being challenged, I feel like I need to challenge myself.

So here I am hoping and wondering that I fit the bill that you require for a Radio Jockey.

Oh and by the way if you think I suck please do call me to let me know that too……because unfortunately I have this clingy friend called Hope, I really need to convince her in case I don’t make it.


Needless to say I never heard from them....
Too wild for their taste I suppose??!!!???
Anyways I had fun writing it.

I'm OK

I'm hitting my late 20's and it's speeding in closer by the minute. Heck was it just yesterday when this teen Barbie bimbo called me auntie?

Wow I never thought I'd loose my temper that fast. Thank God for good friends who put a "leash" on me and send the flustered "16 something Miss perfect figure" off telling her not to take it personal and that i was just rabid.

Grrrr Auntie my foot.

Ok so maybe I've got a few extra tyres round by girth in the last one year. Well i bake the best chocolate cakes and pies in the world. So that tallies for my lack of waistline that screams @$##^%$^%&^!!!! Instead of the perfect 26!!

Ok so maybe I lack that beautiful luscious mane to toss over my shoulder and casually throw sultry looks at men. What the heck!!! I've got Curls Curls and more Curls. Cut short to the skull and its been declared as the most lovable and ruffled head among my friends. So that's ok to.

Ok so maybe i get an allergy when I think of a diet or organic food or even salads. Someone has got to value the richness and beauty of ice-creams, hamburgers dripping with extra cheese, choco chip cookies, chicken roast, lemon tarts, fish pie, pot roast ...aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh the beauty of rich glorious food. Do i dare hold them in contempt and throw my nose up at them.

Ok so maybe i don't giggle daintily. What's the harm in a full throated laugh? Do you know how great it feels to snort like a pig and laugh till you think you are gonna die??? Hehehehehahahaha. Lung power!!!

Well i don't have a problem with me, and i dont give a rat's ass doing the twist either, if you've got a problem with me.

I'm OK. As a matter of fact I'm doing bloody good !!

What's this???

How difficult is it to understand abuse, rape, attempted rape or sexual harassment which according to Justice Arjit Pasayat “……. degrades and defiles the soul (and I’d like to add body too) of a female.”
Well the link below….is disturbing but yet an enlightenment….but the question is do I dare???? Do I dare stand and complain against the abuse.

http://www.legalserviceindia.com/articles/rape_laws.htm

Why does it happen?

I have no idea......

In the thesaurus the noun for rape is ‘abduction, abuse, bang, criminal attack, criminal ravishment, defilement, defloration, deflowering, depredation, desecration, despoilment, despoliation, devirgination, forcible violation, maltreatment, molestation, outrage, perversion, pillage, plunder, plundering, rapine, ravishment, sack, seduction, sexual assault, spoliation, statutory offense, violation’

And the verb form is ‘abuse, attack, bang, betray, compromise, corrupt, debauch, deceive, defile, deflorate, deflower, despoil, devirginate, dishonor, entice, force, loot, lure, maltreat, mislead, molest, outrage, pillage, plunder, ransack, ravish, ruin, sack, seduce, seize, shame, short-arm heist, spoliate, tempt, violate, wrong’

So what does the dictionary say about rape?
Here goes….
The unlawful compelling of a woman through physical force or duress to have sexual intercourse. Any act of sexual intercourse that is forced upon a person.
An act of plunder, violent seizure, or abuse; despoliation; violation: the rape of the countryside or person.
The act of seizing and carrying off by force.
To force to have sexual intercourse.
To plunder (a place); despoil.
To seize, take, or carry off by force.

And here’s what the dictionary has to say about abuse….
To use wrongly or improperly; misuse: to abuse one's authority.
To treat in a harmful, injurious, or offensive way: to abuse a horse; to abuse one's eyesight.
To speak insultingly, harshly, and unjustly to or about; revile; malign.
To commit sexual assault upon.
Wrong or improper use; misuse
Harshly or coarsely insulting language:
Bad or improper treatment; maltreatment
A corrupt or improper practice or custom.
Rape or sexual assault

Now it’s been confirmed at least in my dictionary. Not a single woman has been spared of this criminal offense be it the abuse, rape, attempted rape or harassment of the mind, body or soul…..she has been defiled or traumatized or affected either directly or indirectly.

She Da Queen

So yesterday was women's day and I’ll be absolutely honest after all these years of big hype....why did I feel so special, whole and complete yesterday?

We had women's day last year and the year before that too and even the year before that......if you get my drift.

Well I’ll tell you why… because I’m 27 years old and this year I’ve finally become a woman. This year, I’m whole because even my spiritual body has finally come in sync with my emotional, physical, intellectual and materialistic self.

Today i realized that I cannot exist as an island or an island group i need every form of me to co exist to complete the perfect me.

I don’t make sense do i?

Ok let’s see if this makes sense….. My journey started from the day I was born. I had problems from the day I learn to speak. I mean you’d wonder how much can the first words such as baba and dada get a kid into so much trouble…well I did… I mean not because I spoke gibberish, but, more because I did a lot of things that I was not supposed to. My only defense is… how will, I know, I’m not supposed to do something unless I did it myself.

I was trouble at 5.
Physically un-coordinated and verbally challenged.

I was big trouble at 10.
Physically hyperactive.
Spiritually….duh ? what?

I was big, big trouble at 15.
Verbally termed as loud, smart mouthed and mentally challenged because I went through a disease called “deliberately obtuse” and a viral infection called “teenaged stupidity”.
Spiritually rebellious and a cast off from community.

I was big, big, big trouble at 20.
Physically, I was mammoth shaped and I had a perfect figure that resembled the globe.
Spiritually confused.
An embarrassment to the community.
Mentally totally unaware on the realities of life.
Verbally did not have any problems except for the problem of putting breaks on my verbal abilities.

At 25 I was on a mass destruction path.
I was mentally, emotionally and spiritually broken, depressed and suicidal.
Physically I was loosing weight and gaining twice as much.
I had a broken engagement.
I was on a verge of becoming a god hater.


Now ah!! I’m inching towards 30.
For once i've cast away society and not the other way around.
I love it.
I’m confident.
I’m loved.
I’ve made it in my career.
I’m spiritually whole.
I’m learning to love my physical positives and negatives.
I’ve matured.
I’ve got confidence in myself.
I feel whole and beautiful inside out.
I’m a friend.
I’m a sister.
I’m a daughter.
I’m an aunt.
I’m a teacher.
I want to be a mother someday too.
I’m queen for now.
But above all I’m a woman.

Pink Pink Pink and loving it

I finally have a place to call home. After moving around for nearly 6 months. Its in an extremely hoity toity area. Its an exclusive and elite area. And I love it. Snobbish aint i?

Well so what am I up to in my new appartment??
I'm decorating it.....

And each room carries its own theme color.
The living room is all earth and rustic very tastefully down by my roomy I must admit.
Her bedroom has all the peacock colours in it. Its reallllll pretty.
We are planning to do the kitchen in yellow and green to give it a sunshine and fresh natural look. My roomie is going to the U.S to pick up the required kitchen interiors.... Yipeee yipee...i'm sooooo excited.

And finally my room....i'm doing it all in pink, off whites and lace......yyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!! Hehehe wicked huh?
and the best part is it'll freak them boys off.
My brother is already gagging at my choice of colour. He wont dare step into such a feminine room, challenges his mail sensitivities.

I love pink
I love pink
I love pink

lalalalalala

Now What?

It’s really a strange observation, the way life moves.
Sometimes you strut; sometimes you shuffle your shoes.
One minute you want to die in shame.
Then the next you just love the fame.

That’s the way I feel with people too.
One minute I love them honest and true.
The next I’m so disgusted I’m screaming blue.
At the hopeless jerk and the pretentious fool.

Well now notice my friend i say feel.
Feel is not the same thing as real.
In reality its a whole different story,
You just bite your tongue and say sorry.

So what is it i'm talking about?
Relationships of course without a doubt.
So is it simple or riddled with complexity.
To know better first you breath nice and easy.

The Extrovert and what people don’t know

They are loud and in your face. The party is usually where they are. The noise is around them. People tease them plenty, and they, being sporty take it well. They laugh and laugh and are able to take a lot of good natured ribbing. You hardly or never see an extrovert cry. They have the sunniest smiles around them and always are the first to volunteer in any crisis. They tend to be over enthusiastic; and their ‘never say die attitude’ if not understood correctly, is usually misunderstood and often considered annoying.

However, here's what you don’t know about the other side of an extrovert... . . .

In reality they are terribly shy but in two meetings they become your best friend; so, you forget that when you meet them the first time they are actually at a loss of words.

Some people call them sassy, impish or brazen. But you must remember again the situation called for it. If nervous and frightened they need to throw the sass and brazen attitude to regain their confidence which is missing at that moment.

Hey and their incessant jabber is just a show to keep people at a distant. What do you really know about the extrovert? You might know everything about them; however, do you know them? Then seem extremely easy to read, but trust me they let you know only what they choose too. They can be highly mysterious about their true feelings and emotions.

An extrovert may be madly in love but they’ll never let you know for fear of rejection. An extrovert might be really hurt by something you said, but they’ll never let out a squeak, they’d just laugh it off and shake their head wiping the tears of laughter when you’ve actually broken their heart.

An extrovert will be a friend for life and they usually hate nasty scenes. You can be guaranteed that there won’t be a confrontation or an ugly scene with them.

But please don’t push the extrovert because they reach breaking points too. When they fly off the handle don’t agitate them further. Once they simmer down they come back feeling extremely silly and repentant about the entire scene. Even if it’s not their fault they seek forgiveness of the entire world.

In a nut shell sparkling and exuberant beings who love to hide behind uncertain and insecure masks.