Musings of an inconsistent mind

Do you associate memories with smells(or vice versa)? Have you seen or read something and felt like you can smell it? Have you associated smells to people and stages in your life? It is amazing how much this olfactory sense can influence one's thoughts or even state of mind What are these smells that transport you in time and era and bring a certain warmth to you? Have you thought about it? These are the smells I consider the closest to my heart and what I associate them with- Smell of oranges-christmas, fresh start in life,warmth, coziness, rainy days Baby powder-newness, comfort, childhood memories Rain-washing away of all sorrows, hot cup of tea, books with beautiful covers, that favourite song That smell when garlic hits hot oil in the pan- holidays, free time, warmth Vanilla- my favourite childhood bakery, Nigella Lawson, Absolut Vodka The list goes on and on and on-Smells of Rice cooked in Coconut milk and bay leaf, kafir lime leaf, Pineapple salsa, Mom...

First of all, I am damn thrilled that I have been able to write consistently for 14 days now. Without becoming too excited and proud about this, let me get into the question that has been a lot on my mind today. Whats is wrong with human beings? Why do we alwayyyysss ridicule/criticise someone especially when we know that, that person is making an attempt at something we haven't dared to? What is it that makes human beings so venomous and caustic when it comes to pulling others down? I was watching some video on Youtube-my usual dose of makeup/lifestyle video and I was alarmed at the kind of "hate" comments people were leaving... You look fat..You look ugly...You don't even know how to do this.. What is wrong with people? Why is there a HATE club even before there is a fan club? Why is it so difficult to support others who want to do something new? Why is it so difficult to shut up if you do not approve/like somebody's ideas? Is this the animal in us being ...

I am sure most women would give an arm and a leg to be able to eat a huge slab of Chocolate chiffon cake and wake up like a Victoria secret model...How blissful does that sound?But sad..Life is not so...Especially for people like me..who don't even have to eat the goddamned cake..Just one stealthy look..and bam....1 inch up! I grew up in a family which had very serious and strict dress rules-If you don't have slim long legs-no jeans..If you do not have small boobs..no T-shirt..Halter neck is for sluts and mini skirts are for whores...the list is endless... As a result, I never got to wear about 90% of the styles out in the market-short sleeves, sleeveless, body hugging clothes, dresses, shorts, capris, You name it..I couldn't wear it..Shopping became difficult, and body confidence fell by atleast a 10% after every visit to the shop(do they make pretty clothes ONLY for the skinny bitches? Damnn!!!!) It took me a very very long time to understand that prejudice is within.....

As children, I remember how some words were taboo and uttering them would get us into trouble. Love was one of them LOL...Strange what movies can do to your vocabulary. These days I find almost everyone I know using the "hate" word so very easily. I hate sweets...I hate that colour..I hate this girl...We seem to use this word so very easily. The shock came when I noticed that children were using it as easily as well..without recognising the gravity of the word. Do we understand how lethal that word is? Is it OK to use that word? What exactly is this hate? Is it the opposite of Love?..Well I am afraid not. It is the ultimate illness that can infect the human race..the reason for dangerous, anti-human activities. What Hitler had for the jews was probably hate..What caused world wars..bombing...killing brothers...torturing fellow humans--thats HATE.How easily we use this word? My heart sinks when I hear children use this word. Can we swear to eliminate this word from our voc...

I was having lunch with my 10 year old nephew and my 63 year old mother. We had ordered for a traditional South Indian meal which comes with so many varieties of food in little bowls on a gigantic plate. My mother didn’t want to eat some of those items and immediately tried passing it on to the others in the table , just because she wanted to get rid of them and keep her plate filled only with good things (those that she would enjoy). I see the same dangerous habit with my nephew. He would like to get rid of things in his plate that he wouldn’t eat. I have noticed an uneasiness in him until that point in time that he gets rid of them. I was wondering…. is this is a national habit. We are known to take the garbage from our house and dump them on the roads. We are famous for keeping ourselves clean and leave public toilets unflushed and dirty. What may sometimes seem like a personality trait can actually be an illness, so much as to infect an entire nation with it.Dont you think? ...

I find that an increasing number of people these days, are talking about how their goal in life is to travel. Travel shows, travel vlogs and what not, are what fill people’s lives and free time. But why do people travel ? What does travelling do the soul?Or does it at all? I know a hundred problems in travelling- a good chance of catching a bug, bad food and its side effects, expenditure, a long time to settle back into daily life, packing and most difficult-unpacking! But despite this, every family, every person, does plan a trip, atleast, once a year. Why? Now, when someone has meticulously planned a trip and spent so much money, what do they do? Make sure they get the value for money…and how? Click some pictures and upload on social media sites! Show the world that you were there too! Some places are so very serene and beautiful,if only you are a little observant, this place could alter a bit of your life . Yet, even before one can take a minute to appreciate/savour...

There is something about going back to a place you have lived in for a long time and relive all moments.Nostalgia is an emotion I think most humans do understand. I went through a wave of emotion today..some good, many unpleasant and some so random that I wonder why the brain decided to store that information in the first place. Have you ever associated a place with a smell? I have! As I crossed a very familiar place, my nose almost picked up those smells and transported me to a familiar yet uncomfortable zone. A juice shop where I had a mosambi juice one random day, an icecream parlour which united me with my childhood friend, the photocopying shop in the college where we used to copy copious amounts of notes of some studious girl in class, the familiar bus route that I used to take every single day for 3 years, the shop where I bought some beautiful clothes for a very unpleasant event. There is something about memories....they have a certain colour..that fills your rather ...