Apr 20, 2012

Avurudu, in pictures

The Avurudu holidays, for which work generously gave us a week off, were sadly uneventful. Most of my time was spent in bed, which though splendid in itself, came up woefully short when compared to the plans I had made to be exploring Vietnam. However, there were a sprinkling of birthdays, bananagram, a near kiribath disaster, a short trip to stormy Galle, a brief sojourn with a French press and really awesome new pants. And that at the end is breakfast at work. Yes.

In other news, Instagram for Android is out. Finally. 

Apr 18, 2012

A Short List

Suddenly I find myself with a lot of time on my hands. The word adventure has soured on my tongue. The days are dark and.. you get the idea.

So here's a list of things I want to must do this year.

1. Get my diving license
Seriously, this one I've wanted to do since the beginning of time, but has been continuously put off for one thing or another. The time has come.

2. Stop reading trashy novels and get into all the fabulous books I have on my shelf.
Shantaram, the Glass Palace, Thornbirds, the Reluctant Fundamentalist, Half of a Yellow Sun, the multiple Haruki Murakamis on my kindle.. all untouched. Do you know what I'm reading now? I won't tell you.

3. Take surfing lessons
I haven't been on a surf board since a brief, painful and memorable experience back in 2007. But I live on an island; there really are no excuses.

4. South East Asian travels
2 weeks ago the thought of traveling made me sick to my stomach, but life must not get in the way of living. Air Asia keeps sending fabulous deals my way, and I do believe I will capitalize on it before the year is up.

5. Go whale watching
That's pretty self explanatory. What's not to love about it?

That's all. Keeping it short and simple. I do have other things I want/have to do but since thinking about them stresses me out, I've put down only the fun stuff.


Apr 8, 2012

a 5 year love

If you were to ask me what my most fulfilling relationship over the last 5 years has been, the answer would be, this blog. I recently installed this nifty little widget that brings up related posts, and I've had the best time rereading the old stuff. There is, of course, plenty of cringe-worthy material in there, but as a whole, I'm glad my life has been documented for myself in this form over time.

I was recently reading my very first post, which also incidentally lead me to realise the 5 year mark, and I was surprised that my writing style has changed very little over the years; unfortunately, I don't know if this is good or bad. Thinking back on that post, and a comment my friend had left on it, I understand how lucky I am that some things, the important things, don't change. The people who were with me when I wrote that, most of them are still here. The ones who are not, I understand, don't really matter. 

And this blog, it's one of the things that's been there through it all. A constant, across time, space and continents. The drafts will tell you almost as much as the posts, maybe more. I'm always surprised that writing here has been something I've done consistently over the years when all the other hobbies and interests have waned or fallen by the way side. I've discovered there was poetry, no matter how bad, inside me. I tried my hand at some prose, some politics, some reviews, some cooking. I discovered my love for photography, for travel, for big cities, and most importantly, for writing. 

There are emotions captured on this blog that readers may not always have been privy to; joy, anxiety, depression, panic, indecision, excitement and more tears than you will ever know. And sometimes it has felt like too much. Sometimes it has felt like everyone knows me and I can't really say what I want to say. Sometimes it felt like I should move, start a new blog, stay completely anonymous; but there is too much here to just leave. So I learnt the value of self censorship; that every emotion that crosses my mind doesn't have to be shared, doesn't have to be preserved. And so I learnt to let go. To ask myself, is this worth sharing, is this important, is this worth preserving.. 

And so maybe my writing style is still the same, but I know more about what I want to write, and who I want to write about. About what thoughts have value and which ones to put aside. Which parts of me I want to preserve on these pages.

So I am grateful, for this blog, for my friends, for everything I have gained and learned over the last 5 years, for the people I've met and the friends I've made through this little space on the interwebs. 

Thanks for reading.

Apr 4, 2012

Abortion laws, baby steps

The Daily News from a month ago carries this article: Abortions under strict conditions, and it gave me a momentary feeling of, ok, that's a baby step forward. Step forward because it is a big deal for our pseudo-conservative government to consider the possibility that, hey, a 16 year old girl might not want to carry her rapist's baby to term; baby step because you either have to be raped, or have a severely abnormal foetus to be able get the abortion. As with anything the government puts out these days, this too seems full of holes. Now, it is always safe to take whatever the Daily News says with a bowl pinch of salt, and not having seen any official statement from the Ministry on exactly how this amendment is worded, I am only going by this news article, but here are some gaps:

1. The suggested reforms once implemented will allow abortion for girls under the age of 18 who have become pregnant due to rape or incest. Why an age limit? Are girls above 18 deemed fit and able to be raped and then be mothers? Why are they exempt from this choice to decide what happens inside their own body? What of mothers being raped by sons, grandmothers raped by grandsons? Sick I know, but I've seen both those cases reported in our newspapers. Fact is, every woman regardless of age, should have the right to abort a resulting pregnancy.

2. Will allow abortion [...] for mothers carrying babies with severe genetic abnormalities. Pray tell, who has access to these kinds of screening tests? Surely not rural women living on Rs. 2500 a month? Are the screening tests government subsidised? These are not a rhetorical questions; I actually do not know how widespread access to these kinds of tests are, island-wide, and would appreciate a response from someone who does.

3. Two specialist doctors will conduct medical tests and the reports will be sent to the courts. The court will make the decision within three months after examining the reports. 3 months?? If ever I saw something that needed a 'put a rush on it' tag, this is it. Who has access to these specialists and the medical tests? Will this be available island wide? Who will pay for the medical tests? What if you don't find out you're pregnant until a couple weeks into the pregnancy? (Given our resoundingly successful sex education programmes, what are the chances children below 18 will even know what's happening inside them?) 3 months in, and you've entered the embryonic period. Brain, heart, spine, arms and legs are forming; facial features are appearing. It is much much harder to abort  something resembling a baby, than a mass of cells. Why would you make a woman wait that long and have to make that choice, especially if she has been subjected to rape trauma? 

and my personal favourite, which is not so much a gap as that kind of patriarchal, we-are-family bullshit that I can't stand:  

Yet, this is still under the process and we do consider the side effects and attitudes of people and religious leaders on the proposed amendment. I must emphasize that this is not an open license to abort unborn embryos. We thought of allowing this under strict conditions giving consideration to the well being of the women concerned.  Thank you, kind Minister and your panel of men, for considering the well being of women. Let's try to forget that you have no idea what it's like push a baby out of your vagina, let alone what it's like to be raped or even molested. We are so glad that the attitudes of people and religious leaders are being considered, who, after all the anti-abortion hue and cry is over will disappear back into their man caves while the woman is left with a baby she didn't want in the first place. Thank you for making it so easy for rapists to get off scott free while providing the meanest allowance possible for their victims to alleviate their horror. Thank you for putting so many loopholes in your amendment that by the time the woman child of 17 can have her abortion the baby will probably be 5 years old. 

My point is, while this amendment is forward thinking (RELATIVELY) and paves the way for other amendments (HOPEFULLY), with the long term goal of legalising abortion completely, (No, you don't have to be raped to have an abortion. You can have it because, what's that, you just don't want a baby?), it doesn't address the fact that still, here in the 21st century, men are still making rules for women about what they can and cannot do with their bodies. Women are still being treated like fucking babies who can't think for themselves, who can't take responsibility for their actions.

The fact is, abortions are occurring, and at an alarming rate nonetheless. This article from 2007 on the Beyond Borders blog quotes 1000 abortions a day, which is the number I've heard most frequently in other fora as well. (The comments on that post are also very interesting). That this number is known, and known widely, and "permission" for abortion is still confined to "rape" and "genetic abnormalities" is foolish and dangerous. Without proper access to qualified medical care, women are dying through unsafe and unhygienic last resort methods, and the government is still twiddling their thumbs saying yes, well, maybe, we might have a problem. 

The problem with pro-life debate is that you think pro-choice = pro-death, which is so false and so unfair. The decision to abort a foetus is huge. The social, economic and religious factors that are considered before coming to that decision are huge. I know because I know people who've had to make that very same choice. But sometimes, it's just as simple as 'I don't want a baby'. And for a woman, that should be her decision to make. Her life, her choice. And for men, and society at large, to put her in a position where she cannot make that choice for herself is unconscionable.

Apr 3, 2012

Swimming again

I've started swimming again, in case the title was too subtle. It feels good. Today's only the second time I made it into the pool in 2 weeks. The first day I swam ten 100s, dying each way. Today I swam a few 100s with a couple 200s thrown in. At some point I will do that 1000m, non-stop.

Which I find funny.

Back in our hey day, a 1000m used to be one set. Back in the day when we were tanned and toned, those days of swimming at dawn and water polo in the sun, in the best shape of our lives, never appreciating for a second how remarkable we looked and felt.. I can look back on it all now with that mixture of pleasure and nostalgia. Those really were the days..

But back to the present. I was nervous about getting back in the water again, having been out of the pool for almost 3 years. But then you kick off from the wall, and you realize that you'll never feel quite as good as you do on that first length, cutting through the water, perfect stroke, perfect kick; that is, until you reach the opposite wall and everything falls apart on the second length. I love it though. I can literally feel every muscle in my body being used.

People tend to think swimming is boring; what do you think of while you're swimming? Quite a lot actually, and none of it is quiet time, which I had forgotten. The truth is, when you swim, you're actually thinking about swimming. Ground breaking, I know. It's just like with any other sport, you're constantly thinking about how to improve. When you're pulling, for instance, did you get that perfect S shape? If you didn't feel it in your bicep, then you're tricep, you're probably doing it wrong. You can literally get caught up in thinking about things like that.

The good news is that I'm finally getting back into a workout that I enjoy. I've been walking, playing attempting badminton and squash, and contemplating the gym, and while all those things are fun, (aside from the gym; boredom city!), I'm glad I'm finally doing something I'm good at. Not, you know, breaking records good, but something I've been doing since the time I could remember. It's also good to know there's no stress on my joints and my feet won't hurt; just that post-swim all over good-tired feeling. And to be honest, it's a much much much needed break from the day where I get to put my head down in the water and get in the zone; not have to talk or smile or even acknowledge anyone. Because I'm just that sociable.

Ps. This song was the soundtrack of my swim



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