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Dizzying Heights of Moral High Grounds

My absolute favourite dialogue from Schitt's Creek (which is also my most absolute favourite show) is when Moira Rose warns her husband, “ Be careful, John, lest you suffer vertigo from the dizzying heights of the moral ground .” I hear this dialogue and nod vigorously, every single time. Is it just me or has our need to take moral high grounds increased? There's a sudden pressure to take a stand on everything. God forbid, you are indifferent to something. Oh by the way, you don't just have to not be indifferent , you also have to share the exact same high ground with everyone with the exact same opinion. Logically speaking, I see two problems with this amazing situation we find ourselves in. First Problem:  The higher the moral ground you take, the higher the chances you will fall off it.  True for anything physical. True for anything philosophical. Case in point - Someone taking a stand and saying, I am always environmentally conscious, will find themselves in various s
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My House is a mood

Or rather, my house has a mood. I wish I was exaggerating. We shifted to this house last year in June, during the pandemic. We had specific requirements. We didn't know how long we were  going to be working from home, so we wanted a good view. After much searching, this is the view we ended up with: The colors of the water change by the hour: It gets spectacular in the evenings: And dramatic when it rains: Not showing off, but this is not a bad view to live with. We hang out on the window, instead of watching TV. And we get amazing breeze from the sea. On most days, we don't even turn on the fan. In Singapore, not turning on fans and air conditioning is like an influencer not going on social media for an hour. Improbable. And yet, we didn't! The problem is, its all dependent on the mood of the house. Almost like the house is a child. A child who has a talent, but refuses to show it when guests come. When we first moved here, we were excited to have guests over and show off

Der Aaye Par...

 ...Durust Aaye That was the theme of 2021 for me. Realising some things late but feeling happy about realising these. For instance:  Life is not measured by success at work. Reading more books is not as important as reading meaningfully. It's ok to start from scratch and learn something. Taking a break is good. Not having clarity isn't necessarily bad. Eating consciously is good. Movies are long and patience is important. Entertainment need not make me think. Dumb jokes are good enough for me. Social media is a waste of time. In other words, I have become old. Or, to put it in more flattering terms, I have wisened. 😇 Other than that, 2021 was alright. I finally got to come to India towards the end. And that's all that matters. Dear 2022, as always, keep it simple - I want more family time, less digital, more real world. Rest of the things will fall in place.  Here's to a more fulfilling 2022 for everyone. Hope it is really back to normal now. Done with new normals. Ju

Outrage about Outrage - Part 2

My outrage about moral outrage deserves a part 2. And here it is. Taking an action has a lot of impact on how someone feels about a situation.  I am thirsty, I drink water and I feel better. I am thirsty, I don't drink water and I will be uncomfortable. I am hungry, I eat food and I feel better I am hungry, I don't eat food and I feel cranky. When you don't take action, the feeling persists, like a sore pain. And then over time, it festers into an seething anger because the mind will just amplify and focus on the discomfort, even if it not so bad.  What happens when you cannot take an action? You tell yourself taking a stand and showing anger is the only thing you can do and you let your brain do that. Which leads us to this: Revolutionaries are the ones whose names are in history books - Bhagat Singh, Mahatma Gandhi, Nelson Mandela. Closer to our times, Greta Thornberg (She actually acts on what she says and never flies). They felt outrage about something and took a strong

Pause

I have never stopped a Blogathon in between, but desperate times call for desperate measures. With all the uncertainty around in India, getting myself to think about something funny to write about everyday is becoming harder and harder. I recognise privilege.  I know I am lucky to be in a place where things are back to normal, where we can go about our daily lives, unaffected by anything, except the minor inconvenience of donning a mask. But that still does nothing to reduce the emotional strain and guilt of not being able to be around family and help them through these really hard times. It's hard to go through news and Twitter feeds on a daily basis and not be burdened by the helplessness of it all. It's difficult to have conversations with parents and keep telling them not to step out. It's hard to hear of yet another case or yet another death in circles around us.  And I am not even dwelling too much on the thought that I have no idea when I will get to come home, with