Flower Children / Hippies

That’s what the world calls them, but all they wanted was, peace, love and freedom (yes it is true that the governments have snatched away most of the beauty the world and life has to offer, but I’m too lazy to figure out my own model of how the world is ever gonna survive without em so called governments).

Hippies (or the free spirits as I’d like to call them) have been accused of borrowing the (so-called) lifestyle they live, mode of expression and fashion from the Bohemians who just like the hippies

- Left their middle-class lives to live with others who shared the same beliefs
- Felt the need to rebel against authority
- Felt a certain lack of purpose in their lives
- Expressed their disapproval of authority by wearing distinct clothing

Just as Bohemians used art and writing, hippies used their distinct music to rebel against authority and define a whole generation; I guess most of em turned towards cultivation and self-sufficiency (which sure is a good thing).

Most who left for this kind of a lifestyle in the 1960s and the 70s were known to be college dropouts, people with mental problems, people with inherited and saved money, people who were educated, but lost, people who were trying to escape the war in Vietnam and people who didn’t fit in to any sort of accepted structure in the society.

The Neo-hippies or the so-called New Agers of the 21st century are people who (claim to) believe in the hippie philosophy (may be not entirely, coz they seem to be quite happily plugged in to all the luxury one could afford and enjoy the fast paced life, whilst taking into consideration only the rebelliousness and the fashion trends from the beautiful free culture).

I was always in awe about em ‘Flower Children’ and the 60s liberating culture. I still can’t seem to figure out the connection between the 'free culture' and free sex, drugs, booze, rock n’ roll, nudism, extreme-feminism etc. May be they were just sub-cultures and traits which eventually emerged from the main philosophy of free and simple existence (me presume).

Getting straight to the point, there’s plenty good, one can derive from this whole ‘Flower Children’/’Hippie’ saga. It ain’t about the fashion trends they followed, the music they listened to or the unethical activities they got involved in, but the motive of getting life to pivot around the two main virtues one will ever need, to carry on existing happily and contentedly, LOVE and PEACE (Love and Peace eventually makes way for freedom).

I may be wrong, but I believe it is this free culture that was spoken about in the ‘New Testament’. Em free sprits were looked down upon for rejecting the luxuries of life, but how can love and peace fully function, when, greed for luxury, discontentment and avarice exist.

Hope the world soon sees the beauty of wearing flowers in their hair than wearing weapons around their flesh.

Say Adios to ‘Hissbullah Gullah’

It’s past 2 a.m her heart is very scratched with teary eyes and a snot filled nose. No he ain’t a bad soul, in fact he is something very precious, but may be it wasn’t God’s will (or just wasn’t his will). May be she was wrong to open her heart, yeah…...so they say, “never give your heart to a stranger”. May be she’d never do so ever again.

At least she knows she is human after all to feel for real, with all honesty, wanting and needing and then feeling that hurt, those tears and the loss. It wasn’t infatuation, may be it’s easier to stick to infatuation, dreams and illusions, than make love to real life and watch your heart be set on fire.

Waiting

All I have been doing is waiting for the last one year. I waited six months to close the business, then another six months to shift to the new house, arrrgh….now it’s been three months since I received the appointment letter and the visa, but gotta wait another month till I leave. Is it just me or is this just the way things usually happen? It’s just hilarious, coz most of my friends who didn’t get to catch up with me seem to be overjoyed, my parents are already preparing the schedule for slave driving their lil piggy wiggy, take the dogs for vaccination, finish a few deals I started, more visiting to do, more driving to do…hmmm…my grams seem to be over the moon and so are the geckos and bugs that keep me company at night. All their prayers being answered while all I gotta do is count my wonky fingers and wait. Wait, wait and wait, wait for the night, wait for the sun, wait for calls, wait for short messages, wait for the perfect man, and now that I’ve found him, wait to catch up with him, wait to see where it all leads, waiting, waiting and yet more waiting. All this waiting is slowly driving me insane, robbing my peace and draining my smiles.

I am definitely not too pleased with the creator upstairs. He got me to pack up five months before shifting house, sure he had his reasons, but people around thought I was crazy. He got me to pack up my luggage and get ready a month back, this time(that’s two months in all), even though I know he has his reasons, people around me, including my parents think I’ve lost it. Today one of my friends dutifully gives a massive lecture as to why I should stop believing in God. Why oh why does the faith of this rebel be everybody’s scrutiny?

But, my situation is far better than a newly conceived woman who has to wait for nine whole month, a prisoner waiting for his life sentence to end or a cancer patient waiting to die. Therefore, what more could I possibly do, other than thank God for the huge doze of hope I’m blessed with and all the other blessings he has showered me with. It’s his business to still my heart while I wait, and not mine !

Note : The above was written by a long faced, scowling brat. She doesn’t like to have a long face, no she doesn’t ! If you wanna see a positive post, wait till her face takes a positive shape, which may be after she boxes her anger off. Any volunteers ?!?

My Handsome Sheik (“,)

My mind is in such an exuberant state that I can’t even decide whether I like toothpaste to taste like ice cream or ice ream to taste like “Signal Whitening” specifically.

I wake up and I’m high and am high till I hit the sack. I probably am high even in my sleep, coz the signs are there when I awake. I have no idea how it happened, but my heart is way deep down in the UAE though my feet are planted here. Completely smitten by a handsome sheik, ‘Hisbulla Gullah’. I knew my destiny was definitely not down here, but down in the UAE ?!? I’m amused ! A guy who cannot comprehend a ball of English, but Gibberish, boy am I in for quite an adventure or what? (“,)

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
(E.E. Cummings)

No, the above quote ain’t my ticket of excuse for madness, but words so true. More about my ‘Gullah’ in the future.

Note : No one said this post was cryptic [dirty smirk :]