The term Fembot is slowly becoming a commonly used word.

A literal definition of a Fembot is:  A robot designed to look like a woman.

On a more sociably explanation, a Fembot is a woman who
a. Loosing or rather honing her sensitivity chip
b. No longer requires marriage as a 'means to an end'; perfectly fine with a live in long term relationship..forever for many
c. Started working at a much earlier age and continues to tackle the workforce
d. Balancing work and home on a different level such as excluding emotional/sentimental decisions, environment etc.

Compared with the previous generation this new class of emerging woman usually have most of these characteristics, if not all. Point B, seems to cause much chaos because fembots require a, shall we say, ´time out´ from their relationship. Not a break, but a distanced, time frame from their SO. One where everything comes back to Zero. Their perceptive on work, their relationship and their overall definition of life/goals/objectives.

One can argue that because of the intensities of life, fembots require such a solace and that they should ease up on the demands that they put both on themselves and the demands that are put upon them. Perhaps they should redefine their thinking and outlook. But such a solution is antithesis to the entire evolution of a fembot. More specifically, doing the above is not an option because it just doesn´t seem natural...to them.

It´s important to note that being a fembot does not mean someone is extraordinary or that a modern or traditional woman has anything to compare to. Women in general are fascinating and amazing. There are various distinctions, not hierarchies, that define different genres.

There are women who come in-between the defintions of modern-traditional-fembot. Some who are more one than the others. The point is that Fembots are becoming more and more common and much more easier to spot. Its becoming easier to evolve into one as well, as I´m sure, many are coming to realize.

 

Weeks of not blogging somehow seems eons.

It is Saturday night and somehow the thought of simply resting and nesting is so completely engulfing that one doesn't even want to rise out the bed.  A hot cup of adarak (ginger) chai & a good book is all that is required. Then restlessness starts creeping in. Why? Because we're programmed to keep running. Sitting idle seems a luxury, but then becomes a burden. Sit idle and do what?
We are a nation of runners, of movers, of action - trying to accomplish a plethora of goals in small spans of time or setting up a million long term goals and endeavoring towards them. If we're not doing that, than we're thinking of what needs to be done. Mind and Body. Always. Running.  This generation is the poster child of this lifestyle.  Technology has made virtually everything simpler and more accessible, leaving minutes and hours for more things to be squeezed in. To imagine a day without a cell phone/IPOD or laptop is nerve wracking, let alone a few days of tech solitude. To even propose such actions is blasphemous to our generation. Usually a shocked reaction with wide open eyes and gaping mouth follows the insinuation. 
Born and adapted to such a life style can alter a person's reactions to new ideas, recognitions, realizations & epiphanies....if the nature of these are materialistic (job, money et al) than the individuals resort to a plan B or devise one if it doesn't already exist.  If its personal (going by a broad definition encompassing friendships) than it changes perceptions & values. When its a universal truth or metaphysical, than its rejection or assimilation. All three have profound influences on all generations, but somehow, ours adapt in a much more distinct way.  I believe that way, is to maintain the velocity to which we are running and at the same time, incorporate/assimilate/change. We just don't stop.
Which comes back to the original point. If & when we do have minutes, hours or days when somehow we've missed scheduling something in -  how do we stop from running?

Song: Runaway by IIO

Again we venture on the spokes of an eternal wheel - Terrorism. Everywhere and anyone is susceptible.  The latest headlines are spilled with information regarding the Bombay attacks at the Taj, Oberoi and numerous other places in the financial capital of the largest populated country in the world. 

The usual route, suspecting a neighboring country has been undertaken. Evidence and probing will determine what the root is. 

Digressing from this subject, is the matter of government.
In the numerous attacks that have been placed on the Motherland (ML), this is the first one (as per my awareness and perception) where the government is actually being held rigidly accountable for its part in this entire event. Every country has a corrupt government. The evidence of it, as well as the levels of occurrence, differ. In some places, its at the highest level - therefore evident in conspiracy theories and other hypotheses;  in others it's blatantly in your face.
In a country populated with politicians who switch personalities as one changes a pair of shoes, it seemed as if the norm of the country would always be that of silent acceptance (not always, but on a day to day basis...yes)  Society has deemed corruption in this part of the public sector as non alterable. 
Now, public officials have resigned because the citizens of the ML are demanding it for not taking action against threats of the beforementioned tragedy.   I'm sure this has happened before due to sporadic circumstances, but the rage of the public in this instance, seems to be resilient.  The anguish seems to have a longer shelf life than before.

A video that finally spoke the truth in a vigorous & everlasting tone:
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmJccJW_t0w&eurl=http://www.orkut.com/FavoriteVideoView.aspx?uid=2625970263584315531&ad=1228057332&uit=/Home.aspx

Corruption will not end in the ML government because as pessimistic as it sounds, it wouldn't be called a government if it didn't exist. ML is not a sovereign secluded in this concept - all countries in the world have the trait embedded in their political foundation. That is a fact, however dismal of a reality it may be.  Mayhap this will be another sporadic uprising against the corrupt public officials, only to fade away in the coming months.  Perhaps it wont be and there will be effective changes made.
Of course I tend to go back to the essence of all my perceptions - its connection with the overall world and beyond.  'Times of Change', as signaled by vigorous undertakings of the human race - environment, elections, virtual collapse of the U.S financial structure & its swirl of the world's etc. etc. etc. -  this incident and its societal/political usurping may be part and parcel of this entire 'world-changing-human-race-evolving-venture'. 

Many times I sound like an eternal delusional optimist - too much faith in the human race.  But, in light of our activities in the past decade, I don't think its unfounded.  We've made strides in various fields, from science to humanity, albeit shot down with tragedies such as the Bombay attacks, 9/11, genocide etc.,  but somehow even these broken steps have not brought down the resilient structure of evolution (Not to belittle the horrible atrocities that have happened to humans, by humans).  We've changed physically and mentally, ventured into societal and political definitions via different shapes and pieces. Now, it seems as if humanity is collectively moving in one direction - the betterment of MotherEarth and its inhabitants. 
Each paragraph of this post can be expanded into an individual blog of its own with numerous angles and opposing arguments.  This particular entry barely touches a millimeter of the iceberg.

A glimpse of the moon shatters my thoughts into a million pieces.
Tonight it seems adamant to release the thousand tears held back by misunderstood fallacies.
The glossy entity bestows its light onto a dark earth,
a victorious hero to seemingly many,
yet understood by so few.
The source of its light is not even its own,
but simply borrowed from the sun,
so the latter' responsibilities can be fulfilled when it is elsewhere.
What can be gained by glancing at this disguised, seemingly virtuous hero?
What does it ask in return?
Perhaps the opportunity to shred the realities that are themselves fantasies.
Perhaps to humble those emotions that once sought vigilance.
Or perhaps,
it is to allow the onlooker to gage their perception of a life
that is so often painful and relentless,
into a kaleidoscope of changing shapes and colors.

UGH

I have been in love with this song for the longest time.  Full blast on headphones is the only way to experience it :D