Freedom

How sad is the world, now that I have the freedom.

How unbearably dark is the night, and bright the day.

Today, I have a choice. Would I like to study further? Would I like to add a post grad degree to my undergrad one? Or would I like to, perhaps, continue the life of a robot, working in an IT company, trying to climb another rung of the ladder. 

How simple were the times, when I knew what was expected of me. Finish my school, get married to a man best suited to my social standing, cook and clean for him and his, have babies, and rule the roost. The writing on the wall was clear. You are inferior. Do as your man says, stay away from intelligent discussions, keep yourself covered, do not speak when not spoken to, and above all, submit.

But today, I hold my head up high. I tell the world, I am educated. I am better than the man. I will do as I please. I will aim higher than a man, rise above the pettiness of jealousy and comparison. I will not stop. But where is it that I want to go? Do I want money, or do I want a family? Do I want a good steady job, or do I want one where every minute is a challenge, every turn a surprise? I don't know. I am standing at crossroads, trying to figure out, which road to take. The task of living, all of a sudden, feels so...futile. Why isn't living fun any more? Isn't the whole point of being alive to have fun, to experience such wonders that leave me breathless?

It's a little ironic that I am speaking thus, considering I just finished reading 1984. The master of all slavery books. Orwell took the meaning of Freedom in a Society to all new heights. The hopelessness in his writing leaves you feeling a little unsettled. His words convey more than what they mean. 

We are living in a time, when people are breaking out against the norm, taking their own decisions, fighting for their rights, experimenting with their own lives. It's a time to celebrate and breathe in the fresh air, not to sit back and despair. There are still some places in the world where women are not allowed to vote, are not allowed to show their faces to the world. Where couples don't have the freedom to birth a second child. Where some things as basic as education could lead to an abduction. And here I am, in despair, because I cannot bring my GMAT score to cross a 600. 

Quoting from PS I Love You, if I ever get a 700, it will be the end of life, as we know it.

Naina

N.B:Not that it's relevant, but I struck the neck of a goose out of sheer anger in my dream last night. I screamed and threw objects around with a lot of force. And then I was weeping for the rest of my dream because of the atrocity of my actions. I am beginning to think I need medical attention.

Disclaimer: This post was published solely for my satisfaction. You are in no way obliged to like it.It makes no sense. By next week, it will cease to make sense to me.

Creak! - Edited

Made some minor changes to the original post, in the hope that it reads less like something a five year old would have thought up.

With a word she can get what she came for.

Creak!
Mira winced as the door creaked in the still of the night. Surely, it would have woken up someone? She stood listening to the slightest sound. None. She gently slid into Aliya's office and closed the door behind her. Slipping into Aliya's chair, she switched on her laptop and waited. When the log in screen appeared she promptly typed in Aliya's password and waited for the machine to boot.
Five seconds passed…waiting…ten…still waiting. She checked her watch. Twenty seconds...hurry up!
Thirty…ah! Finally. Aliya needed a new one. Maybe something with a better security as well…
Mira quickly pulled out a CD from inside its case. It gleamed in the glow of the laptop screen. She smiled as she loaded it. Thankfully, the laptop took lesser time to load the CD than it had taken for it to boot. Mira was already getting nauseous with anxiety.
This CD was by far, her favorite piece of work. Designed to work on every system, it had managed to decrypt a whole lot of complex passwords in the past. But she wasn't expecting any complications with this one...Aliya was too trusting. Besides, she didn't really know the importance of what she had on her hands.
OK, enough dawdling, she had better get down to work. She scanned Aliya's computer to find what she was looking for. What that was exactly, even she had no idea. But she knew it was there.
She scanned folder after folder having mundane names. Her legs were bobbing up and down with impatience. Just when she was deep into one of the directories, she found it. There.
That could be it, that had to be it. Double clicking the folder, her doubts were removed when she was prompted for a password. She set her software to work and watched as character after character was scanned in search for the correct one.
She checked her watch. 2 a.m. she thought of the morning when she would present the new program to her boss. How he would smile and say, I knew you would be the one to find the solution…

"Mira?"
Mira looked up, remembering where she was with a jolt. She was now staring into Aliya's face, tired and questioning.
"What are you doing here?" She asked as she strode up to her desk and joined Mira to face the screen. Mira saw her face redden, first with anger and then with sadness. Not trusting herself to say anything, Mira pulled her gaze away from her face and stared back at the screen. The last character was being hunted up.
MiraMia.
She thought back to the time her sister had trouble pronouncing her name. She felt a lump form in her throat as her dream burned away. She looked up at her sister just as she looked down at her. Something passed between them.
"Good night Mia".
She closed the door after she had left the room.

Typo is my middlenamf

I am about to type the following post without fixinf any typos. In short, without using the backspace.
But just so you know, I am being copletely honest when I say that, I will confess that i have used it twice in th first sentence.

I have been sitting in front og my oarnge coloured baby laptipo (laptop) for the past half an hour now, trying to figure out what to writee here. I asked my sister and Varun for help, and in an extremely sarcastic reply, I was told to write a post about how some peple have not gotten used to keyboards even after four years. Titled: Type is my middlenamf. (For the sake of clarity, that was: "Typo is my middlenamf")

The conversation that started it all

Here I am, trying to do just that. I am still trying to figure out how lame this post can be.
Not using the backspace also means that I shall not be able to fix any grammatical erros that I end up making. Please excuse. Also, apologies if I end up typing something which hurts your sensibility. For example whore, or sex. Thankfully, blogger des not have auto correct. I have been known to make some really dirty (completely unintentional, mind you) jokes because of auto correct. (I bet You are cursoing yourself right now, Varun Sharma. In yo face.)
I am tying to figure out, how many people are going to be getting affected by this post. I bet   most of the people reading this, are just itching to fix ALL of what I have typed out so far. Typo Nazis. Leave some room for mistakes! Loosen up, it's juist an incorrect spelling. Umagine what I have to go through, I have to think so much before I write anything down (not really). But seriously, loosen up. Don't be so uptight about my spelling, y typos, my missed letters, or even my additional letters. Think of this as an experiment. I am a great mibnd, trying to study human reactions to typos. I would really appreciate if I could get some comments on how much you hated readingthrough this poast. *evil laghter*
Since I have nothing of much substance to say anyway, I shall end the post here. I look forward to hearing from anyone out there, who has read my blog. Please tell me how bummed out you are by this typo ridden post.

Naina "Typo" Taneja

Creak

NOTE: If you're here for the first time, I suggest you read the edited version of this post first. It definitely reads better. You can find it here.

I wrote this piece long back, before Lisbeth Salander came onto the scene, mind you. It may appear a little juvenile. I have not made any changes to it. I would like to, here and there. But some other time.
Thanks for this, Lala!

With a word she can get what she came for.

Creak!
Mira winced as the door creaked in the still of the night. Surely, it would have woken up someone? She stood listening to the slightest sound. None. She gently slid into Aliya's office and closed the door behind her. Slipping into Aliya's chair, she switched on her laptop and waited. When the log in screen appeared she promptly typed in Aliya's password and waited for the machine to boot.
Five seconds passed…waiting…ten…still waiting. She checked her watch. Twenty seconds...hurry up!
Thirty…ah! Finally. Aliya needed a new one. Maybe something with a better security as well…
Mira quickly pulled out a CD from inside its case. It gleamed in the glow of the laptop screen. She smiled as she loaded it. Thankfully, the laptop took lesser time to load the CD than it had taken for it to boot. Mira was already getting nauseous with anxiety.
This CD was by far, her favorite piece of work. Designed to work on every system, it could retrieve the longest passwords within minutes.
Hmm…maybe she could try NASA's site next…
OK, enough dreaming, she had better get down to work. She scanned Aliya's computer to find what she was looking for. What that was exactly, even she had no idea. But she knew it was there.
Music...pictures...mail…
OFFICE! Yes, that could be it, that had to be it. Double clicking the folder, her doubts were removed when she was prompted for a password. She set her hacking masterpiece to work and watched as character after character was scanned in search for the correct one.
She checked her watch. 2 a.m. she thought of the morning when she would present the new program to her boss. How he would smile and say, I knew you would be the one to find the solution…

"Mira?"
Mira looked up, remembering where she was with a jolt. She was now staring into Aliya's face, tired and questioning.
"What are you doing here?" She asked as she strode up to her desk and joined Mira to face the screen. Mira saw her face redden, first with anger and then with sadness. Not trusting herself to say anything, Mira pulled her gaze away from her face and stared back at the screen. The last character was being hunted up.
MiraMia.
She thought back to the time her sister had trouble pronouncing her name. She felt a lump form in her throat as her dream burned away. She looked up at her sister just as she looked down at her. Something passed between them.
"Good night Mia".
She closed the door after she had left the room.