People, places and what triggers you to make faces

Saturday, September 26, 2015

The End

The Emmys this year, well, I just drew a line in the sand. Adam Sandberg was not funny, spin it any way you like. And he was nervous, the kiss of death for any host. Even Ellen hosting the Oscars has been Awkwardsville. Jimmy Fallon's sidekick Steve Higgins on The Tonight Show? Cringeworthy. For a country like America which is best at marketing, there are some blind spots when it comes to dealing with celebrities who they take for granted must be good because why else are they famous? Sometimes, their time has come and gone, that's why. Even the marvellous Ricky Gervais fell flat in his few minutes onstage which only means that it happens to the best of us. Even if some individuals point this out, the tidal wave of voices raised against them would make anyone subside into the wallpaper. (To be strong in a sea of crazies takes some doing, believe me.) When I found myself switching channels every time an acceptance speech was about to begin, I knew it was the end of watching award shows. When I heard about Viola Davis the next day, I knew I was right.
Stop. Stop making it about colour, I beg you. Fight for getting your roles but don't make your win a triumph for the colour of your skin. When you do that, it takes away from your talent which is what you were fighting for in the first place, right?
It's come to a point where you find Indians everywhere on TV and you're wondering if they're pandering to their subcontinent viewers and the prominent Indian community in the West. It's become about numbers. When once they were doing this by putting one gay character in with the cast, it's now Black/Asian/gay. Wrong on so many levels it just makes me depressed.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, by the way, but you can fight for equality till the world ends, but you will never get it. There will always be bias based on colour, creed and gender. Clues: "I can't breathe", 'Muslim' promotion code for a $25 discount on guns, Shoshana Roberts. It will never go away. It might ease here and there but it will never go away. The gay community has grown stronger over the years in every sector if not every country but YouTube still features teenagers weeping trying to tell their parents who they want to sleep with.
Why will it never go away? The answer isn't far to seek; people are dumb.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

The next time I saw Paris....

The last time I saw Paris I was 18 years old. Life was a mystery I looked forward to with stars in my eyes – no wonder I couldn’t see shit. This time, Paris was just as beautiful and still represented the kind of ideal that I was never destined to have: the likelihood of seeing beauty just while walking the streets, whether it was people or architecture; the chance to see a Venetian-inspired art installation at Tokio Palais; having drinks by the Seine, on a boat; watching a rock concert with bands I had only read about. Yes, some metros spelled like pee, homeless huddled in Gap doorways in the still of the night, and you felt like a deer in headlights because of the colour of your skin, although not as often as people warned, but it is the real world. My country is like a figment of Kafka’s imagination. How grateful I am to fate’s tender mercies that I can experience something else every so often.


Just a street sign

Graffiti or as I like to call it Art

Just a street, with the Sacre-Coeur

Just an apartment block



Just a cafe