While patiently waiting for vaayadipennu to finish publishing the most recent N-N-1, Anju and I decided to revisit our original concept, 2-2-1. We went so far as to try to take our pictures at exactly the same moment. Trying to determine the date and time for this momentous project turned into an “After you Alphonse” routine until I remembered that a gentleman should never argue with a woman. So I decided that we would take our pictures on Thursday, May 4th at 7 p.m. in Penang, Malaysia. Let’s start with Anju. I hope that you enjoy the result.
I came face to face with one of my many scary zombie dreams in real life, as part of my job. As someone who has a ‘cliché’ fear of crowds, I’ve never actually had to face this fear head-on. Living in highly populated cities just means you learn to manoeuvre out of…
Nearly everyone has weighed in on the Trump debacle – whether the rant is laced with pro or anti keywords, it’s hard to get on the internet and not be faced with some Trump related news. Even in remote Bangkok, the capital city of a country run by a military government, there is an air of desolation, and everyone who’s everyone has shared their thoughts on the issue.
So instead of waxing ad nauseum about the same things (a lot of someones on the internet have captured the feelings better, and written the words more eloquently), here are a few pictures from the FCC-Thailand event I attended on President Trump’s inauguration day.
Organised by Democrats Abroad – Thailand, the event included the watching of Trumpland, an open mic to air your views, and an insightful panel discussion by experts in fields like climate change, economy, human rights etc.
As the night went on, I got more and more desolate. I’m not American, but it’s hard not to dodge around this doomsday feeling that is everywhere we look.Something one of the panelists said struck me. He said that the election was not won by racists voting. It was won because of economics. People can’t give a shit about any of the big issues when their day-to-day life is so difficult. He said that if jobs were fixed and a living wage guaranteed, the world would stop tilting to the right. Suffice it to say, a lot of alcohol was consumed that night.
However, I decided to focus a bit on the positives.
Americans can drink you under the table, while passionately quoting from very intelligent books/poets/artists/TV personalities.
The ‘useless millennials’ are raging, and are underestimated because of their choice of favourite beverage (something about a pumpkin spice latte?). This is good when a revolution strikes, the element of surprise will be on their side.
Trump was voted in my a minority of people, and by a flaw in the election system. So while he will try to push through archaic/damaging edicts, the people will rebel.
There are good people in the world.
We can actually do something, instead of wallowing in our ‘THE WORLD IS DOOMED!’ social media rants.
The American system of government and politics actually give its citizens the rights to be heard, to participate in democracy, to have your voice heard. I struggled to think of instances where I felt I participated actively in the politics of my own country.
There is a buzz in the air threatening to promise you the opportunity to live through historic times. I don’t know what to make of it.
I’m not the kind to be spooked easily. I have been known to laugh a bit too much during horror films, been a bit dismissive of ghost stories and stories of spirits. I’m a self-proclaimed unsympathetic rational.
Of late, though, I have had this feeling of being watched. I’m not usually a paranoid person, and maybe it had to do with the head to floor windows in our bedroom and kitchen … but I just couldn’t shake the feeling.
With the lovely view out our window, I often look outside. A few times over the last few weeks, I’ve had to shut the curtain because of an irrational fear that someone was watching.
Then this weekend, the mister called me over all excited. He had spotted something in the next apartment complex that tickled him to no end. Tune in next week to find ….
He saw that the guy (presumably) living opposite us on the floor above had a mannequin by his window! (WHO EVEN DOES THAT!). The mannequin, when his owner leaves the curtain open, stares straight into our house. It was not a malevolent spirit, and the shameless voyeur had impeccable taste in t-shirts. Sigh.
On the plus side, I found something else to keep me on edge. An elderly neighbour whose idea of fun is to sit on his balcony in his tighty whiteys while watching movies on his laptop. Fun!
I’ve done it. I’ve managed to reach the grand old age of thirty by failing at every societal standard laid before me – my index finger is ringless, my hair is fashionably grey, my uterus is rotting to the sound of my spinsterhood and I have dared to have a good time nonetheless. Who would’ve thought that being a disgrace would be such an adventure? They should’ve made it less exciting, and catered it to my attraction to procrastination.
5. I got to hug my baby niece and spend 2 whole weeks being bullied by her (it was the best feeling in the world!)
5. I got to see 15 new places in Thailand. Not to mention the great towns we got to explore in Kerala, India, over Christmas.
2017 is my 30th year and I intend to go after adventure and happiness with the same (if not slightly more exaggerated) vigour! After all, I read some potty graffiti recently that said “Do more of what you love!”. If that’s not a sign, then I don’t know what is.
It has been about three months since the last N-N-1. Rather that let it fade in to a mere memory we’re doing it again. One of the things that I love about N-N-1 is how people from different parts of the world connect electronically to share brief moments of their life. We see differences and recognize similarities. To me, it shows once again that while there are billions of people in the world, humanity is a singular noun.
The first participant is Pins n Ashes.
I was at one of my favourite restaurants, lunching with friends enjoying one of my favourite meals. Poori masala as we call it.
Next is Her Royal Highness Princess Butter with a picture and story dear to hearts of many Princesses. Oh, and thanks to the Princess we now call this process N-N-1 rather than just sticking in numbers that change with the number…