We went to Kris' place. We took a cab through the thick stubborn traffic. It took us about half an hour. The surrounding mountains were getting closer and closer. Shris said, now we walk. So, we started walking towards the mountains. Nagarjuna was right atop us, but she would not say we have reached Kris' new house, we just kept on walking towards the mountains. I kidded – don’t tell me we need to go behind those mountains.
After a long long walk passing all the houses and the enquiring faces along the path, she says…I think we are on the right track. We still kept on walking and after another 10 mins she says…the tracks and the surrounding are changed, but I think we are on the right track because there is not other road near here. So, we kept on walking until we bumped our heads to the mountain, and we reached Kris’ new home.
Was I surprised when I went on her terrace!
If I stretched my hand… I could have touched the green mountains... It’s a half hour trek to Ichangu Gumba, Kris said behind me. I could see three layers of mountain…and the almost full Moon just above the Swayumbhu’s Danda. Gorgeous place to be boss…just behind, you could rest on the mountains to see the Ktm valley rolled out in front of you.
In the same city, yet far away, it was a separate world to be in. I am definitely making a second trip to Kris place!
Friday, June 29, 2007
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kris
We are to visit a new friend today.
New friend as in one who is made recently.
She has a new house built. She has gone to the details of choosing the color of tiles for the bathroom, she buys her own door knob and the color for different rooms.
I plan to visit her today with Shris who has been accompanying her to few of her shopping trips.
It seems a little out of context for kids in mid 20s to be hopping around hardware store asking for door knobs and bolts, paint, paint brushes and white cement. She was involved upto the brick-wala, the rod-wala to the roda-wala.
Well well, with a kid on hand and a pressured hectic job all day long, that is hell of a task to accomplish when the hubby's on duty to some other country.
Kudos to Kris!! through humble reach of my blogpost....
Writing Kris reminds me of the flying Krissh.. hmm....
New friend as in one who is made recently.
She has a new house built. She has gone to the details of choosing the color of tiles for the bathroom, she buys her own door knob and the color for different rooms.
I plan to visit her today with Shris who has been accompanying her to few of her shopping trips.
It seems a little out of context for kids in mid 20s to be hopping around hardware store asking for door knobs and bolts, paint, paint brushes and white cement. She was involved upto the brick-wala, the rod-wala to the roda-wala.
Well well, with a kid on hand and a pressured hectic job all day long, that is hell of a task to accomplish when the hubby's on duty to some other country.
Kudos to Kris!! through humble reach of my blogpost....
Writing Kris reminds me of the flying Krissh.. hmm....
Thursday, June 28, 2007
wonder
i smtimes wonder at the various perspectives in life there and how how how little we know about it......
the tininess of man's mind to store, understand, comprehend and analyze knowledge on one hand and the vastness of man's mind as in - 'the brain is wider than the sky' on the other hand.... amazes me to the two distinctly opposite relative quality of the same thing............
philosophy starts with wonder...someone had said...
it is the questioning mind... philosophy is the start and end to any faculty of knowledge...
it exists and starts beyond the realm of all knowledge.... it is metaphysical...transcendental....
whist some say philosophy is a past time of the idle mind... it's about inconsequential discussions...
here too is a distinctly opposite perception of the same subject....
i wonder.
the tininess of man's mind to store, understand, comprehend and analyze knowledge on one hand and the vastness of man's mind as in - 'the brain is wider than the sky' on the other hand.... amazes me to the two distinctly opposite relative quality of the same thing............
philosophy starts with wonder...someone had said...
it is the questioning mind... philosophy is the start and end to any faculty of knowledge...
it exists and starts beyond the realm of all knowledge.... it is metaphysical...transcendental....
whist some say philosophy is a past time of the idle mind... it's about inconsequential discussions...
here too is a distinctly opposite perception of the same subject....
i wonder.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
tired
the pencil case stands grey
with all the pencils to be sharpened...looking fray..
will you not sharpen me to the sharpest lead...
hya.....
too tired to think anything...
too tired to write anything...
days and days gone by..to you..
what do i get at the end?
experience?
with all the pencils to be sharpened...looking fray..
will you not sharpen me to the sharpest lead...
hya.....
too tired to think anything...
too tired to write anything...
days and days gone by..to you..
what do i get at the end?
experience?
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Spools of thought
There are times when you feel that the whole world is against you. We feel conscious of how we dress, what we wear, what we speak and how we behave in front of and with others. And there are times when you are in the mood to damn care of the world that surround you - oblivious of it, you do what you like. These are the times when you feel a breeze of freedom to taste what your palate likes and to be amongst people that you love. Lots of thing brings this second stage of mind at play. Being in love, reading some spiritual writings, reading philosophy, having a level of consciousness from all these things and of course a little thought - common sense.
However, there is one thing that binds us to the first fear of being conscious of the world at large. It is the bonding that we have in this world by way of association to various people and the liking and the loving we have for each other. I need this job, thus, I need to dress correctly, speak correctly and smile correctly, coz if I don't then I could lose this job which would mean I will not be able to give my loved one what I promised. Now, if the love, like or the attachments hadn't been there at the first place, all the other further attachments brought from it would have been spared.
This brings me to another spool of thought. If we like each other, why is there a necessary element of expectation? He loves me, thus he will do this for me, he will buy me this, he will say this or wear this or see this or be this. If we all love, like or have acquaintances without any expectation, without any ifs and buts, I believe my first two paragraphs would stand in vain. If we are all able to love and like each other without any expectations, without the obligations and the feeling of being bound to a relationship, the meaning of everything else would change I guess.
Relationships, love, liking for each other - should be capable of setting you free, and not binding you. Expectations are one strong reason that gives the feeling of burden to a relationship. Possessiveness is another factor, I think. It makes a relationship strenuous. A father being possessive of a daughter, a girlfriend of a boyfriend, a sister of her brother, a master of its pet, is a hindrance to feeling free and loving in its pure sense.
However, there is one thing that binds us to the first fear of being conscious of the world at large. It is the bonding that we have in this world by way of association to various people and the liking and the loving we have for each other. I need this job, thus, I need to dress correctly, speak correctly and smile correctly, coz if I don't then I could lose this job which would mean I will not be able to give my loved one what I promised. Now, if the love, like or the attachments hadn't been there at the first place, all the other further attachments brought from it would have been spared.
This brings me to another spool of thought. If we like each other, why is there a necessary element of expectation? He loves me, thus he will do this for me, he will buy me this, he will say this or wear this or see this or be this. If we all love, like or have acquaintances without any expectation, without any ifs and buts, I believe my first two paragraphs would stand in vain. If we are all able to love and like each other without any expectations, without the obligations and the feeling of being bound to a relationship, the meaning of everything else would change I guess.
Relationships, love, liking for each other - should be capable of setting you free, and not binding you. Expectations are one strong reason that gives the feeling of burden to a relationship. Possessiveness is another factor, I think. It makes a relationship strenuous. A father being possessive of a daughter, a girlfriend of a boyfriend, a sister of her brother, a master of its pet, is a hindrance to feeling free and loving in its pure sense.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
silver
smone Chinese thinker had said......
those who know do not speak.
those who speak do not know.
hm...
thought provoking.
the politics of the country is going for a toss surely,
with fuzzy statements like the ones our PM make.
and with all the haywire vibes that is coming out of the alliance.
hopefully the elections happen as stated, and let us expect a frutiful budget.
that's about it for now on that front. Wish we could help. We are helping in someway, that's what i feel.....by doing whatever we do.
BBC is gaga about happiness this month.... which reminds me of a prjt we undertook to gauge happiness during college days. like always i think i will end up watching the promos and not the actual program on BBC...
i smhow picked up a bk on Lenin sterday nite - midnite to be exact. it's interesting... how he got into the mainstream after his brother was hanged. He was just 23.
last week i opened my drawer after long .... to clean it.
to my utter disgust.....no, i didn't find baby rats as i did once.........
i found that all my silver trinklets had reacted with one of my tablets and gone black....damn! how careless .......
so, could anyone suggest how to get them back to shape? .....shining? would be a gr8 help to see them white.
those who know do not speak.
those who speak do not know.
hm...
thought provoking.
the politics of the country is going for a toss surely,
with fuzzy statements like the ones our PM make.
and with all the haywire vibes that is coming out of the alliance.
hopefully the elections happen as stated, and let us expect a frutiful budget.
that's about it for now on that front. Wish we could help. We are helping in someway, that's what i feel.....by doing whatever we do.
BBC is gaga about happiness this month.... which reminds me of a prjt we undertook to gauge happiness during college days. like always i think i will end up watching the promos and not the actual program on BBC...
i smhow picked up a bk on Lenin sterday nite - midnite to be exact. it's interesting... how he got into the mainstream after his brother was hanged. He was just 23.
last week i opened my drawer after long .... to clean it.
to my utter disgust.....no, i didn't find baby rats as i did once.........
i found that all my silver trinklets had reacted with one of my tablets and gone black....damn! how careless .......
so, could anyone suggest how to get them back to shape? .....shining? would be a gr8 help to see them white.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Not just talking
Sometimes i feel i will never ever learn the art of communication.
Art... yes, i truly believe it's an art because more I think of communicating it right, the more hotch-potched it becomes and I end up with a potpourri of juggled thoughts in both my and the receiver's mind.
Practice does help. But i believe good communication comes naturally to a person. Some people just relate to you and the mass and all the people without much effort - or so it seems.
While some like me, just fumble at the next call or the next presentation or the next meeting and an encounter or a compliment or the next thank you and the next sorry - to mumble at myself post the whatever encounter, that i could have or should have said something else, reacted somehow differently or used this word or that...and it's useless basically at that point of time. Because situations like these occur at 'the' moment and 5 minutes later, you are back with the audience wondering how you spoke or the handset is down and you go back to the conversation to ruminate whether you used the right words. I said sorry to a colleague of mine and after the whole episode it seemed to me that it was not enough and that i sounded a lil arrogant or my posture was not right.
On hindsight it seems i should have thought of 'how to do it' beforehand...but it's just not practical and possible to do it for every meeting you gonna encounter on way to the restroom.
It's a frequent thing of mine at the lunch table of the variety of people i meet - how am i to start the conversation, and once i start it how to end it?
I don't think this is a common issue for all and i am fed up of talking the weather and the movies with every other person i meet.
More so, i wonder at, and pity the people around me :)
Art... yes, i truly believe it's an art because more I think of communicating it right, the more hotch-potched it becomes and I end up with a potpourri of juggled thoughts in both my and the receiver's mind.
Practice does help. But i believe good communication comes naturally to a person. Some people just relate to you and the mass and all the people without much effort - or so it seems.
While some like me, just fumble at the next call or the next presentation or the next meeting and an encounter or a compliment or the next thank you and the next sorry - to mumble at myself post the whatever encounter, that i could have or should have said something else, reacted somehow differently or used this word or that...and it's useless basically at that point of time. Because situations like these occur at 'the' moment and 5 minutes later, you are back with the audience wondering how you spoke or the handset is down and you go back to the conversation to ruminate whether you used the right words. I said sorry to a colleague of mine and after the whole episode it seemed to me that it was not enough and that i sounded a lil arrogant or my posture was not right.
On hindsight it seems i should have thought of 'how to do it' beforehand...but it's just not practical and possible to do it for every meeting you gonna encounter on way to the restroom.
It's a frequent thing of mine at the lunch table of the variety of people i meet - how am i to start the conversation, and once i start it how to end it?
I don't think this is a common issue for all and i am fed up of talking the weather and the movies with every other person i meet.
More so, i wonder at, and pity the people around me :)
Monday, June 18, 2007
chit-chat
okay!
so dear tell me what's up.
where shall i start my talk?
what would you talk to a person that knows everything about you....
has known you since maybe 10yrs...
you live in the same town and work at the same joint......
you basically see each other grow each day...inch by inch...
yet you will talk to each other.........
okay!
dear so tell me...what's up?
with coffee and a muffin in a tray i walk through the spread of others in queue...
here we are... did you want anything else? i thought you'd like muffin.....
because you know, i like muffin.....warm - heated - muffin.....
and there is that silly smile on the face.....forced out on her face.... basically....
which means why the courtesy when you do it your way.......
okay dear,
so tell me, what's up?
how was the movie.....did you like it? she is sipping coffee so i presume she doesn't have the time to speak.
i fill in for her....
personally, i didn't like it.....the second half was pathetic.....
the starting had signs of a different hindi movie...the concept of superman and diana and lara speaking french....but it's pathetic...btw how did you like it?
she was now busy with the muffin so i thought let's move into something else...
you havent' told me how you like my new bag....
i was looking for a brown one....but this green is different, isn't it?
i don't know i have this fascination for green...
many people say...it's a sign of jealousy...but i think it is just the color of nature....
so unassuming.....
and, you wanted to have an ice cream too didn't you?
but, with coffee...it wouldn't go that well....nah?
why not we have a pastry instead?
blackforest? i think that's your favorite too...huh?
two blackforests please....
okay dear tell me.......what's up?
ah, she is speaking finally. but she is too good.
She said - nothing. you tell me.
What pleasure!
so dear tell me what's up.
where shall i start my talk?
what would you talk to a person that knows everything about you....
has known you since maybe 10yrs...
you live in the same town and work at the same joint......
you basically see each other grow each day...inch by inch...
yet you will talk to each other.........
okay!
dear so tell me...what's up?
with coffee and a muffin in a tray i walk through the spread of others in queue...
here we are... did you want anything else? i thought you'd like muffin.....
because you know, i like muffin.....warm - heated - muffin.....
and there is that silly smile on the face.....forced out on her face.... basically....
which means why the courtesy when you do it your way.......
okay dear,
so tell me, what's up?
how was the movie.....did you like it? she is sipping coffee so i presume she doesn't have the time to speak.
i fill in for her....
personally, i didn't like it.....the second half was pathetic.....
the starting had signs of a different hindi movie...the concept of superman and diana and lara speaking french....but it's pathetic...btw how did you like it?
she was now busy with the muffin so i thought let's move into something else...
you havent' told me how you like my new bag....
i was looking for a brown one....but this green is different, isn't it?
i don't know i have this fascination for green...
many people say...it's a sign of jealousy...but i think it is just the color of nature....
so unassuming.....
and, you wanted to have an ice cream too didn't you?
but, with coffee...it wouldn't go that well....nah?
why not we have a pastry instead?
blackforest? i think that's your favorite too...huh?
two blackforests please....
okay dear tell me.......what's up?
ah, she is speaking finally. but she is too good.
She said - nothing. you tell me.
What pleasure!
Thursday, June 14, 2007
disarrayed thoughts
Do you have the urge to tear apart and see what's inside this screen in front of you?
Would you like to go in-in-inside the electric wires to see how the electricity actually flows?
I would love to see the electric impulses passing through the brain cells as a person thinks........
It would be well nice......
Would you like to go in-in-inside the electric wires to see how the electricity actually flows?
I would love to see the electric impulses passing through the brain cells as a person thinks........
It would be well nice......
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Sorry
In anguish and pain you moan to me,
I strive hard to listen --
Silence I see
Whispers I feel
Pitch black is what i hear
Hello?
I pain to unfathom the meaning of you,
I strive to understand the whispers and clue.
Which language you speak, my friend to me?
What words you say that strike empty ears?
A new thought dawns on me --
Maybe it's me, not you at fault-
I have been rather deaf all along.
I strive hard to listen --
Silence I see
Whispers I feel
Pitch black is what i hear
Hello?
I pain to unfathom the meaning of you,
I strive to understand the whispers and clue.
Which language you speak, my friend to me?
What words you say that strike empty ears?
A new thought dawns on me --
Maybe it's me, not you at fault-
I have been rather deaf all along.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Contemplation
Sometime ago i used to have this thought -
that when someone wants to go away from you for some reason......
i should let that person go.....
because i always thought it is a temporary drift...a common phenomenon with everyone...
and if we have a very strong bonding between us...nothing will change.
This has changed in the last few days, i guess.
I feel I am shaken from within.... i feel more scared of losing a dear one....
and i suddenly realize that it makes you weak.
Love makes you weak. Ties make you weak.
But that should not be the reason we should stop loving, i guess.
Confusion.
that when someone wants to go away from you for some reason......
i should let that person go.....
because i always thought it is a temporary drift...a common phenomenon with everyone...
and if we have a very strong bonding between us...nothing will change.
This has changed in the last few days, i guess.
I feel I am shaken from within.... i feel more scared of losing a dear one....
and i suddenly realize that it makes you weak.
Love makes you weak. Ties make you weak.
But that should not be the reason we should stop loving, i guess.
Confusion.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
The Bride
Well, well, well..................
So it seems i didn't wish someone on her b'day.......damn!
Anyways, here's a small write up i sent for her sometime back...
Many people have commented on these...but i have not had the energy, time and the will to change what i first wrote.....so, here's 'the bride' for you.......on the Bride's Birthday.......
Happy B'day dear!
I attended one of my friend's wedding for the first time ever. Not that I have not attended any marriages, nor is it that none of my friend's got married and I have not attended any of them. I have attended quite a few weddings of my friends. But this is the first time I ever stayed the whole full fledged damn week with her – before, during and after her marriage – day in and day out. In a sense, it was one my longest social excursions to the so called society and people – and the world of uncles, aunts and grandmoms and granddads. Rituals, rules, respect, norms were staple and I can't deny that I missed my independence quite a many times during my five day stay there.
Among the many things I realized, like the complicacy of the food and the various levels of relationships that exist in a big extended family, the extent of expenditure and preparation one has to make, the most exalting thing that dawned on me was – How one could know everything about a person during her marriage. I realized that if one has to really know a person inside out, see her in all colors of life – it is this one occasion that gives you the opportunity. I will never forget this friend of mine because I saw her through the most important, the most extensive event of her life. I saw every bit of her. I saw her in her deepest distress – when her mother fainted. I saw her in her best moods – with her beloved on the phone– with her see-you-soon tone. I saw her dance and I heard her sing. I saw her early mornings and midnights. I saw her gobble and weaken through a fast. I saw her choose her best clothes and pick the jewelries. I saw her being blessed by her parents and saw her give untiring smiles to end number of neighbors – whom she had never met and whom she knows she will never meet again. I saw her cry on leaving her two lovely sisters behind and I saw her yearn for some more chowmein – that she so loves. I saw her spend – and restrain. I could feel the love in her, the irritation and her nervousness. She wished for something she could not have, she gave away what she treasured.
Myriad of colors, mixture of sweet scents, and mosaic of joyous emotions – it is all about marriage. People, people and more people. Best of food and drinks, dazzling lights, and scintillating music– laughter, extravagance, space, energy and jubilance – it's all about marriage. Amongst this crowd and clamor, chaos and order, it is just one person among all, who goes through extreme emotional stages in such a short period of time, such a drastic and dramatic change – to be uprooted from one family, one culture, one place, and one surrounding to a new world – and it is the Bride. To be the only friend of the bride throughout her marriage is one experience I would never forget. I would never forget this girl who went off crying – in her best dress she wore for her best man. At the end of it all, I had seen it all.
When I picture her today, I ask myself – what else do I need to know about her when I have known her this close? Surprisingly, I get my answer in an instant.
What I know – what I think I understand – is a bride. Bride – I smile at myself, bride - reflection of everything new and fresh – bride – the beginning of a new journey and a new life, a new family, novel surroundings, fresh thoughts, emerging emotions. All my pride and satisfaction of having known a person so deep fizzles out in seconds.
I realize what I saw in the Bride – were questions she reflected in her nervousness, the joys for being so near to the answers, dances and songs for a better and beautiful life, emotions for treading into the unknown, fear of losing the identity she has. But I have not known the person after the beginning. I have not opened the book but its cover. Is she still scared and nervous? Is she happy with her new life and the new found love? Has she made new friends, did she miss her family and her two lovely sisters? Does she belong? Has she found herself? Was all the jubilation worth it after all? Has she found the answers to all her apprehensions, and is she happy? Flick of a thought, I feel as if I am starting a new thriller book, or the latest movie released.
Bride – I scoff myself – and I thought I understood her!
So it seems i didn't wish someone on her b'day.......damn!
Anyways, here's a small write up i sent for her sometime back...
Many people have commented on these...but i have not had the energy, time and the will to change what i first wrote.....so, here's 'the bride' for you.......on the Bride's Birthday.......
Happy B'day dear!
The Bride
I attended one of my friend's wedding for the first time ever. Not that I have not attended any marriages, nor is it that none of my friend's got married and I have not attended any of them. I have attended quite a few weddings of my friends. But this is the first time I ever stayed the whole full fledged damn week with her – before, during and after her marriage – day in and day out. In a sense, it was one my longest social excursions to the so called society and people – and the world of uncles, aunts and grandmoms and granddads. Rituals, rules, respect, norms were staple and I can't deny that I missed my independence quite a many times during my five day stay there.
Among the many things I realized, like the complicacy of the food and the various levels of relationships that exist in a big extended family, the extent of expenditure and preparation one has to make, the most exalting thing that dawned on me was – How one could know everything about a person during her marriage. I realized that if one has to really know a person inside out, see her in all colors of life – it is this one occasion that gives you the opportunity. I will never forget this friend of mine because I saw her through the most important, the most extensive event of her life. I saw every bit of her. I saw her in her deepest distress – when her mother fainted. I saw her in her best moods – with her beloved on the phone– with her see-you-soon tone. I saw her dance and I heard her sing. I saw her early mornings and midnights. I saw her gobble and weaken through a fast. I saw her choose her best clothes and pick the jewelries. I saw her being blessed by her parents and saw her give untiring smiles to end number of neighbors – whom she had never met and whom she knows she will never meet again. I saw her cry on leaving her two lovely sisters behind and I saw her yearn for some more chowmein – that she so loves. I saw her spend – and restrain. I could feel the love in her, the irritation and her nervousness. She wished for something she could not have, she gave away what she treasured.
Myriad of colors, mixture of sweet scents, and mosaic of joyous emotions – it is all about marriage. People, people and more people. Best of food and drinks, dazzling lights, and scintillating music– laughter, extravagance, space, energy and jubilance – it's all about marriage. Amongst this crowd and clamor, chaos and order, it is just one person among all, who goes through extreme emotional stages in such a short period of time, such a drastic and dramatic change – to be uprooted from one family, one culture, one place, and one surrounding to a new world – and it is the Bride. To be the only friend of the bride throughout her marriage is one experience I would never forget. I would never forget this girl who went off crying – in her best dress she wore for her best man. At the end of it all, I had seen it all.
When I picture her today, I ask myself – what else do I need to know about her when I have known her this close? Surprisingly, I get my answer in an instant.
What I know – what I think I understand – is a bride. Bride – I smile at myself, bride - reflection of everything new and fresh – bride – the beginning of a new journey and a new life, a new family, novel surroundings, fresh thoughts, emerging emotions. All my pride and satisfaction of having known a person so deep fizzles out in seconds.
I realize what I saw in the Bride – were questions she reflected in her nervousness, the joys for being so near to the answers, dances and songs for a better and beautiful life, emotions for treading into the unknown, fear of losing the identity she has. But I have not known the person after the beginning. I have not opened the book but its cover. Is she still scared and nervous? Is she happy with her new life and the new found love? Has she made new friends, did she miss her family and her two lovely sisters? Does she belong? Has she found herself? Was all the jubilation worth it after all? Has she found the answers to all her apprehensions, and is she happy? Flick of a thought, I feel as if I am starting a new thriller book, or the latest movie released.
Bride – I scoff myself – and I thought I understood her!
mindless thoughts
bogged down with work...
too much oily eating...
too much i-scream..u-scream...all of us scream....
too much ice-cream
shouting slogans atop the bus...
shouting slogans burning tyres...
at a Frooti Dharna karyakram...
waiting for the phone to ring...impatiently...no, it wouldn't ring...
oh! had to call someone...
'runaway' feels creeping in.....where to?
only available place is the restroom or beneath your own desk....
okie, have asked out a fren for lunch...
thoda fagging....very little eating...
June!
'She was born on first of june...that's why she is called Juni,
didn't you wish her on her b'day?'
wot?!
civilizational confinemnets.... a person has too many affiliations...
it is not just to judge a person on one strong affiliation...hmm....
religion, caste, creed, color of skin, part of the world...
like a muslim or an asian or a hindu or a women or a greek or american or bong..
'all the whites are white due to de-pigmentation, you know that nah?'
hmm..
'so why are they thought to be superior..? they don't have better brains than asians?'
no idea.. let's not talk racial stuff ... okay?
'hmm.. ... ... had your lunch?.. .. too oily food nah?'
hmm... n masala..lots.
too much oily eating...
too much i-scream..u-scream...all of us scream....
too much ice-cream
shouting slogans atop the bus...
shouting slogans burning tyres...
at a Frooti Dharna karyakram...
waiting for the phone to ring...impatiently...no, it wouldn't ring...
oh! had to call someone...
'runaway' feels creeping in.....where to?
only available place is the restroom or beneath your own desk....
okie, have asked out a fren for lunch...
thoda fagging....very little eating...
June!
'She was born on first of june...that's why she is called Juni,
didn't you wish her on her b'day?'
wot?!
civilizational confinemnets.... a person has too many affiliations...
it is not just to judge a person on one strong affiliation...hmm....
religion, caste, creed, color of skin, part of the world...
like a muslim or an asian or a hindu or a women or a greek or american or bong..
'all the whites are white due to de-pigmentation, you know that nah?'
hmm..
'so why are they thought to be superior..? they don't have better brains than asians?'
no idea.. let's not talk racial stuff ... okay?
'hmm.. ... ... had your lunch?.. .. too oily food nah?'
hmm... n masala..lots.
Monday, June 04, 2007
crazy times
If you think what you were 10 years ago.... can you become that person now?
No.
Why?
Because you have replaced that person that was there 10years ago.
You are where you were 10years ago.
It is not the time that is moving..........
it is you...who are changing.
There is - no time.
There is just one time - that is now.
You change but you refer to the time as change.
wot?
think about it.
No.
Why?
Because you have replaced that person that was there 10years ago.
You are where you were 10years ago.
It is not the time that is moving..........
it is you...who are changing.
There is - no time.
There is just one time - that is now.
You change but you refer to the time as change.
wot?
think about it.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
ramble on june
****!
I wrote a long post before this... under the same title...
Just when I started to enjoy writing it, p!ok! I pressed some unwanted keys on the keyboard and the whole damn post disappears not to be found listed anywhere!! Great... how dumber can I get...!!
I was basically rambling about my friends in that write up....
It’s so pathetic....
And the economy of Nepal in general....
On how the so called 'optimists' see the economic happenings as a new start and stuff....
i don't see where the new start is, when the petrol lines get longer by the day, and the huge debts yet to be paid back to IOC...
I may sound a perfect pessimist here...but the garment production units shifted to nearby India have taken away quite a thousand jobs with them...
Market growth's likely to be down-forecasted.... inflation is likely to go up and up....
No, we don't yet have a stable government in place...
The only hopeful industry at a glance seems to be Tourism...even with a double digit growth over last year, i don't see a great thing there...the base was already so low...
All I see quite disappointingly is a group of travelers all set to start their journey... fumbling with a compass on their palm! Let alone, know the direction. So, whoever's had the conception or misconception that the economy has taken a jump start...humble request to pls rethink.
But the hopes are high yes, with the travelers having come together keen to move ahead...which was a rare sight a few months back.
So, all the best for a new start.
I wrote a long post before this... under the same title...
Just when I started to enjoy writing it, p!ok! I pressed some unwanted keys on the keyboard and the whole damn post disappears not to be found listed anywhere!! Great... how dumber can I get...!!
I was basically rambling about my friends in that write up....
It’s so pathetic....
And the economy of Nepal in general....
On how the so called 'optimists' see the economic happenings as a new start and stuff....
i don't see where the new start is, when the petrol lines get longer by the day, and the huge debts yet to be paid back to IOC...
I may sound a perfect pessimist here...but the garment production units shifted to nearby India have taken away quite a thousand jobs with them...
Market growth's likely to be down-forecasted.... inflation is likely to go up and up....
No, we don't yet have a stable government in place...
The only hopeful industry at a glance seems to be Tourism...even with a double digit growth over last year, i don't see a great thing there...the base was already so low...
All I see quite disappointingly is a group of travelers all set to start their journey... fumbling with a compass on their palm! Let alone, know the direction. So, whoever's had the conception or misconception that the economy has taken a jump start...humble request to pls rethink.
But the hopes are high yes, with the travelers having come together keen to move ahead...which was a rare sight a few months back.
So, all the best for a new start.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Expression
Someone told me to be expressive of my feelings on the blog. Hm..interesting.
Be expressive.
I have got a lot more than one comment on myself at being un-expressive.
It is something that doesn’t come naturally to me. Some one just introduced to me asked whether I had a tormented childhood, for my fear of expression. I laughed at the person and said, Excuse me?
A close friend of mine got completely disgusted with me last week - of my expressionless face.
It's difficult dealing with you - she said, I could have never guessed.
Expressions have been a subject of much debate and discussion in the spiritual and the philosophical world too. Hinduism maintains that an individual should control the 10 indriyas - suppress the feelings and emotions that come out of it and devote oneself to God. That is an aide towards Nirvana, to spiritual cleansing.
I believe this is where the Hindu-istic thinking and the modern western thoughts differ.. the latter being more pro-expression in every field they enter into. Freedom of thought, expression, independence, individual rights.. all go in the same direction. Much of chaos, laxity, and loose character are the bi-products of a too free society, I guess. Both have their positives and negatives on the weighing scale.
Finding a mid-way - a balanced character, I think is the challenge to our minds today.
Be expressive.
I have got a lot more than one comment on myself at being un-expressive.
It is something that doesn’t come naturally to me. Some one just introduced to me asked whether I had a tormented childhood, for my fear of expression. I laughed at the person and said, Excuse me?
A close friend of mine got completely disgusted with me last week - of my expressionless face.
It's difficult dealing with you - she said, I could have never guessed.
Expressions have been a subject of much debate and discussion in the spiritual and the philosophical world too. Hinduism maintains that an individual should control the 10 indriyas - suppress the feelings and emotions that come out of it and devote oneself to God. That is an aide towards Nirvana, to spiritual cleansing.
I believe this is where the Hindu-istic thinking and the modern western thoughts differ.. the latter being more pro-expression in every field they enter into. Freedom of thought, expression, independence, individual rights.. all go in the same direction. Much of chaos, laxity, and loose character are the bi-products of a too free society, I guess. Both have their positives and negatives on the weighing scale.
Finding a mid-way - a balanced character, I think is the challenge to our minds today.
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