Some Game of Thrones Learning

I don’t usually write things about Game of Thrones. No, that’s a lie. I do write about GoT stuff but they are usually very subtle references. This post isn’t dedicated to Game of Thrones specifically, it’s more like a learning from the TV show which I think is pretty important.

Oh, BTW, there could be spoilers. I don’t know, haven’t written the post yet. (Lame.)

(This is me from the future, I have now written the post. I can confirm that there are spoilers. This is lamer than the one above. 😦 )

So, first learning:-

  1. Giant people are good people. Reference – Hodor, Wun-Wun.
  2. People who play giants are more interesting. Reference – Ian Whyte who plays Wun-Wun.
Ian Whyte
HAWT. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3. Wars are the worst things humans can do. It is a big statement, yes. But after watching the ‘Battle of Bastards’ I cannot think of anything worse. And they called it a battle. So imagine actual wars. Imagine bodies piling up like that in a battlefield. Most of what we saw on TV was VFX and good acting, but these things actually happened in the world. People fought with life in return for what? Power? Authority? Land? Money? Food? Was it worth it?

And worse yet, people in that era had only spears and swords to fight with. Today countries own nuclear weapons, missiles and God-Knows-What-Shit. There is no out and out battle in a field, there is going to be airstrikes and bombings and nuclear attacks. If a war breaks out, it is not just the men in the warzone who’ll die. Everyone will. That thought keeps coming back to me, and I cannot deal with it.

4. Never make another person fight your war. Now this is deep. Jon Snow is one of my most beloved characters. Ramsay Bolton was not beloved, but he was a smart guy whose decisions I respect (He got whatever he wanted and went from a Bastard to a Lord. Didn’t end too well for him though, did it? ). It is very much expected from someone like Ramsay but for Jon Snow to lead his men into what he sort of believed to be a lost battle was a bit revolting to be very honest. I understand the whole “oh he has my brother and I must fight him till I die” thing, but Sansa was right, wasn’t she? We all knew Rickon was dead meat walking the minute he appeared on screen this season. Snow man, you be cute and all, but never let others fight your battle man.

And that is same for us who aren’t in the “winter is coming” era but don’t we all sometimes make others fight our tiny battles? I for one have issues when my friends talk to someone I do not like. I say it’s loyalty but it’s basically BS. If I am depressed I become this person who is capable of making everyone else around depressed. Not that it gives me any happiness, but I sometimes do it anyway. Same goes with when I am angry. I will make sure my anger is spread to others. Maybe not lead them into a war though.
Mental note to me – let people live their lives without much of your BS.

5. No matter what life brings to you, stay strong and you’ll one day get to smile. Reference – Sansa Stark.

This poor girl has been through absolute nightmares. But did you see that smile in the end?

 

Dat smile doe!!!!! 

I know these are all fictional characters and fictional stories. But thing is, they depict real life in a way or another. I am not saying that there are people in the world who are as horrible as Ramsay, but there are people who come close, very close. I am not saying that a battle as horrible as the Battle of Bastards is going to happen, but things much worse could happen. I am not saying there is a Hodor or a Wun Wun roaming among us, but people with hearts that big are surely around.

And for Sansa, her struggles are real. There are people who are abused and beaten down every day, but there are people who struggled out of that mess. People who held their head up high and that is a reality. So it’s not all blood, intestines and naked women, but it also is courage, love and honour.

And on that note, goodbye,

love,

me:)

 

Photo Courtesy – http://gameofthrones.wikia.com/wiki/Ian_Whytehttp://www.scottmanning.com/content/battle-of-the-bastards-is-straight-from-medieval-chronicles/http://observer.com/2016/06/game-of-thrones-recap-6×09-the-bastard-executioner/http://scoooops.com/p/14834-heres-detailed-anatomy-battle-bastards-see

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Time spent in a Temple.

The following is a pretty honest opinion that I have about temples/houses of worship. If you are easily offended or is not in the mood to hear this sort of stuff, skip ahead. Read another one of my posts (the funny ones, maybe) or close the window. I obviously have no problem having a rational discussion about this in the comments, but keep it nice.

Basically, thou shall the go away if thou is the butt hurt easy and not be the rude to me.

Anyway, I went to a temple today. I was made to wake up at 5 (AM!😱), shower (read: empty a tiny mug of hot water on the hair so everyone thinks I washed my hair) and travel for some 3 hours. This means I was already semi-grumpy and in a not-going-to-take-any-shit-today zone.

We went to one of the biggest temples in Kerala, India (shitty website tho 😛 ) so needless to say there’s always a crowd waiting to either see the idol or do some sort of pooja. People apparently wait for hours and hours (sometimes in scorching sun) to get into the temple but we knew someone who knew someone who knew someone who knew someone who worked there and got these very special access pass. So I actually have no reason really to complain about anything but I saw some real bizzare things going on in there and hence this post.

The things people do, which is either some sort of superstition, custom or just random offering to God made me realise why I can never be a religious person. I feel the need to question everything I see/do and that doesn’t seem to be a thing in a temple.

For example, there some people who were rolling on the floor around the temple complex. This is a custom apparently (called Shayanapradikshanam) and it looked sad. I saw this one guy who was being rolled by a lady because he was semi-unconscious and tired from doing it for a long time. Now, after doing this the man might feel good (or he won’t) or some great desire of his heart would get fulfilled or something. I don’t know.

There were also people who were walking slowly around the temple. Like really really really slow. If you are unfortunate enough to get behind one of these groups, you’ll never reach anywhere. I thought they were just slow walkers, but turns out, it’s a custom. I wanted to ask them what was the point of walking like that, but none of them looked chatty.

There are also those poor souls who stand in line for hours just to see the idol for 5 seconds. Again, it’s their wish to whatever they want to do, so I am not commenting on this. I don’t understand giving God money either, because when did God become high maintenance? There’s special fee for prasadham, which is gheer and unniyappam and stuff (They are tasty AF so I ain’t complaining about that at all). Oh and people also did this special thing where they balance their own weight against certain items (from bananas to gold) and then offer that to the temple. Honestly, I don’t really think the God cares about your gold but these people are rich so I don’t know how their mind works. There was an elephant there in chains too, and if I start writing about how I feel about keeping animals in chains (wild animals that too) this post is going to go another way.

Point is, a temple or any house of worship, in my opinion should be a place where there’s peace and quiet. Honestly, this temple trip stressed me out. I saw tired faces wherever I looked. I have been to places with crowds before which were more peaceful than my own home. So the people aren’t what’s causing all the noise and stress. It’s the fact that the temples have become less Godly and more commercial. Everything people do to please the Gods are done after they pay a certain amount and get a receipt. I wanted to figure out how much money the temple must be making every day and I gave up (the numbers got confusing).

I have no issues with God, he/she/it seems chill. I don’t really think he/she/it gives many Fs about our lives coz seriously, we are pretty mundane in the big picture. In the meantime, people are rolling on the floor, slow walking, weighing gold and standing for hours under the hot sun to get the God to like them. If that makes them happy, so be it.

As for me, if I ever feel the need to go to a temple I think I’ll keep my visits limited to the smaller, calmer temples. Who knows, maybe those Gods have lesser visitors so they’ll hear me clearer. Until then, I’ll pray for the poor chained elephant.

 

 

Love,

me:)

 

P. S. I saw a tall man with long white hair and a white beard. So yes, Dumbledore is still alive and well. ❤

Baby Time!

So, I have a new cousin now.

Well, he’s not exactly new, he’s been around for almost 6 months now and he is a sweetheart most of the times.

But, if you know me you also know that I am not much of a infant/baby/toddler/kid/young people person. I dislike (trying hard to not type ‘hate’ there) spending time with them (for eg: in flights) because you can’t reason with them and that irritates me. And most of them are brats. And they are touchy. And they don’t get humour. And they’re very fragile. And they are unreasonably loud. And very bad eating manners. And no good at conversations. And idiotic (for the most part).

Basically, I am not a fan.

But then, this little guy came along and I decided to keep my feelings aside and give the dude a chance. I met him in March and he seemed nice. Smiled at me and stuff, so I was happy.

Anyway, last week I actually got to spent time with him. I was made to babysit him and I realised how tough it is to look after a baby. I have always been that person who stood on the perimeter and scoffed at baby tantrums (yes, I am not a very nice person sometimes) but never took notice of how to care for a baby.

First things first, did you know they have a soft spot on their head? Like, there’s this region which is all soft, very unlike our hard heads. And then I remembered this!

Couldn’t agree more with ya, Robin!

So basically, you must be very  very very careful while holding them. Which brings me to the whole compulsion behind everyone wanting me to hold the baby. I am not someone who has hung out with many babies in my life and so I do not know how to hold a baby. This apparently is a big deal and everyone either mocks me for this or says I am useless. I don’t get it, why should everyone know how to hold a baby? He’ll learn to walk soon enough and be self-dependent. Meanwhile, let him acquaint with the floor.

Also, maybe if everyone didn’t walk around holding the baby, he’ll be more serious about getting it done and start walking on his own soon!

Then there’s the whole drool/pee/poo situation. The drools I sort of got used to because it wasn’t too nasty and fortunately no poo situations arose during my time with the baby. And the two times pee happened on my watch, my ninja impulses kicked in and I saved myself from the pee-flow area (it’s a boy baby we’re talking about here. His reach is pretty insane and I think I am the only person who is pee-free. Needless to say, I am very proud of my ninja skills.😎)

They cry a lot too. Hungry? Cry.

Tired? Cry.

Too hot? Cry.

Too many people around? Cry.

Bored? Cry.

Your elder sister accidentally hit you on your forehead with her giant front tooth? Cry.

Yeah, I may have left a small mark on my 6 month old cousin’s forehead. He thought I was the pillow and smashed his head on my face. It wasn’t fluffy. He cried a lot and I tweeted this.

I slept in another room so I  didn’t know this until later, but babies wake up crying every 2 hours to eat at night and his mom has to wake up with him and feed him and stuff. So basically, you don’t get to sleep much at all. Also, this one pees like once every 10 minutes too and the laundry is a giant load. Too many clothes for a tiny baby! And the detergent used is different so his laundry is done separate from the rest of us peasants. I mean, talk about high maintenance! I still don’t understand why people want to reproduce because honestly, it seems like a horrible responsibility.

Basically, babies are fun if you are someone who can sit around looking at a crawling, smiling, crying tiny person for hours and hours. There’s no conversation involved and most of your time is spent making sure the baby doesn’t try to kill/poison himself.

I don’t mind babysitting for an hour at one stretch and then I start getting restless. Maybe when he grows up a bit we’ll have more things in common because honestly I am not feeling his interest in the whole ‘lick and bite your own fingers and toes till they are covered in drool’ activity.

For now, I shall just observe from afar and try to keep my teeth to myself.

That is all.

Love,

me 🙂

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