Love is in the air!

La ~ La ~ La ~ nothing like a winter holiday season in Philly. Oh, how I miss thee. I’ll be back in a week, Mr. City of Brotherly Love. I hope to continue my affair with you in 2012.


<Via Uwishunu>



So I’ve never been one on understanding the dynamics of familial relations, but I think I’m starting to get it. See, I grew up with only my two brothers and my parents in my life. The whole notion of relatives was across the world for me what I call the “motherland” (Bangladesh). So growing up and celebrating holidays meant celebrating with my parents and their friends as I awkwardly sat around in my cultural outfit trying to make conversation with the other awkwardly placed minority children. My brother’s also played a somewhat pivotal role in why I am the way I am today; they were ages ahead of me so while I was watching cartoons on Saturday mornings, they were also watching cartoons on Saturday mornings. Ok well, that’s because our maturity levels were somewhat balanced, but what I meant to say was that while I was eating Lunchables, they were out drinking at frat parties. I never really got the full idea of family and blood lines, until recently.

I was hanging out with my niece just now and I had this epiphany important enough to make me write this blog post. I realized that this little miniature version of myself was the future of this family, and a direct blood link to who I am and my history. I actually felt connected to her today in a way that I never really did with the rest of my family. I felt kinda whole, very overprotective of her, and just in love with the bond we shared as aunt and niece. I don’t know, I just felt like I had a reason to live and continue my journey through life…all the while being the best role model of an aunt I could ever be.

Love is like Atlantic City

So I was in AC this past weekend and just tried to take everything in. People sit at slot machines and tables till the wee hours of the morning, just hoping for that jackpot. I wanted to say how depressing they looked, but aren’t we all gambling our lives away waiting for our own “jackpot”? We can’t judge these old geezers sitting at these machines with their bucket of quarters, because we ourselves share that same hope. We gamble away our time and resources in order to feel the excitement of flashing lights and noises securing our win and profit. Gambling away our lives for that silver lining on our own individually wrapped cloud. We put our hearts and souls into relationships only to spin the wheel and end up left with zero credits. We find companionship and the first sign of attachment leaves us quickly printing out our tickets to cash out. Sometimes fear holds us back and we walk away. Other times we risk it all, putting in all our tokens or chips, and press that shiny, large button hoping for the best. Higher the risk, greater the return right? Is life really worth the countless hours sitting in a casino waiting for the big payoff, or should we just take the easy route and bet it all on that one roll of the those two white polka-dotted cubes?

Trying to get lucky?