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On Diwali: Glorious, Magical, Bittersweet

The author has delved into two topics that I dare not even start to talk about. Religion and home. An inspiring and mesmerizing read.

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It’s Diwali, and with that comes so much light and love and happiness for me as a Hindu. I continually learn about elements of my faith with each passing holiday, so I always have a hard time explaining Diwali to other people, but the most beautiful thing for me about Hinduism is that I feel it deep in my soul. I understand it there first, and then in my head. That doesn’t always sit well with others, but its what makes Hinduism mine. It’s why I am Hindu and not Jain or Sikh or Muslim or Jewish or anything else. I am inherently Hindu, deep through my core, and it bursts out of me in the most glorious ways. I am a human representation of the physical aspect of Diwali.

I am drawn, like that cliche moth to its mother…

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Cheshire

 

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.”
“I don’t much care where –”
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.”

-A conversation between Alice and the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland

I wish I had been the one to have this conversation. I’m afraid it might have gone differently though.

“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
“That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.”
“I don’t much care where –”
“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.”

“No, wait. It actually does matter. I wanna go to that castle on top of the hill. I think I wanna rule this kingdom. I have always wanted to be a queen.”

“Well, in that case, you have to take that road to your left.”

“Right. Thanks… Uhm, no. Look at that beautiful beach with the sea glistening, winking at me. I have always liked the water. Oh, and I could already imagine the feel of the sand under my feet.”

“Through the forest behind me you first have to go.”

“Yey! Thanks so much… But wait, if I wanna go to the beach and have fun there, don’t I first have to go home and finish my homework? It’s been lying on my desk for ages. So… which way is my house?”

“From right where you came from, don’t you think?’

Nervous laugh. “Right. Sorry for the trouble. I’ll be off then. See you later.”

A second later…

“Cat? Cat? Caaat? I need your head right now… Or at least your mouth so you can talk to me… About that ‘It doesn’t matter which way I go”, I think I wanna try it out. So, uhm, where should I go?… Right, it doesn’t matter… Hm, but you see, that doesn’t make much sense. What if I…”

“Boo!”

“Ah!!!”

I fall off a cliff and die.

 

 

 

Am I Blue? by Alice Walker

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Summary

In Am I Blue?, the author tells the story of her encounters with a horse named Blue and of its profound effect on her. The piece tells of the emotions that she has observed occurring in the horse, from boredom — with being alone all the time— to contentment —at finding a partner— and to hatred —for having the said partner taken away. The author points out how all these transpired due to man’s total disregard for animal suffering, much the same way man disregards his own fellow’s suffering.

Memorable Passage

“…white children, who were raised by black people, who knew their first all-accepting love from black women, and then, when they were twelve or so,… “forget”

I have often wondered about this. How can you possibly think of people who have raised you and loved you as mere tools afterwards? How do you forget? It’s not really the memories in their heads that seem to have been lost but the ones in their hearts. You don’t forget love. I don’t know how that can ever be possible.

“…animals try to tell us…“Everything you do to us will happen to you; we are your teachers, as you are ours. We are one lesson.”

I find this line awfully beautiful. I have always believed in the idea that a part of us resides in everybody and everything. That we share but one soul, and in the end we’re all just one whole entity. I believe this about nature, the trees, the flowers, the sky. But never have I thought about it with regards to animals. What pain we inflict on them, what joy we share with them will be a reflection of the same pain and joy that we make people around us feel.

Writer’s Point

At first look, two main points may be gotten from the essay. One obviously points out the author’s compassion for animals and her disappointment with man’s ignorance towards animal needs. The other idea that would be observed is how she used Blue’s situation as a symbolism for the evolving forms of discrimination in our society. But with deeper appreciation for the piece comes the realization that these two points are not and could not be separated from each other. The author throws light at the culture of discrimination in general. As in the passage I chose earlier, the author believes that we are one lesson. We are one. We cannot use or abuse people the same way we cannot do it to animals. We are one. Whatever it is you feel you deserve, whether it be love or respect or joy, every human and every animal deserves too.

How the Piece Might be Useful To My Writing

I am still starting to figure out the style I am comfortable in when writing. There was one time not very long ago, when I decided that I wanna be a dirty realist. I dried that out, I mean I tried that out. It was interesting but I figured I liked using more words. In Am I Blue?, I found some sentences that are too long but also some that are deliciously long. Not anywhere in the essay did I spot a pretentious tone. I like that. I strive for that.

Reason for Enjoying

I enjoyed the piece very much. The topics that the author delved into are ones that I have not directly tackled before. I thought because of this disconnect, I would not be pulled into the narrative. But I was. For the most part, the author’s approach was romantic and yet straight to the point. No part of it caused me boredom or disinterest. I was genuinely excited about what happens both to Blue and the essay itself.

 

 

An Open Letter to Jennifer Lawrence (from a concerned fellow 23-year-old)

Sass & Balderdash

Dear Jen,

Do you mind if I call you Jen? You’re so candid in all of your interviews that calling you Jennifer feels too formal, but I can’t use the name Jenny without thinking of “Jenny from the Block” (thanks a lot J.Lo). If you want my honest opinion, I think Jenna is probably the moniker that suits you the best, but that’s kind of a niche nickname, so I’m sticking with Jen. I guess it really doesn’t matter, because this letter has nothing to do with your name or what you like to be called, but I was hoping to capture your attention so you would really hear what I’m about to say to you:

It is not normal for a 23-year-old woman to fall down so much.

As a fellow 23-year-old, albeit one who has not won an Oscar or the hearts of countless devoted fans, I speak from…

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Becky says things about … reasons to be cheerful

Just when I thought only the depressing blogs are the good ones…

BECKY SAYS THINGS

Oh, brave Listener. We’ve all had a bit of a rough time recently.

There are several reasons why we are all feeling a bit peeved, irked, and somewhat vexed:

1) It is February. February is an obnoxiously depressing month, it knows it, and it doesn’t care. February is insufferable.

2) We are still paying off our Christmas credit card bills. This is intolerable.

3) Our New Year’s resolution diet and exercise regimes have failed miserably and we are eating more doughnuts, peanut butter, and full fat milk than ever before to cope with the depression of February and Christmas credit card bills.

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4) The couples amongst us have had a relationship-busting argument on Valentine’s Day, and the singletons amongst us have just been reminded that they are SINGLE and ALONE and destined to remain that way for the rest of their sorry lives.

5) There is nothing to look forward…

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What’s the big deal about mocking someone’s accent?

Enlightening

so long as it's words

As a society, we’re getting better at not being dicks to each other. It’s a slow progression, but some hurdles have been royally leapt: women can vote, homosexual couples can adopt, and ethnic minorities legally have access to the same goods and services as everybody else. Of course, we still deal with individual douche-canoes mouthing off at people because of their sexuality, gender identity, race, ability, age, body shape or a million other things; institutionalised prejudice hasn’t been eradicated; and prejudice is still enacted on a micro-level, often not from a malicious footing, but as the product of a society still breaking free of intolerant belief systems (that blasted patriarchy!). I’ve painted a cheery picture there, haven’t I? … but in general, while things are by no stretch of the imagination fixed, in most ways they’re getting better, and we’re a lot sounder to each other than we used to…

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Revisiting Zoe: Exploring the Effects of a White Literary Tradition

Manila is my blue eyes.

The Stripes

literary

When I was a child, I wanted to be a writer.

My reasons were not heroic. I did not initially see writing as a way for me to think about my role as an African immigrant in America. As a child, I did not fully understand how the lack of black heroes and heroines in the books I read affected my writing and my self-worth. For me, writing served was just a fun outlet.

Since I was never one to write about a princess and her prince, my early pieces dealt with “real kids” and their “real problems.” The main character of my first story—written at the tender age of 12—was Zoe, a blonde white female with blue eyes. Her life problems revolved around issues with the boy next door and her best friend—a classic love triangle. Looking back now, these “dramatic” problems were anything but.

As I grew, my…

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