Yikes! I'm going to start a blog (oh yea, big deal)!!!. Some of my friends had asked me to start a blog ... I was like "who, me?, no way!" because it sprang to my head that I wasn't good at the tidings of current affairs in order to pen my thoughts on writing about serious issues. But it again gave flip-flop thoughts of me being one of the human beings who are given the right to speech and exist because of thinking and apart from that, thankfully, the blog aint monopolised for writing only serious stuff... I'm happy that it does accommodate and entertain frivolous content too for people like me. Gee!.
So I’ve decided to take this as my platform for unleashing my extraordinarily grotesque thoughts, outlook, experiences about me & around me, and who knows, one day I will be notoriously even heralded as the epitome of ludicrous cerebration (well, I wouldn’t care a hoot at all!!!.) I had the habit of writing diaries right from my childhood , but I’d pitifully put an end to it when the truth hit on me that my kinfolks were peeping into my whacky barmy personal accounts, ahem!. Deep down inside, I always wanted to start a blog because I articulate my thoughts more effectively through writing than speaking. But in spite of the heaps of time I was endowed with, there was no time at all for me to come up with enough ideas and content for blogging. (yea, ironic, thanks to Orkut and YouTube) ... eeeh and this figuring out contents for blogging sprang up during my so close to exam days ... (whoa, great timing, and kudos goes to my indisciplined brain) taking away my engrossment from studies, my head was this storehouse of contents, ideas, and thoughts struggling to be unleashed through blogging (so was going through the ideas-overload-phase, whoa).
Well, talking about me, just as everyone categorises themselves as unique, I am also one of those queer fish whose thoughts and perceptions can sometimes furnish you with mental digestion or indigestion. Let me take this opportunity to acquaint myself with you people. My name is Shanat Peters, born on March 8th, 1987... … I guess you know the peculiarity of this day It's International Women’s Day... and I'm happy to have been born on this day... Well, when I was young, say at 14, or 15 years old, I used to hate being a girl... I had this reigning tomboyish attitude in me. (Used to feel that women were spiteful, gossipy, green eyed passive creatures worthy of not being confided in) Anyway, the passing of years has contributed to my change in thoughts. , started realising the worthiness of being a woman who is the storehouse of love, sacrifice, kindness, patience ( the reason why God entrusted women with giving birth to life)... Well, I've always felt that women are gentle and kind people compared to men... Take instances from childhood... Girls play with dolls, boys with vehicle toys... Boys are notorious for throwing stones at dogs, cats, and whatever else passes their way. They also find colossal delight in crushing poor insects under their feet to kill them... … how considerably cruel!!!(Yea, I'm surely going to have the immense pleasure of receiving a deluge of criticism soon).
Anyway,born on March 8th, has made me furnished with the typical attributes of a Piscean. I believe in horoscopes to a great degree because, astonishingly, my zodiac sign has pointed out almost all the odd, ,weird qualities that are in me too.
Anyway,born on March 8th, has made me furnished with the typical attributes of a Piscean. I believe in horoscopes to a great degree because, astonishingly, my zodiac sign has pointed out almost all the odd, ,weird qualities that are in me too.
*Affectionate
* Shy and reserved (supplies in me a tinge of anthrophobia)
* Secretive
* Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic
* Love peace and serenity
* Sensitive to others
* Find happiness helping others
* Not easily angered (now my patience is going sorta close 2 extinction)
* Trustworthy
* Appreciative and returns kindness
* Observant and assess others
* Revengeful (which can b attributed innocuous)
* Love to dream and fantasize (buildin castles in the air,the typical me)
* Love traveling
* Love attention (among friends only)
* Love home decors
* Musically talented
* Love special things (o yea treasures em too ... !!!)
* Moody
Positive Traits
• Imaginative and sensitive
• Compassionate and kind
• Selfless and unworldly
• Intuitive and sympathetic
Negative Traits
• Escapist and idealistic
• Secretive and vague
• Weak-willed and easily led
People always say that I live in an ivory tower, because for me, reality always seems to be far away. Some people even find this fairyland attitude highly nettlesome (don’t blame me, it's in my sun sign, eeeh). I'm comfortable with both solitude and company, and when it comes to facing people, it has always been a herculean task for me. I've always wished for some hoodoo to make me vanish when I'm alone among strangers or crowds.But I should say I've, to a great extent, been successful enough to get rid of my senseless fear, thanks to the exposure I'm getting at my college. I'm a night birdie, so I love the night (serenity & breeze), beaches (especially at night), & always have wished I were a guy in order to go to the beach and be there as long as I want, but dammit, because of guys, I can't grrr!.
Ahem ,people could easily lead me into doing what they wanted me to do because I used to blindly believe people and had a hard time saying "no" to them even when the situation demanded it, which in turn made them exert less effort to make me fall prey to fulfil their ulterior motives, but thankfully life has taught me the lesson, "except your kinfolks, trust no one, even if it's your best friend for years," which eventually made me change the way I was before. past situations or experiences can be hellishly excruciating, but be thankful for it and for the person who has given you that predicament, because it helps you armour yourself for the future torrent f turmoil which is in store for you.
Bottoml9: I aint that old nincompoop anymore,mmm!!!.
I am a human being, and to err is human... I do commit umpteen bad deeds, but I always make an effort to be sincere in whatever I'm doing. Also, see that I don’t cheat or hurt people purposefully because I believe in ‘what you sow, so shall you reap’ adage. I believe that when you take an exam, you should see to it that you write only what you know, rather than seeking assistance or engaging in malpractice to get marks. When you are sincere in what you are doing, there is this inexplicable bliss (sometimes this quaint bliss can be categorised as gloating too, very bad of me , eeeeh!!!). You will be satisfied when you get your results, even if it happens to be less compared to others, because you will realise that the result you got was all the pain and effort you put into it, which you solely deserve, unlike others who derived good marks by seeking others' help. So you should feel really happy and proud of yourself at that moment. So I believe in the virtue of honesty, because it will never abandon you in the long run, even if you face a lot of difficulties in the beginning.
I should say I'm a hell of a lot thankful to the guy above for not being born in a malechauvinist country like Iran, Iraq, Pakistan, or Japan. It is gruesomely arduous for me to even feed upon the thought of those places as my motherland (to hell with those people who senselessly attribute paramountcy to men, treating women as tantamount to slaves or as baby-making devices,grrrrr!!!.)..
I don’t buy ’follow the tide’ attitude. Just because others are doing certain things, I don’t find it necessary to follow them to elude the fear of rejection or insult. As long as I believe in what I'm doing or saying, even if it sounds grotesquely senseless to others, it wouldn’t barricade me from doing it, because otherwise I aint what I am, losing the individuality of my own.
I am that kind of person who aint really that religious (ahem,I aint an anti-Christ either) rather spiritual. For me, karma is my religion, I love the principles of Buddhism: peace & nonviolence (hope I aint sounding like a pseudo pious automation). Don’t misconstrue me as goodie person either, because I'm a normal homosapien with more than proportionately bad attributes compared to good ones. It's just that it makes no sense to me when people go to church and pray for hours when they don't even have a tinge of humanity or goodness inside, which is all that matters in a religion, because religion was designed to shape people to goodness rather than engage them in malice.I’d strongly hold onto peace if asked to choose between violence and peace, and it always gives me mental indigestion about the lot of obdurate things happening all over the world. How can people be so callous as to murder their fellow humans in the name of religion, caste, race, nation, or color?It’s a pity that, in spite of the passing of years and good education, people are senselessly narrow-minded, giving emphasis to ‘’I’ alone, behaving like rotten barbarians who are sanguinary, killing each other for senseless and silly things. This makes me disinterested in politics as well, because the majority of political figures are corrupted with no scruple of conscience, carrying out things for ulterior mercenary purposes. So this world has bad people surpassing good people, making it survival of the sickest to survival of the nicest, but the fact remains that eventually the nicest will outlive for eternity compared to the sickest.
I love animals (orangutans, dogs, elephants, dolphins, koalas) (the idea of getting an orangutan to hug has always delighted me for eternity). I'm demi-vegan; I do consume eggs , sea food like mussels, prawns (sight of blood of animals accrues instability in me ). I have not eaten the flesh of large animals since I was 7 years old (I am aware of the tremendous efforts that my mother has made since then to be half vegetarian, and I have been storing heartfelt gratitude for her since then)... happened to see how my father took away the life of a hen when I was 7 years old... very heinous to see how it trembled to death...I'm not sure how people can still eat the flesh of these poor creatures... we can tolerate pain, even from the prick of a safety pin, so imagine the hell of pain they are inflicting on us... also, living things that can sense pain in the same way we do... The way cattle are accommodated, transported is always characterised by cruelty, no matter what rules are implemented. It is beyond our level of imagination if we happen to hear the kind of atrocious deeds engaged by humans for their mercenary affairs. The sight of the flesh of animals killed and hung smeared with blood for sale is very appalling to witness. I don’t know why on earth I always sound extremely ridiculous to my people when I make an effort not to kill them, be it a mosquito, ant, cockroach, spider, etc. any living thing. Lately, even consuming eggs and prawns has started giving me 2nd thoughts... I hope I wouldn’t end up overburdening my mom. Everyone should be endowed with at least a tinge of humaneness, so even just for the sake of fun, don’t hurt or harm poor creatures who can't even voice their suffering, unlike us.
The most revoltingly peevish thing I experience almost daily is the way people’s mouths gape at seeing me from head to toe (ahem, don’t misconceive that gaping due to the comeliness factor). It's rather because of the acme of unparalleled slenderness. Even though I would be left with the colossal propensity of (squeezing the core out of them and sticking them on the wall as wallpaper, which is pitifully aint practically possible right now, grrr) asking them ‘haven’t you people seen a human being ?’ but I wouldn’t dare to because if they retort by saying they haven’t seen a close to alien like skeletal frame all their life, I would be bereft of any tit for tat reply, damn my extreme boniness, boo ,but I swear someday I’d go real fleshy enough that people wouldn’t be able to even recognise me, geez, good lord be kind enough!.
It has always fed my curiosity regarding the kind of aesthetic appeal that one can derive from wearing a dark nail color, ew (especially that disgusting red, maroon, yuck! ), but if you’ve got the objective of achieving hooker hands, then I’d say ‘mission accomplished’, ewww). The sight of red nails pisses me off for eternity, making me lose my world of serenity. It turns me off to a great extent that I even start feeling solidly tetchy about the person who has resorted to that gaudy nail colour sometimes, because it supplies me an abysmal ill feeling.
About dressing, im solidly obsessed with short sleeves,(say 2 inches from shoulder )& ahem those outfits which are more than proportionate to my body sucks me unlimited (that doesnt mean body-hugging outfits either).before pink was my favorite color now its been replaced by olive green (whoa, just luv the color 2 the core).hate the shades of orange be it dark orange or peach color (exceptions are there if the orange is sorta not too dark and not too light,which is appealing 2 d eyes.i always get dumbstruck seeing d dress sense of some people who mostly take resort to orange color outfits which gives an overall tawdry effect making me end up wondering whether their visual modality is clouded. though i don’t wear short skirts, shorts (my heartfelt gratitude goes 2 the prevalent senseless hidebound society, but thankfully I enjoy the exclusive privilege of wearing it at home atleast,whew).well, i carry sorta this modern attitude 2wards dressing cz i don’t concede 2 the vulgarity element in wearing a short skirt (not micro mini) or spaghetti as long as u wear it more properly bringing in the element of cuteness rather than vulgarity,but hell, not ultra modern ,flaunting ur body through bikini. i believe every outfit has its own merits n defects, I don’t ever go with those people who attribute sari as the epitome of decent dressing, pooh! im dead sure that everyone would have gone thru a dramatic situation where dey felt lightning struck their eyes seeing some women's disgustful wearing of sari, supplying them sorta close 2 whore look. so i always have this umpteen times of dust-ups with my mom about the degree of decency in every outfit,2 which she would never agree,ahem!.when i was in my 10 std i had lota issues from the damn society making a mountain outa a molehill 4 my wearing of knee-length skirts which was hardly 1 inch above my knee (grrr! i wonder these ppl aint got any other things 2 do rather than engaging in scrutiny 4 senseless criticism, well all they good to the hilt are being 'goose egg nil-pickers' ) . so should admit myself being the hyperactive apostle in carrying out arguments with whom ever who tags sari as the decent outfit, inturn looking short skirts & stuffs with contempt(i remember when i was in 10th std my friends (specially Remya) teasing me 2 to definitely invite them 2 my wedding 4 relishing an exquisite feast to their eyes thru my wearing of shorts, tshirts & sneakers instead of the ordinary gown or sari. so anyways ive this adamant desire of suppressing my anguish thru wearing shorts or short skirts & coming down to my place & giving them tit for tat reply or if needed even onslaught vitriolic verbal attack when someone grumbles seeing me in the outfit.
Though I go for modern kinds of dressing, ,I carry moss-grown ideas about life and can't go by the mindset of those new generation techies (not stereotyping everyone, because obviously exceptions are there !!!)who are devoid of even a tad degree of scruple of conscience in declaring promiscuity as the normal way of life by getting into a relationship just for a while and moving on to some other guy, sleeping with that individual without even a sense of commitment in mind..
I'm a human being, noone can be happy for eternity. There are many things that take my sleep away, haunt and wound my soul, ending up asking the guy above ... why?. The existence of adversity or sorrow is essential for one to realise the value of happiness. But just think,our pain, worries are nothing compared to the children who are homeless, who are threatened to beg to fulfil others' wants, who pray to get their stomach filled since the days of deprivation from food for many days. I always wonder about the safety of little girls, women on the street. How hideous their lives are, when they are molested mentally and physically, and when they have no one to go to for refuge. So compared to those people, I feel the luckiest and I thank the guy above for whatever he has given me and the people around me. So be happy with what you have. And when you feel like you are lacking something, look below you, because there are people who are not even able to fulfil their primary needs. Think of those children who are given purposeful impairments to get more money from begging (think of the scene in Slumdog Millionaire where a small boy's eyes are taken away by pouring some acid). These kinds of situations are happening around us, though we won't be aware of them, ending up making you wonder how people can be so heartless in being cruel to fellow beings for their ulterior motives. It is often distressing to see these people who are very unfortunate in life , who for even their one day meal have to beg in front of a million people to get their stomach filled, even when it is only a dollop, when we are here wasting a lot of food and money without giving a tad of value. We should therefore make efforts to lend our assistance to them, instead of using our money to savour cornetto, pizza when there are people who haven’t eaten food for days.
I really hate those kinds of people who make a lot of ado about just hearing only English songs, or like knowing only English to speak when their mother tongue is Malayalam, or those people who, in spite of living in Kerala, don't make an effort to learn Malayalam. Well, I believe that everyone has the duty to make an effort to learn it rather than ostentatiously disowning their mother tongue ... Now some people who know me would attack me, asking why my 1st preference is always singing English to Malayalam. To start with, I'm not really good at singing. Second point I've always felt that people who are really good at singing can confidently go for Malayalam songs because they have got a lot of subtle twists and these small things make a difference in malayalam songs, where as engligh songs are sort of more straight compared to mal(I might be sounding grossly stupid, but thats what I feel about eng & mal songs).I love music. I don't categorise my preferences into one genre ... except too much rock. I love clinging to English, Hindi, Tamil, and Malayalam. I used to have a lack of cerebral capacity to realise the greatness of Malayalam songs, especially 80's-90's because I was greatly drawn to English songs only (claiming and valuing them as the epitome of music, duh!). Then my parents used to declare that one day, when I grow up, I'll realise the ethereal value of Malayalam songs. I used to find their words silly, giving me mental indigestion. But now they have proved me wrong to the core . Folks, I guarantee inexplicable eternal elation you will be furnished with once u tune in2 the songs. Listening to songs at night, switching off the lights and drawing complete darkness has always supplied me with elusive peace and bliss. Apart from hearing the song and driving to cloud 9, the sheer ecstasy one derives from singing a song, even though they aren't maestros, but still sounding sort of close to the real version, is inexpressible. I always wonder regarding the acme of bliss the great singers experience out of their endowment in singing, lucky them!..
Yippee! Guess I've turned out marvellously successful in my mission of driving you people nuts. Well, kudos to myself.I will see you guys with more of my trademark grotesque thoughts and ideas... take care!.
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