The Plight Of Our Generation

Why is it that we believe that everyone is interested in our lives? We live in this state of hyperactivity on social media, updating every second of our day, somehow believing that people must be so fascinated by us and our 'happening' lives. When did we become so narcissistic? Why did we become so narcissistic?
When I bought a Moto E, everyone was shocked because, how in the world can I live without a front camera? How can I survive without taking a selfie? Nobody really cares, we're all too caught up with our own lives to focus on someone else's visit to Starbucks or whatever the latest cool place is. For that matter, why do I think people should read my blog? I'm not saying anything revolutionary or game changing. I'm just a young girl, not even a dot on the world map. Who cares what I say? How can I be so presumptuous as to assume that anybody would want to read what I write?
Why should every meal begin with a photo taken on Snapchat? Why should a photo session take place every time you meet a friend instead of actually having a conversation? Why? We've forgotten what it is to converse. When was the last time you had a meaningful conversation with a friend that didn't consist of what's up's and Ks? I'm equally guilty. I do it too.
Why can't we put our phones down? Why can't we stop making those goddamn duck faces? Frankly, I just find those disturbing. Why can't we stop adding filters to our pictures trying to make ourselves look beautiful in pictures? You don't look like yourself after a point, you know that? And you aren't fooling anyone. Why has taking selfies become a necessity? Why can't we just be? Live in the moment and not ruin it by saying, "let's take a selfie". Don't let it pass you by. Learn to be content. Learn to be happy. And then you won't feel the need to show it the world. Your smile will speak for itself.

Making A Choice

I've always found it incredibly difficult to make a choice when it counts. I'm scared. I'm so scared I'll make the wrong decision. I find myself wishing I was one of those people who have their lives planned out for themselves.
Its easy to fall into a rut. Believing that life will work out somehow. But that never really is the case is it? You go through your entire school life being told that you need good marks to ensure a good future for yourself. Then you reach college and that's not enough. You need a plan. Not just a plan, you need a backup plan as well, in case the first one falls through. You need to think through the contingencies, make allowances for them. It never ends. Its times like these I wish I'd chosen a more standard path - a Chartered Accountant or an engineer. Why did I choose the arts, I ask myself. I could just as easily have gone into the B.Com or BBA streams. My path would have been pretty much set then. But I chose arts. Because, for once in my life I wanted to do something I enjoyed. The world was my oyster. Little did I know that the oyster has sharp teeth that are closing in on you slowly.
So how do you know if you're making the right decision? Can't there be a dress rehearsal? If only we were that lucky

Roman Holiday

As I sat at the dining table with my mom, I expressed my desire to watch a sweet, romantic film. My mom suggested 'Roman Holiday'. Even though I've watched it quite a few times, I can't help but love Audrey Hepburn and Gregory Peck. A princess who's getting her first taste of freedom in Rome, and a journalist who happens to come across her as he goes home and stands a chance to write the story of a lifetime.
But when my mom suggested we watch it, I said that I wished the ending was different. Every time I watched it, I prayed that the ending would be different. (Spoiler alert ahead)
She goes back to her duties. Even though she would love to run away with him, she decides to do the honourable thing by fulfilling her duty towards her country. And him? He doesn't publish the story at all. The first time I watched it, I was so upset that they didn't end up together and I thought to myself, "Can't she be with him and still carry out her duties?" If only life were that simple. My mother said that it was the perfect love story. They'd never ever see each other's faults. That one perfect day would forever remain with them. Fairy tales end when they do because that's when the real problems begin. This way, they'll be each other's biggest 'what-ifs'. Even though they haven't ridden off into the sunset, they have their memories. Memories of that first, perfect, pure love. And nothing and nobody can change the way they felt about each other at that moment.

Sure, if it was a Bollywood movie, it would have ended with them in each other's arms; otherwise, the audience might have killed the makers of the film. But by ending it in this manner, you're simultaneously left with moist eyes and a smile. Tears for the fact that they will never see each other again and a smile for the fact that the time that they spent together is something that no one can forget. Not them, not us. And after all, who doesn't love Audrey Hepburn? I, for one, would love to look like her. That gorgeous smile, those innocent eyes, that slender frame and her graceful movement. She's just lovely. Almost as if she was born to be a princess. And although I'll always associate Gregory Peck with Atticus Finch of 'To Kill A Mockingbird', he's incredibly charming and lovable as the journalist. And their love story? Its one for the ages.