mandah:

the seasons of change...
the festive season...
tell me it's there...
now and forever...

celebrate daily smiles...
the fun and flavor...

the evenings subtle ...
and the mornings bright...

frivolous minds...
healthy smiles...
oh, naughty eyes...
tell me why...

oh, don wanna shed...
this state of mind.

the right glove

So the two of them were in search of the right glove as the title above rightly puts it. One of them was sweaty in the bright lit store and the other one cold. But both of them frantic of one common goal - finding the right glove. Now right here clearly creates a confusion - it was not the right as in "the correct one" but right as in the left and the right - the glove for the right hand. They were sure of the left one - the one they held - all chosen and decided - a sleek black leather glove - all alone on top of the rack -alone - set apart from the rest - to show it was the "chosen" one - waiting for its mate - the right one. The two of them had nothing else in mind - even if they did have smthing, it took a back seat at that moment to find the right glove. They looked for the glove among the other gloves, behind the othe gloves, beneath-under-above-between-below-beside- but the perfect match in the tiny heap of about 20pairs of gloves were not to be found. A few had already tied the knot- so that wen u thot u found the perfect match, it was already tied up with some other pair.
So as we searched for right pair, we became a lil philosophical, a lil pensive, a lil more tired, a lil irritated. Let's not buy a glove if we can't get a perfect match - said he. And the thot was contemplated - and processed - in the lil black box atop the neck. Nah - let's find the perfect match - left glove in the left hand and the right one in the right - they will be a lil different - after all, they have individual existence - their own idiosyncracies - they will be a lil different - and they will be together - that's the fun of it all - that's the joy! And the payment made, the a-lil-different-pair-of-gloves stayed in the bag contented to find the perfect match!

one word

Surely the anniversary of this li'l space is long past due...
Early morning today, i learnt the meaning of a word...zeitgeist.
i didn't know any such word was in existence. But surely it is, and quite a nice word it is... it means the spirit of the times...
Life has reached that crucial stage where one needs to make not just one but quite a few critical decisions. Decisions that would shape life forever.

there is a site called oneword.com...i have tried it a few times..it gives u certain second to write on a particular word....it's amazing how things come out of your mind in that time....it's fun to write and then to read someone's else's entry in that many seconds....

fizzy feelings

I am on my bed lying flat staring at the white ceiling. The bus whoozes towards me on the empty street, almost hits me and whoozes past me in the dark empty streets beyond. A next bus comes does the same. A motorbike, a cab, a car and a truck and the number increases as i stare at the white ceiling. And all of them almost hit me to taper into nothingness.

A fire at one end and a fool at other. I was pretty hit by that sms i got from a fren. Cigarette and a :colon and that phrase. A short sms that was, but quite solid.

Household work is the main stay for many women even today. But why do we feel so unproductive when on a puja day all we do is make diyo lights or prepare flower garlands or mithais?

smses and atms

shrtcuts r taking over the lng-routes
gve me a mssed call wen u're there.
wot? the mom asks in stark disgust.
not jus simple daily conversations like these, most momz are lost wen the kids be engrossed in the 'whose line is it anyway'z n 'hitchhiker's guide to galaxy'z ...
n the kids go bust xplaining them the sequences that it's monica who's married and ross who fell in love with rachel n it's phoebe who loves to sing...
n e ways,

todayz three:

1. cleaning cleaning...cleaning my room after such a long time... off its dust n mess
2. clicking pics with bro in the self-click mode
3. tihar shopping ... bhogatez, lakhamariz, swan-ma n masala (dry fruits)

copycat

M trying to copy smthing from a blog i came across a few weeks back. Courtsey to the blog...

Three good things today:

1. had lunch together with frens
2. the rain
3. live music

scramble

Shris has a new member in her family...a german shephard...she's called DJ - guess what it stands for ...Dashing Junior...her mom is called Dashing...
She said DJ will have her family reunion in Tihar when all her relatives who has DJ's kins will come to her place. Happy reunioun!
Bro asked me to draft a resignation letter...then i kept on thinking... how the hell does one write a resignation letter? it's a pretty irritating task for one who has never done it before.
One senior guy at work accidentally picked up my phone to praise it...but old model as it is...he couldn't say anything and said it's a nice blue... on which i replied ya, the phone's reception is good. What kind of conversation is that to pass the day?
Deep bright red... all of us three girls had deep bright red shirts on by accident... and we were telling melon he shud've had on his too... we could take a snap and frame it up to read... the redincidental day!
so tomoro could be a walk walk walking day for all-o-fuzz... something's brewing in the air...Probabale bandh ... we heard the rumour...
how can one get used to it? all of us kind of expect on the back of our minds that we'll have to walk to work in a gap of one month or so...coz it's all there...nothing of political nature has been settled ... not until the next meeting atleast... and then, all unsettled matters are brought to the streets...

cya 2moro

Too tired to post anything.

so here's a corrs lyrics ...courtesy: lyricsdomain.com

When your day is long
And the night
The night is yours alone
When you're sure you've had enough of this life
Well hang on

Don't let yourself go
Cause everybody cries
And everybody hurts
Sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong
Now it's time to sing along
(When your day is night alone)
Hold on, hold on
(If you feel like letting go)
Hold on
If you think you've had too much of this life
Well hang on

Cause everybody hurts
Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts

Don't throw your hand
Oh, no
Don't throw your hand
When you feel like you're alone
No, no, no, you're not alone

If you're on your own
In this life
The days and nights are long
When you think you've had too much
Of this life
To hang on

Well, everybody hurts
Sometimes, everybody cries
And everybody hurts
Sometimes

And everybody hurts
Sometimes

So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
(Everybody hurts
You are not alone)

pears and plums

Nice painting na? found it on blogs of note... you can even bid for it!
http://rebeccabischoff.blogspot.com/

Fruits: direct from wiki -

Fruit is a part of a tree or bush that contains seeds. It is often eaten as a food.

Most fruits we eat contain a lot of water. They contain natural sugar. They have a large amount of dietary fiber at the peel, seeds, and fibrous parts. All fruits contain iron, and they are very low in protein and fat content.

Sometimes "to bear fruit" also means "to produce results".

"Fruit" (or "rotten fruit") can also sometimes be slang for "a homosexual". I didn't know that!

Types of fruits:

• Citrus fruits
• Berry fruits
• Fleshy fruits
• Stone fruits

I found the list of berries of particular interest... didn't know there were so many types of berries! how many have you tried??

There's even Huckleberry...
nomenclature seems to have gone out of stock for any berry-berry name towards the end of the list!

Berries

Raspberries

• Blackberry, dewberry, boysenberry, and loganberry
  
• Raspberry,
  
• Cloudberry
  
• Wineberry
• Salmonberry
  
• Loganberry
  
• Thimbleberry
  

• Bearberry
• Bilberry
  
• Blueberry
  
• Crowberry
• Timberry
• Cranberry
  
• Huckleberry
  
• Lingonberry
  
• Strawberry Tree , not to be confused with the Strawberry
  

Other berries:

• Barberry
• Currant , red, black, and white types
• Elderberry
  
• Gooseberry
  
• Hackberry
  
• Honeysuckle: the berries of some species (called honeyberries) are edible, others are poisonous
  
• Mayapple
  
• Nannyberry
  
• Oregon grape
  
• Sea-buckthorn
  
• Sea Grape
  
• Wolfberry
  
• Mulberry
  

lampshades and cool green grass

That's my breakfast...
no, i am not on diet... jus love Citruses... is there a plural form to Citrus? don't know...
Anyways, back to the Cubicles (Kuh-beeh-kles) after so many days... to reply to all the greetings that came in.
This period between Dashain and Tihar is real lazy lazy days... coz there are two simultaneous things into play... one, the hangover from Dashain... other, the pre-holiday symptoms of Tihar...

Colorful Lampshades with a light evening music...
Cool wet green grass on a hot humid day...

Today was one of the most hectic days i have had in many many days... everything took place fast and furious... and had to skip lunch...
Shris jus called me on my cell... she is on the phone write now... and I listen to her day's happening...
which means i will have to go now...
have lost my power of multitasking!

What's that i smell in the air?

i read a short mail on paradigm shift by someone a few days back... and it took me back to one of my college days where we watched a video on a swiss watchmaker and how there was paradigm shift in the industry... so that the Japanese strode over them...
unrelated and insequential stuff like these were hitting my mind all morning... like i was trying to remember the lyrics of the song 'purani jeans' ... i had the whole song written down when our class sang it on the last day of school ...but had never quite understood the meaning!
the duck we were to sacrifice, bit me on my arm - an offensive snap actually... n then it was dead in a matter of minutes.... rather, it was sacrificed... i got pensive after that.. recovered a few times with a few glasses of coke....
i finally go the chance to sit down n finish 'tutor of history' sterday... i liked it unlike many comments i heard abt it.... all in all it has captured the sentiments of a Nepali... quite tastefully....
Last time i met nidhs, she commented that i had changed... haven't had a holistic conversation to find out how and to what extent....
haven't had... hadn't had... haven't had... is that right english? haven't had...if that sounds alright...should be right...
like last year... haven't touched the playing cards for a single hand this dashain.. it's difficult to resist but m learning a few techniques.... don't let others around u play, n it's easier to restrain urself... a selfish motive....but it's working...
m concentrating on using my time more productively... m reading voraciously whatever comes my way... it's necessary...coz i hardly get time to read n e other day...n there's so much to catch up... .... mom thinks i have gone crazy... sitting with a book - on a fine dashain, deserted day... ...yeh toh gayi!......for those not in kathmandu.... the roads are deserted.... shops are all closed... at least those around where i live.... very less traffic, pollution n noise....
n for those v. far off who are confused... it's nawami today... n it's tika day tomorrow!
So, Happy and Peaceful Dashami... that's all i can wish for now! Goodnite.

sterday

Was out at dinner sterday. Got a call while we were driving back - there's something outside our home. Few more calls, i find out a guy got killed in an accident with a truck on the bridge, and there are people burning tyres across the street so that no vehicle can pass.
How can anyone predict that a calm day would end like that at 10 o'clock at night? My parents were pretty worried - how are you getting home?
How do we go now? i asked my fren as she kept driving with a grave face. And the look on her face told me it was racing fast.
She took the extra pain to go on a roundabout to drop me by. Thanks to her. The bridge looked as if it was on fire. There were police and people on the road. Huh?

sparkles and smiles

wasting my time....
resting my mind....
here by the fireside
and the warm light of the love in her eyes....
(floyd)
sometimes all this seems like a dream....
as if you'd wake up one day and find urself in a different world....
n i try to imagine what that world is like...
may be this is a common feeling for all of us....
is it called deja vu? vu ja de? ja vu de?
i don't know...

we met nidhs for lunch sterday... in the middle of our conversations... her phone rang...
n by the look in her eyes , and the way she jumped to talk... i and hope everyone around too could say who it was on the other end!!
that spark in the eyes and the smile is just so revealing huh?
congrats dear!

Fud for thot

This could have been easily my fourth blank blog, wherein i come and stare at a blank screen to return untampered. And this could have been my any other day.

New Road was the most pathetic place to be in Kathmandu yesterday evening but surprizingly half the population seemed to be there - doing nothing but walking on the streets to make my every step a pain in the ***

I was telling my mom yesterday - 'Mom, you are the dream customer of every marketer'
If every customer psyche worked as vulnerable as yours, there would be no customer surveys hence. Believe me, she is excited at every corner to all the display of goods under the white tubelight. She doesn't need a repeated TVC, a jingle, an outdoor display or a POP to get her buying what she doesn't need. She will jump at the next chance to empty her wallet. That's because she has been so busy running about, she hardly has time to stop for a breath and shop for herself. 'She is so busy driving, she doesn't have time to fill gas!'

My friends, my colleauges, and my superiors at work ask me once in a while, what's your aim in life? And i look at them, my head reeling to find the perfect answer, to give them that stupid smile. I haven't thought about my life so hard to come up with an aim. I live everyday, one day and the other passes - i know i am living right. But am i going right? If after five years, i look back at this day - would i think then, i should have lived it differently - would i repent that i should have done this and not that? Frankly, i don't know. Today, do i repent at the days i spent two years back? One, i am still not that old to look back at my days or years. And, no, even if i look back, i don't. I didn't know what i'd become, where i would be. I am here and I am happy.

But if i start from a place and walk 20 kms, i'd definitely reach someplace very different. I walked a certain way, which way i don't know and i am lucky to have liked this place, but i may very easily have been crying at this day at what i am doing.

But just because i've worked hard to reach someplace doesn't mean i am on the right direction. If i'd put a direction to myself and worked that 20 kms on it to reach a certain aim i had in mind, i'd definitely have a benchmark to say whether i am happy with what i achieved, and lot of chances i'd reach a better place! But lots of us don't have an aim. We change everyday but are unaware of the direction of change - are we changing in the right direction?

Invariably we change. But just imagine that everyday change to be in the direction of the person we'd like to be 5 years hence. The conscious everyday change mentally, physically, socially, emotionally, ethically, logically - would it be the same as this directionless living we have everyday.

Where i am coming from, is the unconscious living and insensitive mind to a conscious living, and a sensitive mind - which would work towards not just an individual's happiness but also their growth. In turn, their happiness and growth would reflect the society's happiness and growth.

Conscious living could be the buzzword now, i don't know. But Ktm is definitely not on that trend. The chaotic mass of people i saw yesterday - was a disaster to all the buzz words of good living. But to end on a positive note, we will have to try. 'Turn the clock to zero...to start on a Brand New Day'. I just hope!

ramble on

As i was giving my blogspot add to a friend today, i was wondering what she would think of all the nonsensical blogs i have here... i got charged up then and there to make this place a little readworthy... which fizzled out in a few moments... no doubt.
But i am amazed at the different kinds of people we have in this world... and how each one of us have different expectations of each other, although if you ask of someone, ... they have a normal reply - i don't expect anything of this or you....
N when you actually don't do or do something that was a little wayward by your or the other person's standard, you actually get the dialogue going - i didn't expect this of you!...
which naturally diverts my mind to the more fundamental query of - what was that you expected of me... which keeps the argument going for sometime for sure.

i once started a book called The diving bell and the Butterfly... it's a fascinating book which i never got till finishing. .... it's written by a paralysed person whose only moving muscles were his left or the right eyelid (i can't remember which... i think it's the right). He dictated the whole book by blinking his eyelids to denote the alphabet he wanted written down.... that's quite a feat huh!! and the writer's a pretty accomplished fellow in his own field...
last week, i read a review on it in the TOI.... which made me reflect on so many incomplete tasks which i leave to get back to ... someday...
like learing the piano... learning to be a good swimmer, taking care of my diet and becoming more jolly....

Scenes from a Memory

too tired to write anything.... and sleepy.

listening to dream theatre, staring at the screen for some solace. The day's happening flash back to me and i feel dazed as if that wasn't me having lunch or standing on the aisle or waiting for the elevator or typing out an email. I had forgotton Oedipus was the name of a character too, 'oh, really? i never knew it', i had said.

'September is a busy month', I think as mom pour more oil on her palm to massage my head. I feel the sweet sensation of sleepiness and immense feel of tiredness and relaxation as she moves her hand on my scalp. I stare at the ET on my lap as she does it, trying to read the cartoon bubble - it then strikes me that it's weekend in India. I remember my unturned pages of THT that I forgot on my desktop, i visualize it all alone in the darkrooms on the 3rd floor.... tomorrow it's perishable already... it takes me to the QT classes where we calculated the average number of days to keep a perishable item ... and try to validate it with a daily newspaper....

gudnite.

Oh!gust

How was August?
Usual.
The month saw inflation peaking more than nine percent. It saw fluctuating stock prices, not that the stock exchange is so active here, still. The number of tourists increased. The monetrary policy was revised. Price hike in petroleum was taken back after two days of demonstrations and vandalism. Few other demonstrations took place each day in the valley which created disturbances in various parts of the city. August saw a few gold medals for the country. The winners rode through the city with praise and accolades in garland and tika. UN demanded a more systematic way of management of arms from both sides. August saw the draft constitution which was not well appreciated by few other constitutional experts, should i say? Last but not the least, the month end gave the depressing news to ready us for September - NEA is running at losses and we need to buy candles for the load shedded evenings.

What message is the authority giving us? If you demonstrate enough, like tapasya and the bardan from Mahadeva, you get what you wish for, is it? Don't take the policy as it comes out... wait for a revision? I can't believe a person can get used to such stuff... it's difficult to remember the rules already. Did someone ask for a strong political opinion?

Featured above: August sunset, terrace ropelines

flux

If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is present, does it make a sound?
I was flipping through my old books on advertising and i found the above line underlined in pencil. I must have liked it pretty well to have done so.

I sometimes wonder how people can write such philosophical lines which make you actually pause for a while and think, and make dumb people like me go - wow, solid man!

I wonder a lot actually.
It would have been a compliment, if it was said in a more positive way. Some great thinker once said - all philosophy begins with wonder.

The other thing i wondered about a few days back is how people like Richard Branson could be foolish enough to go on a balloon ride risking such precious life... but again, i got the answer after a pauseful think, to satisfy my own wonderings.... which i found on the title of his book - Screw it, Just Do it! , and my dumb mind said - that's why he went up on the balloon.

Those are big things i wonder about...but the small mind as i have, sometimes wonder about the smallest things...

food:
why do tasty food make us fat? or is it tasty becasue it makes us fat? or more probingly, why don't we like being fat? isn't it just the social norm to be slim and trim? why is the social norm like that? is it because it's more healthy to be slim and healthy? then why do people make tasty food that make us fat? shouldn't it be banned?
like movies which are not shown publicly
or books which corrupt the mind
or political opinions that are too leftist?

Give up at this point. you can continue if you like... it's just the question upon question. wondering over wondering.

Vegetables:
one of my friends term those people who don't stop-by-to-think as 'veggies' - which precisely remind me of bringles - you can think of any vegetable u like, i think of bringles because it's not my favorite food item... ... and i wonder whether it's justified to call these people who don't think on common sense issues as veggies - because you never know - maybe vegetables do think!!

Give up at this point, you can continue if you like ... but it's absurd... it's so absurd that i feel like deleting the whole thing so as not to embarass myself.

Oranges:
the other thing i wonder about are oranges.. and why there are not enough of those in the world.

Now "world" here refers to only 'my' world...
who cares about ROW anyways... ?? it's just for CNN or BBC ... or, say those whose business is directly affected by happenings in ROW - like maybe international marketers or manufacturers...
small people like me, have my own world.
Ya, so why not more oranges? i only think of oranges because i like oranges.
i so much like it, that i even wrote a piece on it - it's a different matter that the whole point i was trying to drive home had nothing to do with oranges... and i so much used oranges in driving home the point, that at the end, the only thing people remembered about the piece i wrote was oranges.
ya, so why not more oranges in the world? it's oranges for me but think of anything you like or want? it's always less of it - time, for instance and good company or for some, more money... peace of mind... or for the miss universe kind - world peace!... whatever,
you like it? you don't have enough of it. Or, do you like it because there's not enough of it? Wouldn't you like it if you had enough of it?

Give up at this point... you can continue if you like... and so on and so forth....


By this point in time, i must have sufficiently suceeded in convincing you the kind of mood i am in today - in a flux!
point conveyed. you can continue if you like...but there's nothing more to convey further than this. Goodnight.

! express urself ! type it out

the terms and conditions change...
it matters whether your fren has an exclusive folder in your name in the mailbox...
everytime my mobile set falls on his hand he checks what's the name i have on his number...
whose snap do you keep on your desktop...?
which colors do you use on the background... or which fonts do you use mostly...?
which sites do you visit most and how oftern do you go to them... do you surf from one site to other more oftern or are you the stagnant type to a few sites?
what are your behavioural patterns of using the keyboard while typing a piece? do you look at the keyboard? how oftern do you go to the backspace key... can you type the number on the second row without any mistakes?
how often do you go through a piece once you've typed it out?
do you read all the fwds: ? where do all the fwds: go once u've read or not-read them - personal folder or the trash...?

All the answers to these could say who is important in your life... and find your psychographics...
your behavioral patterns and how your mind is made up...
hmm.... i don't know where i am headed to .... or where i am coming from.... i just know -- that i am on the right track...

con-versations

table talks to chair all day... where is the sitter gone?
has he disappeared inside the cupboard while taking out the morning cups...
did he get lost in his wardrobe when deciding on clothes?

the jeans asks the zipper open
why you getting all rusty
where are those legs gone...
in some cotton suit?
has the tie stole them ?....
or a shiny black leather boot?

floyd asks morrison in awe....
where are the wires to connect me...
to the world a wide... and stations abound
morrision replies dazed as dumb...
some new headbanger... borrowed them...
for a while he said... until i saw his poster there...
where used to be mine...

-sucky poets number: do sho gyara