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Friday, August 31, 2012

Breaking stereotypes??

After a disturbing silence even from my side on my blogs, I feel like writing again. Big YAY. Finally some inspiration!

Recently I started a new little "stereotype" for coffee lovers in my current city, Stuttgart called "Coffee in Stuttgart". The stint took almost a year to start but I would say it's picked up now and it's given me a chance to meet some very fascinating people over a cup of coffee.

We have some very interesting conversations. One of them today was about the typical stereo-types in every country and sometimes even within countries. A coffee meeting with people from 7 different nationalities ranging from Indians, Polish, Russian, German, Portuguese, Greeks and Chilean gives you a chance to look at stereo-typing from a whole new perspective. Being an Indian, I am almost always asked about the great Bollywood industry in our country. It's almost always so that people from other nationalities expect you to break in to a dance and song sequence followed by some drama. Unfortunately for them and fortunately for me, this is met with great disappointment. Through my coffee group, I also found out that we weren't the only ones being mercilessly type-casted. Apparently there is a famous Russian story that follows, whenever a Russian is asked about how much Vodka he can drink, he is almost always going to tell you the story about his pet bear. Yes, the story of the pet bear is to tell you in more than one ways to shut-the-f**k-up. I wonder why we Indians haven't made up one of these stories yet! The Germans are always the worst hit I guess because of their great dictator and their love for beer. But as it turns out not every German will love their beer, some just prefer wine or vodka. They don't consider "The October fest" to be the "Rio de Janeiro" carnival as perceived by the rest of the world( Oh I think I did another stereo-type!). For our Chilean friends, the story is quite different, almost everyone mistakes them as Mexicans and assumes that they have some connections from that side of the world! So I guess to cut a long story short, I am not the only one in the world being stereo-types after all!! (What a BIG surprise there!)

As the conversations drifted to experiences with different communities, one thing that came out clearly was that everyone on the table was out there to break out of their communities to find only a new community : Coffee!

And although the whole point here was going to be about breaking a stereo-type, I think I've just created one here "Coffee lovers on a different high"!

Cheers to coffee then :)

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

And then she looked at the moon....

The power supplies in the city went dead, dead as the lights out of the dying soul and she looked out of her window to see the moon.

Today the city didn't need a street light, the earth didn't require it's usual set of power back ups. As she looked up to the sky, she could almost see a hand reaching out of the white light, it almost seemed like someone was calling out to her, to save her city..to save her soul, that she had been fighting for all her life. It all made sense in the moment. There was a life beyond the bounds of the planet, she once called home. The moon had now transformed itself in to a window, a window bringing in the light in to the darkness of a dying city devoid of all life form.

Nature looked so pristine and pure under the moon-light. Was that the solution she had been looking for..to change her planet? To fly away in to the glory of something better, a better life, a better future....

As she looked away for a moment, closing her eyes and welcoming the hands calling out to her through the moon-light..the moment was lost. There was no such thing..it was just imagination. Reality struck by scientific knowledge that the moon was no window to a better planet but just an ordinary rock being glorified by the stars around it. The darkness fell back over the city as the clouds swallowed the moon. The light that once seemed so magical lost in to a translation of grey clouds. The little rhythms of the crickets being taken over by the howls of the owls and bats in the background.

The glimmer of hope that the moonlight struck with her were lost in a mere blink of reality. The foolish kid looked on hoping to see the magic again..when again..she didn't know.....

Why does everything so magical have to be so temporary..she thought..