Aamir Khan

I believe you can find inspiration in every moment of life. Today, on my favorite day of the week, relaxing on the couch with my mum and my coffee, scrolling through the television channels, we caught the last episode of Satyamev Jayate.

AamirKhan, the actor considered by most Indian film watchers as the intelligent one was just a regular talented actor for me. I was one of the very few people who found 3 idiots an absolute waste of time. I am also probably the only Bollywood fan who has watched dhoom3 in bits and parts. Don’t get me wrong, I admit he is a good actor and I applaud some of his work. But I could miss his movies without a skip of a heartbeat.

I made sure to watch episodes of his show every week during the previous season. Even though it was heavy and hard hitting, and sometimes caused me stress, I enjoyed it because it was real. This year I missed most of his episodes due to lack of time.

What he didn’t do for me through his movies, he did through his show. He touched my heart and won my respect through his research work, through his connection with people and through his desire to make difference in the world. 

To become successful and then to give back to people is an inspiration. He made his mark in the world of reel and then chose to make a difference in the real world.

Through the medium of television, he touched sensitive topics that have infested society and presented solutions to heal those areas of life. He gave like-minded people a platform to work together in the process of healing.

You might say that it will take more than just one motivated man and one television show to bring about change, but I believe that one man and one show are enough to energize the light in all of us to shine a little brighter.

We all have that light of goodness inside us, and Aamir Khan helped me discover that light again. I had lost focus on goodness and love somewhere along my path and today I understood that. We all have that power to give back to the universe and to touch a life or two around us causing a therapeutic domino effect in our worlds.

Aamir khan says that through love and goodness all problems can be healed. 

He plants the seed of goodness in people’s minds and revisits to water the seeds.

I salute you Mr. Khan! More power to you and your team to create waves where you have made ripples.

Today’s episode was called ‘a real man’ #arealman, and I must say, it was definitely hosted by a one.

kill/dil

Kill/Dil – 3.5stars

The first prize goes to the dialogues. Maybe it is not the perfect choice of movie to watch with your family. But the best choice if you go with a crazy bunch of friends.

Second prize goes to the duo Ali and Ranveer. The bothers fit their roles perfectly well. An absolute contrast between their characters and yet the love and friendship they share touches your heart. It feels like the roles were written, keeping the actors in mind. One loud, and the other silent, and yet the rapport they share in dialogue deliver is worth applause.

Third prize goes to the music of the movie. I do admit there are one too many songs in this one, but expect for one, the rest are unique and fit the crazy theme of the movie

Fourth prize goes to the king of dance Govinda. It is a treat to watch him move on screen again, but don’t except too much from his role, coz you might be disappointed.

No prize for Parineeti though. Her character was definitely written well, and she was the right choice for it too. A strong headed, independent girl who follows her heart and holds no judgment but somewhere it lacked the impact she usually delivers with her acting. Also, her dress designer for this movie should be fired. He should consider a different career path for making a beautiful girl look absolutely out of shape and uncomfortable.

After months of a dry spell creative bollywood is back on track.

Movie review - Lucy & Mardani

Last Night I watched two movies. The first was the american movie Lucy staring Scarlett Johansson & Morgan Freeman and is about what happens when you can use more than just ten percent of your brain power.
The second was the Indian movie Mardani, a Yash Raj production staring Rani Mukerjee based on uncovering the depth of a human trafficking mafia. 

How I perceive Lucy and Mardani .

Both movies are based on reality . Both movies are an awakening of sorts.
One awakens you to the god in you while the other to the evil.

Both movies show you the potential of humans.
Lucy shows you how much untapped potential of growth and goodness we have locked inside us, that can work like pure magic. While Mardani shows the potential of evil in humans. It shows you the extend at which people can go for money, power or just thrill.

Lucy is consciousness imagined, described and shown so brilliantly that it blows your mind away. It is what spirituality and science teach you, put on reel.
Mardani is the collective unconsciousness the world suffers from. The unity of criminals and crime working like a perfect web and catching prey for its spider.

Evil is depicted powerful in both.One shows you an individual's power to face evil after becoming conscious.
While the other shows you that collective consciousness needs to be created to fight against the web of crime in the world.

One movie gives you the spiritual message to just BE. While the other gives you the social message to be the change!

Both Lucy and Mardani have women as heroes n both manage to give you the shivers.

And lastly, both are an absolute must watch.

Hats off to the makers n performers of two amazing movies and to the power of cinema.

#Lucy #Mardani #Cinema #Bollywood #Hollywood

The visit to a land lost in time and space

My recent trip to Thailand - Phi Phi Island

I was really looking forward to this trip, for many reasons. It had been a tough year so far and I wanted to spend some quality time with a dear one. It didn't seem possible initially, with the new job and my recent medical track record, but creative visualization and my angels helped make it happen.

Thailand showed me a new perspective on life. It taught me a lot. It showed me that freedom is a relative term. This piece is about the best part of my trip. Its about an island that touched my very being. 

  

Phi phi Island was my home for three nights. When I arrived at the island, I instantly knew I was about to fall in love and I was absolutely right.

It was an island lost in time and space. A tiny piece of land surrounded by beautiful beaches, and breathtaking limestone mountains covered in lush green forests. The colors of the water changed with the time of day. The breeze, carried with it the smell of the magnificent ocean .

The collective consciousness of the island was one of peace and bliss. There were no newspapers which meant no bad news. There were no vehicles, which meant no pollution, no road rage, no parking stress and no noise. There was no television, which meant no unnecessary waste of time and consciousness.  The food was so fresh, it was caught a few minutes before you set your eyes on it. The people were soft, calm and so unlike their brothers and sisters from the cities. How could there be anything else other than peace or bliss here?

The nights converted the island into one big party. Young people from across the globe, dropping inhibitions and differences and just having the time of their lives, as if the world was coming to an end.

It felt like this was a dream or I had died and moved on to the hereafter. How is it possible that just a few thousand kilometers away from all the chaos, anger, hatred, wars, deaths and evil, there existed this tiny island where life was the way it was meant to be. Blissful and peaceful. How was it possible that you weren't judged by the color of your skin or your wealth, or by the passport you held or by your beliefs and your idea of God. You were a human being, sharing this divine piece of land with other human beings and animals wholeheartedly.

The island had the power to suddenly awaken you. It felt like finally I was one with life. One with the pulse of the earth. All this in just three nights. Imagine living here for months. Maybe someday I will give up on all my possessions, move to phi phi and be an island girl. For now, I carry the island in my heart reminding me that differences are just man made and life is more than all the petty excuses for negativity. Life is grand and is meant to be lived in harmony, with a heart full of gratitude.

Phi phi Island, the place I felt my pulse for the first time.

#phiphi, #phiphiisland, #islandgirl, #thailand, #peace, #thebeach, #love

My Nepalese Holiday

1.       Drive from Kathmandu to Pokhara.

It was a six hour drive from Kathmandu to Pokhara. I dreaded the drive simply because the roads were like a constant ab exercise. To my surprise, this was the best part of my holiday. I saw the most beautiful wonders and scenes in those six hours, and was ready for six more.

The mountains all around, with the river gushing through them. The mist moving along through the mountains and through us, with no hurry, just swaying through life as if it were stoned. The light rain drops falling on my face, the smell of freshness in the air. I was in heaven. So much beauty, sketched by mother nature, untouched by human kind, it really felt like I was in Paradise. If you ask me what we friends talked about during this long journey, I wouldn't remember a thing. I was just too mesmerized by all that I saw.  I just wanted to breathe it all it, take it all back with me somehow.

 Villagers carrying wood and other necessities on their backs and walking up and down these mountains, with a smile on their faces, waving at us tourists. They all looked like happy monks from a Buddhist story book. It just seemed picture perfect. How Ironic was it, they have absolutely nothing, lived a day at a time, in a tiny hut by the river, and they were happier than most people I knew. I guess that’s what nature can do to you.

Suddenly where I came from and who I was became a tiny spec in this amazingly beautiful Universe. I guess this is what God’s art can do to you.  I will go back someday, and stay there in those valleys, in a hut for a few weeks, detox the city toxins out of my system and get rejuvenated. 

For me, this drive was the highlight of my trip. My intimate time with Mother Nature.

2.      White water rafting.

     For a first timer, I was scared and didn't know what I was getting into. All I knew was to hold on to my dear life. Once we were on that river, going along with those currents, and against the wind and the rain drops, I just let go of the fears and enjoyed the ride, until splash!! Freezing water hit us from all around, waking every single cell in my body and all we do is gasp, scream and laugh out loud! The splashes continue and the adrenaline rush increases as we get a hang of team work and oh what a beautiful river to be doing this in. It was only the freezing water that constantly reminded me that this wasn't a dream. It was real.

This is a definite must do in Nepal. It is an experience of a lifetime. And do it with friends. You create memories that will not fade very easily.

3.        Chitwan Jungle experience.

     The drive from Pokhara to Chitwan was another beautiful experience. Scenic, but in a completely different way. Never ending plains of rice fields for miles and miles, reminded me of my all-time favorite movie Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge and made me smile. We passed through so many villages, saw images of what life is like, women milking cows, kids playing on swings, men fixing dish antennas, young girls washing clothes on the road side, even people showering out in the open.

We bought fresh fruits on the way, pumped water out of a water pump, sang and danced in the rain, all on the way to our resort. Now when you say resort to a girl from Dubai, you can understand what I imagine right? This was slightly different you see. It was a jungle. Yes I knew that already, theoretically, but now I was going to experience the real thing. The resort was very well maintained and we had a beautiful little hut, with a terrace facing a river and forests.

I didn't know night can get this dark, I didn't know how beautiful the moon can be in such dark nights. I didn't know there are so many stars for real. I didn't know creepy crawlers can be astonishingly beautiful. I didn't know such tiny creatures can make so many different sounds in the night. I didn't know a night could be that still. It was all so new and so different that while it made me uncomfortable, I was in complete amazement, every moment. 

Riding on the back on an elephant, sight-seeing through the jungle was exciting. It just felt safer being on the big guy in that jungle. We saw different species of deers, wild rabbits, rhinos and monkeys, all in their natural habitat, grazing and chilling. We saw a breeding farm for crocodiles and turtles too, which made me wonder why in the world would anyone breed crocodiles. Just showed me how little I know about the wild life. The canoe ride on this silent river was a little scary because of the close proximity with so many crocs. The crocs were everywhere. You could actually mistake them for dead or rocks because they were so still. Thank goodness we had naturalists assigned to us, otherwise I am sure, one of us would end up sitting on a croc for a picture, assuming it was a rock.

This is a must do experience for wildlife and photography lovers. But make sure you go with professionals like our tour guides from  GetupandGo to ensure you stay in a well maintained resort, because you never know what creature might show up in your room J

4.     Bakhtapur Durbar Square

This UNESCO world heritage site was a delight to the senses. With the right tour guide (and trust me that is very important. A tour book will not do enough justice), this was the most interesting history lesson I have ever attended in my life.

From the royal palaces, to the temples, the colors and intricacy were breath taking. The square is like a piece of land lost in time and space. You go back into history and with complete admiration and respect for the architecture, the wood work and the detailing. So many earthquakes could not destroy their structures. I was blown out of my mind. Not only is God creative in Nepal, people too are visionaries, from centuries ago.

Bakhtapur is paradise for a photographer. A place we should have spent a day or two in. It had an air of the past, felt like we were in a black n white era, except with rich color. Street food, and street shopping were just added delights to the evening.

Another place I will return to.

5.     Nagarkot

      This hill station was some seven thousand feet about sea level (I think).  The drive up the mountain was incredible. Nepalese beat the world at driving, and they are so polite at it too.
The hotel we stayed at was right on the tip of a mountain, with nothing around it except for the majestic view Himalayas, deep valleys, and green forests. We were in the middle of the mist. It was a dream that night. With a panoramic view of Kathmandu city, and apparently the most beautiful sunrise, which we missed out because of the heavy mist, this is unquestionably my honeymoon destination. I could just sit there in the balcony, wrapped in a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate, the man I love, and have the most beautiful time of my life. Absolute bliss!

Nine days in Nepal and I could write a book. There is so much to write about and to think that I saw just a tiny fraction of this beautiful country. The bazaars of Kathmandu, the walks through the streets of Pokhara, the restaurants, the buzz and best of all the people of Nepal. Such beautiful, genuine, honest, welcoming and humble people.

So many times during this trip, I wondered if all this was real. It made me realize that I know nothing about the world. It made me want to explore more, learn and see more. It made me realize how disconnected I was from God’s work of art, how much beauty there is in this world. It made me realize, how little we need to be happy and content and how our everyday concerns are merely specs of dust when you are one with nature.

Getupandgo definitely was the right choice, because we had nothing to deal with. We only had a trip to enjoy. Every single detail was taken care of as per our requirements and better than expectation. It is unquestionably the best way to travel. Exploring is always fun, but why waste time when there are professionals who can guide you to experience exactly what you want to experience.

You hypnotized me the first time. I wonder how the second time will be. Until then, God bless you Nepal. 

October 2013

In the memory of two beautiful souls.

On new year’s eve, I was in a children’s ambulance travelling from one hospital to another. That was the most fascinating event of that week for me. By midnight, while the city celebrated, my two new room-mates and I were in our beds trying to get as much sleep as we could. We had not met each other, coz by the time I was moved into my room (for the next 6 days), they were both asleep.

The next morning, we met very briefly. I realized that when you are in a hospital bed, you are not very chatty. And I also realized that you don’t need to talk to feel each other’s pain. Uncertainty, helplessness, pain and fear were what all three of us felt, and family did not quite feel it the same way. That was our connection and we saw it in each other’s eyes.

The girl opposite me was Haleemeh, an Iranian born and bred here, just like myself. She was only 28 years old, suffering with leukemia and been living in hospitals since 10 months. She was a very quiet girl, playing games on her cell phone most times. She had big beautiful eyes and a very sweet smile. Her sisters took turns to stay with her. Soon mom got along with all of them like they grew up together.

The girl next to me was Sansan. She was a Burmese girl who came down to Dubai to work at a hypermarket as a vegetable packer. She spoke only Burmese. They weren't quite sure what she suffered from, but she wasn’t getting any better. She was the same age as Haleemeh and was all alone in Dubai. Her family could not afford to travel to be with her, and her employer could not send her back because of some hospital/Airline responsibility issues. A colleague named Suhana was staying with her at the hospital. She spoke hindi, and thankfully the rest of us could communicate with Sansan through her. Sansan was like an angel. She smiled and suddenly the day was better. She played Buddhist chants every night and put us to sleep.

We met each other’s visitors like they were our own, took turns to play music, laughed at my mom’s jokes, shared chai, sat in the dark when any one of us needed the lights off and prayed to the Lord to have mercy when one of us cried in pain. These are some strange bonds that you don’t expect to make in a lifetime.

I was discharged 6 days later and I left the hospital on my feet, excited to go back home. I hoped my room-mates would feel what I felt going home. I prayed for them before I slept every night, sent them healing and went to visit them 2 weeks later. Sadly they were both worse than before and were fast asleep. They didn’t meet me. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe seeing me doing well would dishearten them someway.

Its 35 days since I left the hospital, and in this past week, both Haleeme and Sansan passed away. I got Haleeme’s news a couple of days back. My parents were not sure if I could handle the stress and had kept it from me for a week. Her death was shocking, since I didn’t have any news of her. Sansan I kept getting news since Suhana was in constant touch. In the past 35days, Sansans condition deteriorated. Her organs stopped functioning one after the other. She could not see or hear anything towards the end. At 3pm today she breathed her last breathe.

I bawled. I could not stop crying after the call. Why did I meet these girls during their final stage in this world? Why did I connect with them? Why did I get well and leave, but not them. So many questions but no answers at all.

I don’t know if this makes any sense, but while I am grateful for what I have had, I felt guilty suddenly for being luckier than both of them. I got well and left while they got worse by the day. My disease and pain was so incomparable to theirs. I had my mom n dad with me every single day. Haleemeh had lost her parents and Sansan was far away from all family, in a country distant from anything familiar. I had friends and family who visited me every single day just to cheer me up, no one visited Sansan. Thankfully Haleemeh had family who still visited her. I could eat whatever I wanted to, they couldn't even do that.

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 I celebrated my new year’s eve with these two angels. I cannot get over this. I know deep down, that there was a reason I was put in that room with those two beautiful souls. I hope I realize what that was soon.

God works in mysterious ways. Their suffering has ended, but so have their lives.

If you are reading this, then I request you to send a prayer to their families. Siblings who suddenly lost their younger sister Haleemeh, and a family back in Burma who were looking forward to their daughter, Sansan’s return, and are now expecting her lifeless body.

Friends, Life is short! These girls were in their twenties. Add some love to your days. Don’t be so mechanical. Tell your family and friends you love them, don’t assume they already know, hug each other without a reason. Forgive and let go of grudges. Just imagine it’s the last time you are meeting everyone you meet, and tell them what you would tell them, if it were really the last time you were meeting them.

Wake up and live your life! B'coz you know what, it ends suddenly, without warning. Poof!!

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February 2014

What we do not understand, we call Weird.

Yes! I wear leather gloves in the peak summer and I also wear shades when I work on the computer. No! I am not a psycho, or an attention seeker or some eccentric teenager. I have conditions that have not left me with a choice but to appear weird. 

Mind you, I am not looking for sympathy from you. The last thing I want is for you to feel sorry for me.

I just want you to show me a little respect even though I seem strange to you. Trust me; I don’t do it for attention. The reason I had avoided the gloves for so long, was the attention factor. But I couldn’t take the pain anymore, and was forced to wear them before I collapse.

Venting over! Now let’s go back a little bit, shall we?

Each of us has a story. Our story determines how we behave majority of the times. I write this to tell you a part of my story. I was diagnosed with a seeming disorder called Lupus. This is an autoimmune disease where my immune system goes rogue and attacks me instead of protecting me. When you are diagnosed with one type of an autoimmune disease, you are very likely to invite a few more. So Lupus brought in a few friends, and they all loved me so much that they decided to stay and party. The problem that makes me turn into a smurf is one of the invitees, called Raynaud’s disorder. What happens is that my blood vessels go through spasms with a change in temperature or change in emotions and that stops my blood from flowing to my fingers and toes and they turn yellow, white and ultimately blue. I take the whole ‘colorful personality’ quite literally. I do admit that it is a scary sight for people who are unaware of the condition. It has caused panic amongst people I love many times. They have been scared for me, but never treated me like I was abnormal.

Back to now. As for you, my fellow human being; you are an educated man, a well-respected, well-travelled, well rounded and well-spoken man. You work in one of the best organizations in town, drive one of the best cars and live in the best localities of Dubai. So what is it that you lack? Why do you point at me and laugh? Or call me Michael Jackson coz of my gloves? Or openly call me a sick person?  Why would you rather ridicule me, than try and understand me?

I just don’t get it. Would I also behave this way if I saw someone as weird as I appear to people? It’s a hypothetical question, but I seriously doubt it. One thing is for sure, that now on, I would never judge anyone as ‘weird’ no matter how they appear. I know most people do it unconsciously and I also know that I am extra sensitive and maybe that is the reason it bothers me so much.  But tell me, who likes being addressed as sick? Or as someone who looks like she is going to die? No one!! So stop being a bully with a smart mouth young man!

My true feelings are to punch these people in the face and tell them to F off. And then quit my job and stay in my protected environment away from the cold people and cold offices. Hell!! I want to be healthy and normal again! J But these are not possible right now… So I write, vent, breath, call them names in my head and go back to my regular life. 

Moral of the story… My dear friends, it is not difficult to accept people with all their weirdness. It’s actually very easy. Every time you meet someone new, give them a chance before you judge them; I mean go ahead and judge if you want to, but give them a chance first. Every single person you meet is an opportunity to learn something new and to grow. We all come with a story. And the story could be fascinating…I know mine is. J

Making a Tradition.

Making a tradition.

Have you noticed recently that every few days, we are told that something or the other is being celebrated?

It is either a happy realization day, or a happy musician’s day, or a happy dance day, or a happy ‘relationship’ day and of course a happy earth day.  While only some of these have relevance, they all do have a history and origin and a bunch of wise people who started it. Don’t you think?

That’s where my story fits in.  Nine years ago, one fine day, my friends and I, a bunch of young adults in our early twenties got bored.  And contrary to belief, our boredom was the creative force behind an idea.

While ‘hanging out’ at one of Dubai’s malls, we decided to come up with a dress code for the following weekend meet up.  After much contemplating, the code was decided to be orange.  Anticipation and planning, and that weekend finally arrived. It was the 1^st of June 2006, the birth of Orange day.

We all followed the code, even though some of us felt it was silly, we wore orange and wished each other a Happy Orange Day.  People were inquisitive, and asked why the code. We didn’t really have a reason other than “fun”, so we made up stories. Some very seriously told a tale of standing up against the cutting of Orange trees while others pretended to be Netherlands football supporters.

That was the start of a tradition. Today, as I looked at the calendar, I realized that this year will be the ninth anniversary of Orange day. Who would have thought we’d make it so far.

In nine years, some of us got married and some of us even had babies. Orange day now is a big family tradition, with new members and old. With baby members who come dressed up in orange hair bands, sneakers and the cutest orange clothes. It makes me wonder, who knows…maybe these little ones might just carry the tradition forward and there will reach a time when Orange day will have a 100^th year celebration.

For all these years, we made sure to meet on or around the 1^st of June, in orange attire. Some of our founder members, who moved on to other countries, took the tradition along with them and started it in their new homes. And Orange day spread to London, Hyderabad, Mumbai and Bangalore.

For me Orange day is a day of creativity, silliness, fun, friendship, unity and celebration without a reason. Any idea that brings people together in happiness is a good idea, whether it is to support orange trees or the Netherlands football team or for absolutely no reason at all.

Orange day makes me happy, makes me reminisce and makes me grateful for a bunch of friends with the same amount of zest to make a silly idea come to life.

Cheers to all who have at some point been a part of the Orange Day celebrations.

Wishing you a Happy 9^th Orange day in advance. 

Lets talk Love

Lets talk Love

(inspired by real & never ending conversations about love, with my dear friend) 

ME:    Love is all that there is...

HIM:   It's an illusion, that's what it is.

ME:    Love is what heals.

HIM:   From reality, your eyes it seals.

ME:    Open your heart and feel!!

HIM:   Heart is just an organ pumping blood; Please get real! 

ME:    Then why is it, that when I see him, my heart beats so fast!

HIM:   Don't worry, it's only in the start. It won't last.

ME:    When he holds me, I want to stay in his arms forever.

HIM:   In some time, forever will change to never.

ME:    All that happens in the day, with him I want to share.

HIM:   I'm sure the man doesn't care.

ME:    I can listen to him talk for hours non-stop

HIM:   You mean, while with his credit cards you shop?

ME:    I think he is my soul mate.

HIM:   You need a doctor to check your mental state.

ME:    You will never understand what I mean.

HIM:   I only believe what I have seen.

ME:    Oh! I hope that Love finds you quickly, my dear friend.

HIM:   Is that a curse that you send?

ME:    It's a prayer; that you fall in love soon some day.

HIM:   I think I prefer staying this way.

ME:    Let's wait and see what your fate has in store.

HIM:   So love will find me? Why are you so sure?

ME:    B'coz Love is all that there is.

HIM:   Again I say this; it's an illusion. That's all that it is.

2 States (Movie Review)

I finally watched 2 states and I enjoyed it a lot more than expected. The characters were potrayed so beautifully and even though I heard so much praise for bhatt, I thought Kapoor was outstanding! 

Yes stereotypes are not always a reality. But this movie of stereotypes has taught me a little. 

1) My (earlier) idea of Punjabis – Fun, full of love, live life king size, party hard, beautiful poetic language. Basically I was always fascinated by them and really loved them. Stereotypical Punjabis (movie version) – Loud mouths, alcoholics, lack of respect for women, families the size of a village, extravagant weddings, materialistic love, foodies, men treated like gods, with ‘market value’ price as dowry. (Hilarious!!) No love lost for you Punjabis… Well, maybe a little…

2) My (earlier) idea of Tamilians – Loud and rude, extremely proud, and a very rough sounding language that always made me wonder if everyone just argued with each other. Stereotypical Tamilians (movie version)– Soft spoken, timid, such simplicity that can be misunderstood for poverty or being misers, cultured, educated, respectful, accepting, disciplined, boring people.  Oh and the language actually sounds sweet if spoken well. New found respect for you Tamilians!

3) Ego will fuck you ultimately! Choose love over ego. 

4) Broken relationships with family (n by family I mean your parents/siblings not the village) can be mended. If you drop the ego, you will notice the love!

5) A parent can be wrong, a son can raise his hand on his father, and a father can apologize n fix it. No one becomes small with an apology. And no one goes to hell for a mistake. 

6) Make a boy go the distance for you. If he loves you, he will. You are worth it.

7) If a boy goes the distance for you, don’t lose him. :)  

8) Women should start respecting women before they demand it from the men. Seriously? You still pay a boy to wed you? 

9) Men are treated like Gods even though they behave more like dogs. I still don’t get that. Maybe that has something to do with the rapes?? Correct me if I’m wrong please. 

10) Differences can be beautiful, that’s the most attractive bit in India. So much to see, learn and experience in just one country. 

11) Life is so simple if we get rid of all the labels we have put on for society. Religious labels, cultural labels, class labels. The list is never ending.

12) Stereotypical stories can be good lessons…sometimes.

If you are offended by this, it’s your ego, and your labels that you need to work on. I meant absolutely no offense to any culture. This is just an honest opinion of a viewer, who is an outsider, and is in love with a Punjabi Tamilian boy. :)

Cheers!