In Defense of Jung Hwan #TeamJungHwan Forever

I am impassioned, Impassioned and slightly ticked of. Ticked off enough to write this post, with the cursor roaming all over the screen because it is just as impassioned as me ( or maybe we are just having technical difficulties with the mouse .. not sure which )

In any case, back to my ticked-ness, I have just completed watching Reply 1988, or R88 as its known now, and I absolutely loved it, except for the 1 part – Great story ( except for the one story flaw), amazing Cast ( except for the one thing in the story ) and one delightful OST ( except for the part where you know what happens in the story) and fantastic writing ( except for that one part)

*SPOILERS* Proceed with caution, although at this point, I am sure everyone knows what just happened, and literally that’s the expression that everyone who has been following this drama is walking around with.. What Just Happened. ( retreats to corner…cries)

I would’ve posted my rage and my anger and my heartbreak on one of the drama forums, only I am ever so slightly worried of the other people coming at me, so for my safety and sanity I will post it here.. in the privacy of my very public blog ( I am sure it will be fine)

Jung Hwan.. This guy , this fictional character that cannot just be real, but goodness me, I wish he was, because he would be an amazing person in real life. I think the reason he has so much appeal is because RYJ played him so well,  and he seems soo relate-able and of course never in the 20 Eps, did you ever feel like he was the second lead, so it was surprising that this drama turned out the way it did


Husband Hunt aside, I loved the way this character was written, and among all, I think it was something very special. With his sense of loyalty and love for family- one that always came before everything else.

Somehow where other people saw hesitation and thought him to be a coward, I think his loyalty and friendship with CT was more important to him, enough to let go of the one thing he wanted.- He had that courage, He had that Big a heart ( I know he is a fictional character, but it didnt’t feel like that at all)

We are like that sometimes, even if everything tells you Do what you wish, and forget about everything else, follow your heart, at times its impossible to, because you are not at the same wave length as the world, and no one can entirely know  or understand your motivations .. sometimes we cannot always go after what we want.

JH was written so delicately, rough and course on the surface, inexpressive and complicated, but underneath it all, he has a gentle side to him, that cannot just help escape his whole facade and I guess that’s why everyone was rooting him, he seemed the obvious choice, and it was heartbreaking to see how it all turned out to be.

I wish he got the girl, and till the last minute I hoped for some kind of mega plot twist, but we didn’t get any. It was painful because everything was leading to that one obvious conclusion, and we didn’t get it.

Its more heartbreaking than How I met your Mother ending, and even though I cannot understand why writers like to torture their own characters and their audience so much, I do accept this is their story and its going to be the way it is.

I guess we still get SWBR as a consolation, and even though its not what we were hoping for, its better than nothing because it was all JH and DS were supposed to be *aggresive crying*

I loved the series though, considering the fact that I wasn’t even planning to watch it, not after hearing all the laments of R94, but it got me, from the very first scene, this drama got it, and it held my attention for all of the 20 eps. This writer is incredible in the way we are made to feel things and relate to situations we’ve never experienced before. I thought R97 ( my favourite of all three) was most familiar, but it was R88 that really really touched me, because it was like going back to my childhood, to the neighbourhood I spent the first 5 years of my life , and now living in a city very far from my home country , it made me realize all things I had missed, but it gave me a chance to relive that and its probably for that very reason , I’ll keep coming back to this drama, like coming back home from a vacation.

Of to marathon R88… #TeamJungHwan




Starting 2016

I like hearing people talk about their stories & their histories, incredibly they are never what you imagine them to be. We somehow always tend to judge people from the way they look and the way they seem and unfortunately from others opinions.
Some of the best people in this world are rough as sand paper, they look weird, they talk weird, but there is an undeniable sense of wisdom in them that transcends all of that. They look forgettable, but they are anything but that.
Its where respect is born.

In this part of the world, as great as it is, as luxurious and as grand as it has become, it not too difficult to see people struggling to survive, barely scrapping through.
I was talking to one of the project heads at my workplace ( he was talking.. I was listening ) and he was telling me of when he just started out, and the difficulties people have faced as a new expat, and it seems everyone has the same story, and yet it never gets old, partly because its a story of endurance and crazy faith and also partly because its something everyone has gone through.

You come to this city full of hope and a million worries on your mind, you are lost and alone, each day harder than the previous, and it seems like you always have more people to support than you are able to. You live in a house with other strangers and soon those strangers become the first among many people you will share this journey with. You work morning to night fueled by the sense of duty. There are days you don’t have money to eat, or call home. The streets are all crowded but you are overwhelmed by the sense of loneliness, but you keep going.
And after a few years of doing this again and again, you get your chance, you get your shot, a door opens, if only for a second and once you walk through and your life changes.
We’ve gone through the same struggle, for eight-nine years and I’ve always been reluctant to acknowledge it before, but if I am anything today, if there is any fire in me, or any hunger in me, it is because I’ve locked eyes with desperation, hardships and sacrifice. Its made me who I am, its showed me what Family it and it has taught what life is. Its no wonder, then that the people who go through such are always thankful for the experience- its takes a certain darkness to see the stars, it takes a certain desperation to see the grand-ness of being alive.
In the end, Human endurance always wins.. and it seems God always honors the person who works hard.

Its how I plan to go through this year, sincerity and hardwork, Now seems to be the good time to do that and years later, I hope to have my scars and my trophies to prove that I didn’t live the same year 70 times over and it all counted for something.

Happy New year ( 16 days too late.. 🙂 ) .

How’s the New Year treating you?


The Block

Sometimes I find it difficult to write, to put thought to paper, it’s even harder to paint. So you change the paper, find different pens, try changing the playlists, try writing or drawing at different times than when you used to do, previously, but nothing works.
Sometimes in life you find yourself in a place where you cannot write, or draw or play or do the things that you were used to. The words that come to you are inadequate, the paint that flows of your brushes dull, the strings on your guitar alarming.

Creativity and the process therein becomes arduous, and tedious with the inspiration and the will to do anything about it eluding you.
I guess that’s what you call a block, a place where the future path is so well hidden it’s seems like an end, but really its only a pause in time, only your frustration never really let’s you see it that way, knowing that it’ll take all your patience and all of your courage to stand at that spot waiting for the mist to clear.
Not being able to write, or draw or play is like having your close friend go away, and you’re patiently waiting, because you have this ocean of words and ideas, and images you want to show her, but you have to wait, wait until she gets back .
It’s in the waiting and in the faithfulness of your waiting, that you will find your harvest.

People say at times like these, its best to keep working, its best to remove all the dirt and run it out, until the good stuff starts bursting forth. Put in your hours, and and what you want will come back to you.

It’s a hard process,‎ a rebellion against nature, because everything you do seems to be in vain, it has no real meaning, and no significance, but it’s only in doing, and in trying, you flush out all the frustration, like the monsoon season, washing away the exhaustion, the repetition, the grease; washing out the corners of your soul, so that one day, once that is over, you can start anew.
I guess that’s what we need,‎ this is why you have to go through such processes,because ultimately its not the end of the road, just a revelation of a new one.

– The Amber Rose Diaries

Here’s to the waiting



When you have to say Goodbye

There are some moments in life you will carry with you all your life, moments of great Joy and sometimes moments of immeasurable sadness. 2 weeks ago, we had that moment in our family, when our grandfather passed away.

Nothing in life can prepare you for a moment such as this,even if you know such a time is coming. Loss is hard to describe other than experiencing it is the most hardest thing you do, rationalizing it is even worse, but our mortality demands it of us.

It is who we are.


That was the moment I came to know.

My grandad wasn’t a very extraordinary person, except probably to the people who knew him. He was a man who commanded so much respect and judging by all the people I saw crying and the grave that was completely covered in flowers & wreaths he was a man who was loved, a proof of a life well and truly sincerely lived.

There won’t be another man like My grandpa, there won’t be another one who will teach us and treat us, who would talk to us and love us like that. Its grief of the loss of the person and the loss of the relationship.

People say 85 years is  a full life, but to the ones who’ve said goodbye even a 1000 years isn’t enough, but we’ve said our goodbyes with the undying hope there will surely be inseparable reunion in heaven.

Its our faith that keeps us going.

That’s what we have to become.

Now we’re left here in the pain
Black suit black tie standing in the rain
And now my family is one again- Ed Sheeran

Here’s to life, here’s to grandfathers, here’s to being blessed with someone who makes it so hard to say goodbye


The Case for Pockets

‎As an expert in observational economics ( I just made that up and that gives me the right to be the expert) I have observed that the fashion industry functions on on the economic law known as the returns from diminishing fabric.
In other terms, ceterus paribus ( using Latin makes this more legit) more fabric equals to diminishing returns and vice versa.
In other other terms, shorter the shorts = higher price tag, longer the skirt= lower price tag, unless of course it’s Aeropostale where it has nothing to do with quality or length, more to do with how homeless you can look, the more homeless the more you pay (this is known as a economic exception)

But the fashion/garment/fabric industry is really against women, in that they believe clothes are meant for decorative purpose and not functional. ‎Decorative is important, but we need functional clothing too. Take for example pockets ( not not the useless pockets on the shirts.. no one needs those!) the ones in pants,shirts,shorts,dresses, the ones to hold stuff, like hands/phones/tabs/cameras/cards/wallets/ plates/saucers/children/ homes (ok maybe not the plates and saucers, because those are fragile) but other than that why can’t we have pants like the guys have.
Why can’t we have that? We have things that need to be put somewhere. Instead of giving us pockets, they give us fake pockets, cleverly stitching impressions of what seems to be a pocket, but in fact is only a strip of fabric made to seem like a pocket and they charge us the moon and back for it.

Where is equality? Where is consideration? Where do I do put my hands when I am trying to seem cool and making a point only I don’t have pockets and it seems like an Eminem video where he has no idea what to do with his hands, and you’re left there wondering what to do.

‎In any case I hope dear fashion industry you now know why we need deep spacious pockets, to keep the things that need keeping. Please make it happen. We’ll make it worth your while.

Till then I’ll just have to accept the false holes you’ve stitched into my pants.


Here’s to pockets and Aeropostale and observational economics