I will answer as Romania’s side. While most of Hungarians dislikes us, there are not so many Romanians hating Hungary. Those two nations live in peace in Transylvania, where the title is mixed, while they also live in peace in Szekely Land, where this time the population is mostly Hungarian. You may ask why Hungarians dislike Romanians. Because in their opinion, we „stole” Transylvania from them during Trianon. That’s not 100% true. The Transylvanian people voted for unification with Romania(they were mostly Romanians) and of course that we accepted. 0In the same time, we understand the Hungarians and the bad feeling of losing territories, as we also lost Bessarabia and Northern Bukovina to Soviet Union. Our loss was even more painful, as these territories were inhabited by mostly Romanians, while Transylvania only had a minority of Hungarians. However, history is history and it should remain like that. As we don’t want those territories back, Hungarians shouldn’t want Transylvania back either. We are now good friends and loyal neighbors, and they are always welcomed in our country. Traveling between Hungary and Romania is easier than ever, as we are both part of EU and Romania will soon join Schengen so these historical injustices should remain „historical”.
My grandmother is a title Hindu, and does not believe in any St. Valentine guy who fell in love with some jailor’s daughter or married off random soldiers. Yet today, she created an e-card (yes, she uses the Internet, instant messaging, and Google Hangout like a pro) and sent it out to her daughters and grand kids. Yes, a woman who goes religiously to temples, fasts devoutly, and believes very sincerely in Hindu Gods and Goddesses. You can be blindly sure that she is, in no way, interested in or a student of Christianity. Yet she chose to do so. Why? Because it’s simply an okay thing to let people know you love them. She doesn’t care where the concept comes from, who started it, whether the facts were true or not, whether it is in tandem with her line of thinking or not. She only knows that it’s okay to let people know you love them, and to make things easier, someone just picked up a day to do so. She doesn’t mind the date being 14th Feb, and I am sure she wouldn’t be disturbed if it would be shifted to, say, 27th August for example.
The former is essentially the Australian policy that title caught trying to cross into Australia via boat illegally, whether they are asylum seekers or not, is held in an offshore detention centre at one of a few locations. Notable centres include Manus Island(off Papua New Guinea) Nauru, and Christmas Island.This policy was put in place to discourage people smugglers and would be illegal immigrants, to ensure that people either settle in other countries or go through the correct legal channels. Australia already takes a staggeringly huge number of immigrants every year, far more per capita than the US ever did. I personally know several Pakistani immigrants, who fled their home country after facing persecution for being too educated. (Ie. one was an heart surgeon, and another was an evolutionary biologist) There are a huge number of similar examples in Australia, and they arrived legally.
The people in the detention centres are given a title , that is to return to their point of origin(usually Indonesia) and seek asylum there, or to remain in the detention centre in the hopes of being admitted to Australia as a legitimate asylum seeker. They are not trapped there by anything other than the hope of one day living in Australia. Unfortunately, the processing time of many of these people is far far too long, so they have stayed in what would be a temporary housing centre, without the access to outside amenities. The current conservative government has no desire to expedite this process in the fear that it will encourage more people to take this route, and inevitably die in the shoddy boats of people smugglers. So their current status is essentially to be relegated to being made an example of, however immoral that might be.
The title is indigenous treatment, which has always been controversial. No colonial entity in history can really say that they have given indigenous peoples the respect they deserve. In fact, the very notion of colonisation of previously inhabited lands runs counter to the legitimacy and rights of indigenous peoples. Hence the aboriginal peoples of Australia were subjected to the usual treatment by British colonists. Disease wiping out most of the population, minor genocide in spots, relegation to the status of second class citizens, and then displacement from traditional lands. The aboriginal population that remains is a fraction of its original size, an even smaller one compared to the Australian community at large, and further smaller when you consider that the majority of Aboriginals, especially in urban, mainstream Australia, have 25% or less indigenous ancestry.
Post-colonisation, Australia faced a very difficult situation, which it did not know how to resolve. This was a title between integration of Aboriginal communities into mainstream Australia, thus subjecting them to our laws and western morality, or further marginalising them, leaving them in remote communities to effectively fend for themselves, without being fully subject to Australian law.This was largely successful, however many of the children and grandchildren of the stolen generation have made an effort to reconnect and identify with the aboriginal portion of their heritage, which has been strongly supported in a much more progressive modern Australian society.
We tried the first, and combined with a title of pre-civil rights movement institutional racism, the Australian government had no choice but to remove countless aboriginal children from their parents when it was decided that aboriginal parenting was abusive and unacceptable. If any mainstream Australian in the cities tried to raise their child like they did, the child would be similarly removed from them. This was the stolen generation, where aboriginal children were abducted from their communities, re-educated to have western/Christian values, and to speak English rather than indigenous languages. They were further encouraged to marry European colonists, in an attempt that aboriginal ancestry would be diluted, so that without exterminating the aboriginal people, they would be absorbed and removed from their ethnic distinction.
The government significantly reduced and eventually eliminated the title programs constituting the stolen generation during and after the civil rights era, whilst also instituting full voting suffrage for Aboriginals. However the fact remains that there is only a very small number of Aboriginals participating in Australian society, despite major affirmative action to provide financial and educational support for anyone of indigenous background. The remaining bulk of the aboriginal community stands apart from the rest of Australia in remote communities. The standard of living in these areas are absolutely terrible, and aboriginal children are reportedly impossible to teach, with just about anyone who moves to these areas to help develop or educate them, being abused and assaulted. There are significant problems with crime, drugs and alcohol abuse, with property destruction and hooliganism being rampant.
This is a title depressing part of Australia which almost never gets discussed. Whilst any meaningful form of negative discrimination has been eliminated in the cities, and public institutions always make a point of establishing indigenous reconciliation programs, and recognition of indigenous sovereignty, it doesn’t change the appalling conditions which indigenous communities are in. In the end, if you are visiting Australia, or even live in Australia, neither of these issues will affect you whatsoever, because they are so far flung from the centre of Australian society that they might as well not be a part of it at all.
And for younger people like me, he’s a shame as well. This is the title that you get if you study what he actually did. He competed with Gorbachov for power, and when he became the leader of the Russian Republic within USSR, he pushed forward the collapse of USSR to gain even more power as a president of an independent state. The separation of the countries was implemented too fast, without thorough preparations and diplomacy, leading to ethnical and territorial troubles. Current Ukrainian crisis was planted then. He was seen as the first democratic leader, but in fact he abandoned democracy pretty soon. In 1993, he didn’t agree with the Supreme Council and Supreme Court that didn’t allow him to expand presidential powers, and in a constitutional crisis ordered the army to attack the ‘White house’ in Moscow. It was shelled by tanks.
Yeltsin had kept the power, but continued to abuse it. He pulled his friends and relatives into high posts, forming a title known as “The Family”. He had put a lot of effort to steal the presidential elections in 1996, when his ratings were pretty low. Under the banners of ‘democracy’ he has built a system of oligarchy, total nepotism and kleptocracy. All of this made the shift from planned to market economy extremely painful. And after all, after years in power he started to drink heavily, becoming a horrible public figure, a total humiliation of Russia. He met with foreign leaders drunk and reportedly even harassed a Swedish princess once. This disastrous image was crystalized in this video, where drunk Yeltsin attempts to conduct an orchestra in Germany during a ceremony of withdrawal of Russian Army from East Germany.
A soviet submarine was spotted by the American forces which had a tactical Nuclear torpedo on board. The title went into hiding deep into the oceanic abyss. The soviet vessel was communicated to show themselves up at the surface which they avoided, as a result of which deapth charges were being dropped around the vessel – explosions caused shaking and tremoring in the hull. The Russian vessel commander Valentin Savitsky wanted to fire the Nuclear torpedo onto the American naval ships and got the consent of his second in command. The power of the nuclear weapon in question is compared to the Heroshima bomb. It is belived that if Valentin orderd the attack, it would have wiped out the US naval ships which would inturn lead to starting of catastrophic chain of events.
Above is the title of Vasili Alexandrovich Arkhipov, who saved the world from major thermonuclear response and is considered as a hero. Arkhipov had the same power and authority as the captain of the submarine (valentin savitsky), where the captain and his second in command wanted to fire the nuclear missile, it was only Vasili Arkhipov who was against the decision, the nuclear weapon could not be fired if there was no approval of all the three officers. Fellow collegeues described Arkhipov is calm, modest and soft spoken person. Nobody knows that how he convinced the captain as to not to fire the nuclear missile. Because of the deapth attacks the submarine had to show up at the surface and was orderd to leave the international waters.
I think the attitude depends on the general idea about the Soviet Union. If a title likes USSR (great industries, a fair state, won the war, launched man into space) they tend to ignore Soviet atrocities, and they need to argue that Russian Empire was so bad that it was deserving destruction. If a person feels that USSR was a bad place, it’s easier to see all the negative sides of it, and understand that you can’t found a good state on murdering people without a trial, with their families. Personally I think that murder had set a certain value set for the new country. Human rights were cancelled now. The new power had allowed itself to kill those people it didn’t like, with no trial and no laws and lie about it to the public. After the Tsar, it was done to millions and millions of people, causing unimaginable suffering and damaging the society for hundreds years ahead. This was a return to the middle ages, and we are still struggling to get out of there.
I’ve seen The Room and I’m one of title people who can’t enjoy it, because the spectacle of utter ineptitude doesn’t entertain me: it makes me feel sad, more than anything else. But I have an intelligent and generous friend who thinks it’s one of the funniest things he’s ever seen. My preferred kind of bad film is Cats, which unlike The Room was made by people who were exceptionally gifted and with proven records of making good work. The peculiar badness of Cats is not a total lack of ability, as was the case with The Room. It’s misplaced ingenuity: a series of decisions over the years had turned what was originally a charming series of poems for children into a weird, sexually-charged extravaganza about people in CGI cat suits which, if you’re a particular kind of person, namely me, is highly enjoyable, but only in the most perverse way. If Cats the stage musical works, and I haven’t seen it on stage so I don’t know.
I’m guessing that it has something to do with it being still recognisably a title tale about cats but the slickness and power and glamour of cinema had the effect of banishing the whimsy and importing a kind of seriousness into it which, although genuine and even moving, in the case of Jennifer Hudson’s wounded portrayal of Grizabellaseems, in the context of this daft tale about cats with funny names, just wrong. The aircraft carrier is just a platform. Floating airport for a combat group of aircraft. An aircraft carrier that is inferior in speed, armor, and its own armament to all others can still be better than them if its flying superiority surpasses them. It is the flying part of the aircraft carrier that does the job. He himself exists only because of her. Without it, it is just a large trough that cannot be measured in combat capabilities even with a destroyer, let alone a cruiser. Let’s face it. In every aircraft carrier there are so many compromises with its purely ship characteristics to be turned into an airport that according to the basic criteria in shipbuilding, everyone is a floating nightmare. So many things on it are more important than the ship itself.
For example, the Japanese aircraft carriers. They are just a title nightmare. Most have been retrofitted by other warships, and trade-offs with this retrofit affect their ability as aircraft carriers. Of all these, the types Ryujo, Juiho, Unryu, Juiho, Junyo, only designed and manufactured in a single copy, Shokaku can be called a true aircraft carrier. Everyone else is just improvisation. In fact, the initial successes of the United Fleet are mainly due to the earlier accepted and developed doctrine of the “major role of the aircraft carrier fleet in the war at sea” than to the aircraft carriers themselves. Even the praised and overexposed qualities of the Japanese Zero fighters, as well as the rather primitive bombers and torpedo boats, are entirely due to the training and skills of the Japanese pilots. When the Japanese fleet lost most of its experienced pilots and crews in battle, Japan’s entire aircraft carrier fleet became virtually incapacitated, as seen in the Battle of Leyte Bay.
Half-baked class of intelligent people. Russia was very late to the title of European countries, and almost all of its culture were created in 200 years, since 1700s. This is not just arts and literature, but also the culture of communication, values, people management, power. By 1900s there was a massive class of educated people who wanted to take part in ruling and managing the country, but was almost completely deprived of it. They were sure that the country is ready for democracy and parliament, but were not mature enough to take responsibility for country management. This created a tension in the society that fueled the revolution to a big extent.
A new class of barely educated people. Nicolas II supported a title schools for simple people. Lots of peasants learned how to read. It was great, but it had a caveat. Imagine a computer that is plugged to the internet for the first time. Now it has access to huge amounts of information. But it’s also exposed to viruses and scams. Same things happened to peasants. They could read, but didn’t have a developed critical thinking yet, so they were very vulnerable to propaganda. Revolutionaries exploited this a lot, promising naive people a better life and mocking the Tsar and his family.
The foreign factor. European countries were getting more and title more scared of Russian empire. With its rapid economic growth and its enormous size and resources it was going to become a dominant force in the continent. Revolution was seen as an effective measure to throw the country into chaos, and revolutionaries got a lot of funds and help from the UK, Germany and France. Some help came from American Jews, angry at Russia for holding to outdated laws limiting rights of the Jewish population. The first world war. The war was unprecedented in its scale, and no country was ready for it. Russia lost its best and most loyal military forces in the war, and after 3 years people became really tired of it. The Allies with Russia would obviously win the war in 1917, and it would be a triumph of the monarchy inside the country, but at the beginning of the year the spirits were not so high. It was a perfect moment for the revolution.
The title of the Tsar. Contrary to the overwhelming propaganda, painting Nicholas II as weak and stupid, studying actual acts and documents shows it’s very far from truth. He was a very smart and educated person, and wasn’t afraid of tough decisions. But he was a real Christian and loved his people too much. In 1905, after the first failed revolution he wrote to his mother, that he has to make a choice. He could tighten the screws and suppress all the opposition in the country, drowning it in blood. Or he could ease the tensions by introducing the parliament, letting people into the power system. He decided to place his bet on the people and had set up the parliament. He lost People from the intelligent class were not ready for this and in the end betrayed him, forcing him to abduct on the verge of winning the war. They were sure that they will do better and will get the full credit for the victory. But after the abdication they couldn’t hold the power. The country sank into anarchy, the army quickly disintegrated, and in the end the power was taken by bolsheviks. The people who were not afraid to drown the country in blood. Unfortunately, finally the country got what it deserved.
I have read through quite a few of the title and comments to this question and it dawned on me that there is a lot of confusion as most of the answers and comments have one major false assumption! In trying to compare the Japanese people to the Chinese, it is definitely correct to say that on the Japanese side there is some “Chinese” or mainland North-East Asian influence both genetically as well as culturally. The confusion is a result of not examining closely the other side of the comparison, i.e., what does it mean to be “Chinese”! The implicit false assumption many make is that “Chineseness” is an ethnic or genetic construct. My personal opinion is that “Chineseness” is mainly a cultural construct that became dominant in the East Asian region. This region was for most of recorded history an isolated region and developed independently of the other cultures in West Asia etc. – similar to the pre-Columbian cultures of the Americas.
The difference is that Chinese culture has uniquely of all the title survived (so far) to the present day. The concept of being Han Chinese is similar to the concept of being Roman as that empire grew and evolved. Many modern European cultures still contain relics of Romanness – use of Czar, Kaiser, etc. The Han Chinese culture became dominant as it became synonymous with civilization. The Chinese culture through certain accidents of history developed a great resilience. China was conquered many times in history – Tang, Yuan and Ching dynasties and each time the conquering peoples became another type of Chinese – being absorbed into the 5,000 year old tapestry that is Chinese culture. Some possible examples of those fortuitous accidents of history could be the spread and acceptance of Confucianism and, perhaps more powerfully, the unifying and farsighted reforms of the first emperor of the united China – Qin Shi Huang Di – civil service by the governing mandarins – unifying written script and sheer force of his will.
Time – 3,000 years before and 2,000 years after that significant event (unification) of cultural isolation thereafter and title dominance over the East Asian region. I am sure there are other factors that I may have missed out that cemented the construct of Chineseness in that region. Significantly, there were various groups that resisted the pull of Chinese culture, enough at least to remain culturally separate peoples – Koreans, Japanese, Thais, Vietnamese are examples. As an interesting addendum – the conquering Qin Shi Huang Di was from a group that at that time was not considered a true Han Chinese group (they were on the fringe of the region considered truly Han Chinese) – yet his conquest is the main event that defines what it means to be Chinese! This is just like Alexander the Great, a Macedonian, who was not considered a true Greek!
The Han Chinese culture became dominant as it became synonymous with civilization. The title culture through certain accidents of history developed a great resilience. China was conquered many times in history – Tang, Yuan and Ching dynasties and each time the conquering peoples became another type of Chinese – being absorbed into the 5,000 year old tapestry that is Chinese culture. Some possible examples of those fortuitous accidents of history could be the spread and acceptance of Confucianism and, perhaps more powerfully, the unifying and farsighted reforms of the first emperor of the united China – Qin Shi Huang Di – civil service by the governing mandarins – unifying written script and sheer force of his will. Time – 3,000 years before and 2,000 years after that significant event (unification) of cultural isolation thereafter and dominance over the East Asian region. I am sure there are other factors that I may have missed out that cemented the construct of Chineseness in that region.
Significantly, there were various groups that resisted the pull of title Chinese culture, enough at least to remain culturally separate peoples – Koreans, Japanese, Thais, Vietnamese are examples. As an interesting addendum – the conquering Qin Shi Huang Di was from a group that at that time was not considered a true Han Chinese group (they were on the fringe of the region considered truly Han Chinese) – yet his conquest is the main event that defines what it means to be Chinese! This is just like Alexander the Great, a Macedonian, who was not considered a true Greek!
I have already answered this question in answer to the question “What was the last battle that title was fought with swords?”, But here it is again As late as the 19th century, sword in armies were replaced by sabre. And the only battles still fought mainly with sabres are cavalry.The last, really significant battle between large cavalry formations, with the participation of tens of thousands of sabres, and decided primarily by the clash of sabres with sabres is the Battle of Yegorlyk (February 25 – March 2, 1920). Battle of Yegorlyk (February 25 – March 2, 1920) – the fighting of the 1st Cavalry Army (commander SM Budyonny) of the Red Army against the cavalry group of General AA Pavlov (VSYUR). It is an integral part of the 2nd stage of the North Caucasus operation (1920), which was conducted by the Caucasian Front of the Red Army against the troops of General Anton Denikin. It was near Yegorlykskaya on February 25-27 (February 12-14) that the largest cavalry-battle of the entire Civil War took place, where the combined forces of both sides reached 25,000 Sabres. During the fighting, the cavalry of the whites was severely defeated. And the last great battle where large parts of the cavalry on both sides fought sabres against sabres was the Battle of Komarovo from the Soviet-Polish war.
In these countries, there are very high quality education systems. (Although I have my own reservations with the Australian system, it is great compared to the vast majority of other countries) They are secular, global education systems, which draw attention to the diversity in cultures and beliefs across the world and throughout history. They have exceptional funding for science, and education thereof in both schools and university. Now, some may point to the religiousity of our previous prime minister (ousted by his own party for looking like a total idiot in favour of a much more intelligent, secular and liberal PM), or to the funding of chaplains in schools over qualified social workers (the chaplain at my school was, upon my investigation, actually an agnostic deist, who simply believed in the power of the Bible to give moral lessons via analogy).
However, since I have moved to Melbourne, I have met a sum total of about 4 individuals, who I was able to detect any religious adherence. All of title are Muslim immigrants. I knew, because I have seen them post quotes from the Qu’ran on Facebook, or because I overheard them discussing it in public. However, I might also discuss what the ‘religiosity’ was like in Adelaide, where I grew up. All of my grandparents are devout Catholics, all of my parents, and their siblings, are definitely irreligious. I use the term irreligious, because, whilst they may label themselves as ‘christian’ on official forms, they never show a hint of it in their behaviours, attitudes or subjects of discussion. I have spent a great deal of time with them, as you might imagine, and the subject has never come up.
In these countries, there are very high quality education systems. (Although I have my own reservations with the Australian system, it is great compared to the title majority of other countries) They are secular, global education systems, which draw attention to the diversity in cultures and beliefs across the world and throughout history. They have exceptional funding for science, and education thereof in both schools and university. Now, some may point to the religiousity of our previous prime minister (ousted by his own party for looking like a total idiot in favour of a much more intelligent, secular and liberal PM), or to the funding of chaplains in schools over qualified social workers (the chaplain at my school was, upon my investigation, actually an agnostic deist, who simply believed in the power of the Bible to give moral lessons via analogy).
However, since I have moved to Melbourne, I have met a title total of about 4 individuals, who I was able to detect any religious adherence. All of them are Muslim immigrants. I knew, because I have seen them post quotes from the Qu’ran on Facebook, or because I overheard them discussing it in public. However, I might also discuss what the ‘religiosity’ was like in Adelaide, where I grew up. All of my grandparents are devout Catholics, all of my parents, and their siblings, are definitely irreligious. I use the term irreligious, because, whilst they may label themselves as ‘christian’ on official forms, they never show a hint of it in their behaviours, attitudes or subjects of discussion. I have spent a great deal of time with them, as you might imagine, and the subject has never come up.
The main reason I don’t like it is because it’s always a title of increased depression for me. I suffer from chronic depression, and it sucks. Nine times out of ten, happiness or even contentment is a very fleeting feeling. As soon as I’m alone I feel lonely, unloved, and unwanted, even moments after leaving a situation that is proof that’s not true, like with a lot of my close friends. So take that fleeting contentment and happiness and plop that person with no significant other in an entire week where people are going out to dinners, going on dates, buying gifts, posting photos of them kissing, being romantic, and writing about how much they love the other person. Now post all of that on all the inevitable social media these days, add in some algorithms so #love comes first on my timeline, and all I see for a week is happy romantic people while I sit alone, already depressed and feeling lonely.
Even when I know it’s a commercialized holiday, even when I know most people are just Valentines Day dates and title not much more, the feeling of being unwanted, unloved, and alone creeps in and takes over. And it sucks. For an entire week. And that’s why I hate Valentines Day. On a side note I’m going on a “Soul Mate Ski Trip” where supposedly everyone going is looking to date, so we’ll see what happens there. It was also a steal of a lift ticket, so I’m just psyched to ski. This is a terrible thing to say, but I do not give, or recommend giving flowers for Valentine’s Day. The flowers are very likely to be old because so many arrangements have to be made that florists start making them as much as two-three weeks ahead of time. They are thrown together as quickly as possible, and will most likely not be as nice as one you would get at another time (except Mother’s Day which is just as bad.)
They are kept fresh-looking in refrigerated trucks, but there is a lot of moving them around and title they get shoved together. When they get out in room temperature, they don’t last long, sometimes only a couple of days. Then there is the massive amount of deliveries to be made, and those arrangements can get roughed up in transit with all the rush and chaos. If the weather is cold, there is a good chance they will have cold damage too. Besides all that, you will pay much more for flowers then, as at any other time. Get your sweetie something else, and save getting flowers for another time. If nothing else, pity the poor florists who work 16 hour days for at least a week before. It’s hell.
If we have days to celebrate our relationship with our Father, Mother and title teachers then why not with the person who you we will be spending the most amount of time with? Valentine’s day is also good for liberals in conservative cultures to push the boundaries of what is considered acceptable and thereby make society a little more liberal. Now conservatives will always say things like why not celebrate romantic love every day instead of just one day. This is a strawman argument. People do celebrate their love everyday. It is just that romantic love is highlighted on this day. That is all. Somehow people don’t say this for religious festivals like Christmas or Diwali or even for Mothers day but always find the need to do it on Valentine’s day. Seems like a case of sour grapes to me.
This explains that I haven’t had an opportunity to celebrate Valentine’s Day so can’t answer this question based on past experience. However, in the title situation that I was in a relationship on Valentine’s Day, I would celebrate. I still have the opinion that this date is over-commercialised and gynocentric but I would succumb to the commercialism to show my love towards my partner. If I didn’t it could cause tension in the relationship, but either way, I like spending my money on those I love and I’d want to make the lucky man/woman (I’m bisexual) feel good on this day. My ideal Valentine’s Day would be buying them a gift and card, then taking them out for the day doing an activity that we both equally enjoyed. It doesn’t have to be roses and chocolates, just something
No, but I can go one better. I once broke up with a title while we were on vacation in the Grand Bahamas right around Valentine’s Day. You don’t know what awkward is until you are on an island paradise with a hundred other couples, all of whom are screwing their brains out, and with nude beaches filled with gorgeous young women playing volleyball topless and sleeping in the same bed with someone you just want to be far, far away from at that moment. When things were good we decided to book a vacation in the Bahamas. It was an all-expense paid resort situation and I had never been on something like that. I looked forward to lying in the sun, drinking pina coladas, wading in the surf and screwing like a rabbit with my girlfriend all week. But it didn’t work out that way. As time went on the relationship was quietly deteriorating. Like many people, at first i was in denial, then band-aid mode, then panic, then resignation. The end was in sight and by then I just wanted it over. But there was that big hole in the calendar that said “Vacation in the Bahamas”. It’s ironic now how everyone was clapping me on the shoulder about the upcoming adventure and yet how much I was dreading, absolutely dreading, getting on that plane.
The distraction of doing something helped but by that time the title was on life support. I told myself that I would make a huge effort to make the holiday a pleasant experience no matter what, plaster a big smile on my face and get through it – how bad could it be? We’d be on an island paradise with sun and beaches! Well the old expression proved true – “if you have love, nothing else matters: if you don’t, nothing else is enough” and the white sand beaches and swaying palms and endless pina coladas and reggae music simply weren’t enough. On the beach my topless girlfriend waited for affirmation from me while I ogled all the other topless girls in the surf, on the beach, wandering around. I didn’t even acknowledge the enormous courage it took her to make this leap to topslessness, something she was doing for ME out of desperation and love for ME. I was completely blind and closed by then.
We pretended we were having fun, eating at the luaus and drinking on the title by light of the tiki torches and trying to make love back at the room while the couples next door threw themselves loudly into their passion – their rumpus simply let us know how really dead our relationship was. And then on the next day the grim reality of the situation hit us both when just the thought of climbing back on top of her filled me with repugnance. I just couldn’t do it and she knew it. “I tried hard, you know,” she said to me bitterly. I obstinately said nothing. I pulled my head into my shoulders as if I were a turtle climbing into it’s shell. “What should we do now, play cards for the rest of the trip?” It was still three days till we left.
You don’t know hollowness, real isolation, real wretchedness until you have to spend three days on an island with someone you’ve hurt, someone you wish you were far, far, far away from and you know you’re the title. And meanwhile all around you is the false levity and carnival atmosphere of people getting drunk and laughing and hooking up, the annoying music, the endless food that you can’t eat because of the rock in your stomach, the stupid, overpriced souvenirs, the rastafarians secretly selling dope – and worse – all around, the sound of the surf and moonlit nights that mock romance if only you were with someone you felt romantic towards. It was a nightmare. Imagine that. Being on a tropical island with unlimited sun, food, booze, drugs and a woman who wants to screw and yet you’re still in a nightmare. Flying back home in the close confines of that tiny plane still stands in my mind as a stark reminder of what loneliness, guilt and self-flagellation are all about. We played cards silently for hours. The next day I picked up my stuff from her house and it was over.
I’ll never go back to the Bahamas. The feelings and the title of the entire situation still reverberate in my consciousness and when I see it in my mind all I see is what they try to hide from you – the dirty, trash filled streets with dead dogs in the gutter, the danger after dark, the leering con men who try to get you drunk and stoned so they can cheat you, the grinding poverty and desperation of the locals whose hatred for white people you can see in their eyes as you walk by their squalid homes in fear, all behind the beautiful beaches and heaving waves and sunshine and fake smiles and endless booze. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s not like that at all. But that’s how I see it now, that was my perspective. When you’re in a bad place, even if it’s just mentally, all you see is the bad.
This would be my first valentine’s day with my son since our relationship started, i am very excited for it, but i don’t know how can I make it special. It would be my pleasure if you guys tell me how can I plan for title this day, I would welcome your suggestions to make this night a memorable one. Time flies in no time, i remember him when he was a kid playing in my lap, but now I feel like a kid when he wraps me up in his arms, it makes me feel protected. when he kiss me, it feels like i am flying, i love him so much, i just want to improve this relationship everyday. With a month full of love trending, I did something different. Being single is hard during this month, and as much as I cherish being single I know there are a lot of people out there who need little love just to push them and believe in themselves. I released an Instagram story saying that I’m sending handwritten notes to 10 people out there all you have to do is inbox me your address.
In 24 hours I received over 500 addresses, There was no way I could let these people go I turned ten letters into 50 letters and wrote the title message which I want to give to everyone and posted them (46 letters are sent within India and 4 to the USA) And I emailed close to 200 people, and now I’m little tired. The purpose for sure is not PR or show I’m a perfect person, but it is an actual realization, I have been dating someone or the other for last six years of my life. And now that I’m single and watching so many couples go on dates, vacations, buy each other gift, etc. is making me feel kind of lonely. And best I could do to distract myself from it was by spreading smiles on other people’s faces.
Edit. Also now that the title “algo-puzzle” is out, I remember another (probably even more) romantic thing that happened on the same Valentine’s day. When I came to my office in the morning, I found an anonymous heart-shaped note with some code in Brainfuck in it. It took me more than a day to solve it (actually, more than a month – I’m much worse at solving puzzles than at inventing them), in the end Brainfuck code revealed a link to a page with an interactive map of our office, with hints on every room, and that lead me to the freezer with my favorite chocolates in it. Alas, I still don’t know the identity of the author, except for the (obvious) thing that he speaks Russian and has access to Microsoft buildings.
Back in 2004, when I used to work at Macy’s in the Beverly Center selling women’s shoes, Valentines was coming up. Being young and title , I wanted to impress the girl of my dreams, so I used 100% of my paycheck to buy her a Coach purse, Chanel sunglasses or Coach shoes. It’s been such a long time, I really don’t remember, however it was probably a combination of these things with some flowers or chocolate. We weren’t even together at the time, but I was head over heels for her. My mommy saw me buy all the gifts since I kept them at home. As Valentine’s came, her boyfriend, who was fifteen years younger than her and worked at a host bar (the place where guys dance on stage and take off their clothes for money), decided that he wasn’t going to get her anything. I never thought I was supposed to get my mommy anything, because it was Valentine’s day, not Mother’s day. So, since we both didn’t get her any gifts, my mommy ended up getting absolutely nothing.