Today is a day of mourning

Do not forget 16 Dec 2014, and the 132 children who lost their lives to extremism and terrorists today.


On Changing

One of the things I see happen to adults is that, with age, they become more stagnant – so completely and utterly set in their ways that anything different or new isn’t just disliked, it is considered an encroachment on their respectability or something.

Which, I guess, is understandable in a way. Considering that with age comes experience, and that the percentage of successes increases over time, and that we have a tendency to both remember other people’s failures and assume their losses were far greater, I’m sure they feel wiser than us young ‘uns running around making mistakes all over the place.

What I don’t understand is people under 35 being so stubborn about their personalities. Yeah, I know that we should love ourselves and not allow society to change us, but that doesn’t apply to every aspect of you. In the same way that everything we are taught is the norm actually isn’t (commonly held religious views, gender binary and roles, etc), not everything that goes against the norm is revolutionary (some less common religious views, liberalism, kinks, etc).

All I’m saying is, people should be more open to change, you know? Use their heads to assess instead of having a “What people say” kind of mentality. Mainly when their views support the dominant paradigms, but also sometimes when their views have changed.

Be always like the sea that shifts, not the shore that opposes it.


As anybody who has had to spend any amount of time in America knows, learning English isn’t a luxury there – it’s a necessity. And not just broken English either; if you truly wish to be taken seriously and escape ridicule, you have to know it better than the “real” (read: white) Americans.

That is why, even though English is not my mother tongue, it is the language I am more skilled in, as I spent 7 years forgetting the little Urdu I knew in order to cram as much Angreezi as I could into my tiny skull.

And thus, being an average child with limited potential for language, I am more familiar with English literature than with Urdu literature. Even then, I am falling behind in my reading: for example, I have yet to read many classics and have barely finished a book this month. But there are some phrases and events that are so integrated in online culture that everyone knows of them: Darth Vader is Luke’s father, Internet Explorer is an old people browser, Rick Rolling, that Sylvia Plath quote, and so on.

As the more interactive reader has probably figured out by now, it is the latter that I have recently been thinking about lately. Coming from a relatively well-off family, with the only “obstacles” in my way to “success” being my gender identity, physical limitations and mental illnesses, the thoughts of a white woman in college very much resemble my own.

But the particular case I am talking about is the branching that occurs in one’s career – the Fig Tree of Specialization. With an ever-increasing amount of jobs requiring niche knowledge, it is up to us, the tiny chicks just coming out of our eggs into this harsh world of professionalism, to decide which ship we will sail on (analogies are hard).

So if we have the proper guidance and understanding and luck, then maybe we will turn out to be hawks – the alpha predators of the sky, top of the food chain, whom all look up to. But if we choose wrong, we might end up the useless one-legged ducks – or worse, the fish (the Ship of Bad Analogies is the one I will go down in).

It’s just a lot of pressure on kids who are already struggling, is all I’m trying to say. Maybe if companies lightened up on their expectations and people toned down on their judging and social competition (“Oh, he only got 90%? My son got 95%.) then newbies could get a break, live a life with less stress.

But who am I kidding? The world is capitalist and capitalism is hell.