My sister recently asked my two year old niece, that wouldn’t she do something so and so, after all she was a good girl, and good girls always would do it so. My niece, the quick witted doll, didn’t take a minute to correct her mistake. She let my sister know clearly and concisely that, and I quote, “Me no good girl, me bad girl.”
Shocked as I was, I laughed it off when I heard this all, but since then I have come across more then several kids, blatantly announcing to the world that they are not good, shaking off any false beliefs or associated hopes of ours.
They are bad and hence surviving carelessly through the usual blackmail of parents, who cleverly used to tell us kids that we were only good if we did as they bid. Now, the children couldn’t be less bothered by such announcements.
This next generation of ours is a new league in itself. In fact, like my sister keeps saying, they are a new species. They don’t care to be held back by taboos such as being named “good” or “bad” judged on their behavior in tasks set by the elders. By instincts or otherwise they realize world doesn’t end with such pointless rankings, so they found a very easy solution. They admitted that they weren’t your traditional goody-goody-two-shoes kind of kids, so as not to be bothered to keep up with the charade, so as not to be bothered to keep up with appearances.
Scientific researches and surveys had proved that kids till they are ten are always looking for conformation from their parents, but I believe those statistics have already changed.
The kids of today are too busy making huge technological and emotional and even behavioral advances, too caught up in the race to shock, surprise, to invent, that they can no more be bothered by such ‘childish’ dilemmas.
So that brings us to the justifiable question, where is this generation headed? What will become of our kids?
And if they are not going to stick with being the child, who is? If they already know the easier way out through things, if they already know how to handle people so much elder to them, to break the norms of the society, what would they be doing in the upcoming decades?
When I look at my niece and nephew, the answers to these questions both intrigue and scare me. But they also humble me. And I end up praying, for them and for us.
May God be with the mothers raising their kids in this day and age. May God be with those even more, who will be raising their kids in the upcoming years.
Zooey rocking in Rachel Antonoff.
So its Christmas eve, and I am drifting through some stores for some last minute buys and I just came across these amazing siblings, the Antonoffs. The brother is a drummer in a music band while the sister is the brains behind the brand Rachel Antonoff(named after herself); and boy is she good at what she does! If that’s not enough to convince you, then just take a look at how adorable Zooey Deschanel is looking in her creation. Beautiful, right?
Her fashion show at its best!
Its not just her designs that are mind blowing, its the creativity clear in every detail of them which enhances her work. Still she is most known for her knack of doing the best, out of box shows, so I cant go on without mentioning that. Her most recent one was in the form of a tea party, with even a cat roaming around and a huge cake for eating, while the famous as well as the not so famous walked around showing off her clothes.
My personal favorite piece from her show is the pair of shoes shown below, which she did in a collaboration with Bass. I am sure that once the Christmas rush is over, I am going to be buying them. And a lot of other merchandise from her store.
My tip for you is to head over to her Facebook page, or her website, as soon as possible and check her out.
P.S. I am posting this today, because I got too busy last night to do it! But I had to leave this for you.
These flats from Rachel Antonoff are my latest find, and I am in love with these.
Her models at her latest show, with the cat.
It might be Christmas, we might be getting so many great gifts and some of them might be those that we wanted.
But then there are those moments when you have gotten all of them and none of them was that one piece on which you had actually been lusting on.
Before I head out with my family, I will admit I am grateful for a lot many stuff today, including seeing my brother and his family after such a long time, but still my lusty side is crying!
I wish, OH I WISH, I had gotten myself something like this Chloe mini (or maybe the actual piece itself). Sigh, my lusty side is crying.
What about you? Did you all get that which you were hoping for? And what about that which you were lusting after. Remember lust is different then wanting and wanting is different then hoping. So, think before you decide.
Today I came across this wonderfully inspiring blog post on , which made me stop and rethink.
It made me realize that though we might feel sad for what goes on around us, while we might blame the system for everything wrong that happens to us and curse the unfairness of our lives for mistreating the weak-there is one thing that we all can do which is much better, much respectful then all this. But its that one thing that we avoid doing most.
That one thing is repaying the world for its harshness by our kindness.
Its not too saintly, not too hard, its far from impossible. And once we realize that, once we practice this one thing, we might all be a happier race.
But even if we cant do that in the face of struggles, we can be kind in the memory of those who suffered, those who are lost to us, those who went away from us. We can be kind then, if not for anything else, not in return of anything else then just for the sake if it!
I have realized where I had been lacking in myself, and I am going to correct it right now. Because I don’t know if there is any tomorrow, just as none of the 26 people in the California shooting did.
I might not share me blood, my leaders, my continent, my skin tone or maybe not even my religion with all of them, but one thing I do have which they did too.
And I don’t want to lose it, nor my humanity. So, for these two as much as for those 26, I will be performing this week me 26 Acts of Kindness.
And hopefully, I will be able to share it all with you.
If you want to be a part of this great initiative, feel free to print this picture and use it.
A striving soul,
People say 2012 took too much from them. Then there are those who thought that it was the best year of their lives.
Whichever one you were, here is a stylish reminder of that which 2012 gifted to us and brightened our lives with. Or at least of a momentous style milestone it handed us.
What, you ask, was that?
The jean revolution!
Jeans-the lacquered ones, the brocades, the metallics, the corduroy’s, the velvet ones, the floral ones, the striped ones, the laced ones, the leather cropped ones, the ones with stripes on side and the forest greens, the acid washed wine ones, even the ones with inspiring words all over them-each and everyone of them that got introduced this year, this post is an ode to them.
There are those who would argue that some of these were in the market long before, but I will just give an easy reply-they gained their amazing popularity just this year!
The metamorphosis of our style from the reserved “blue jeans and white shirt” to the catchy brocade covered legs, it all happened here in 2012. It happened in our generation, doesn’t that just sound amazing?
We watched something beautiful happen to the fashion scene, something big, and were a part of it too.
So, my thanks to 2012 for the craziest fashions in jeans. Oh, and to 7 for All Mankind too, because they played a fantabulous role in making this beautiful fashion change come into being! It was them that made these jeans more accessible so the legacy could be carried on!
P.S. which jean style from this year was your favorite?
In the fire of my own sins,
From the ashes of my own life,
From the mistaken words of my own life,
I try to redefine, I try to redefine,
There is no direction, no road, no path,
From the paths that I burned myself,
I look around,
I search for a way back,
I scream, I shout to be heard over my own actions.
I work, I strive to let myself be heard again!
But in the din of accusations,
Right or wrong,
I feel overshadowed, unheard, lost
I run, I try but the chains of my own mind hold me back,
Chains that were but grains of sand,
Seem to have turned into rocks,
How can I run from my own reflection,
How can I hide from my eyes,
Is there a way I can speak,
Without having to hear my voice,
I am soulless, but not blind,
Oh why am I not deaf,
Why can I still see them, hear you, feel all that I felt,
I can cut my wounds, I can shrivel and hide,
I can bleed myself dry,
But why can’t I forget it all,
Why can’t I break these chains and run,
Oh the sun is too bright,
Oh the night’s dark is blinding,
Oh why don’t the stars come out again
Oh why doesn’t the sun go and hide?