Droplets of rain on my eyelid...
i feel it cool and shy...
Hair loose open outstretched arms...
i will one day fly...
above the clouds, the trees...the mountains high...
where you belong...
and now i trust, so do i
Monday, July 30, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
all ears
And the phone slips of the sweat between the ears which has gone hot of the long hour of talk. It is difficult to hold it there any longer so it is brought a little afar from the ears to just let the voice reach the ear letting some air pass in between. It is switched from one ear to the next as frequently as needed...
The exasperated voice is heated without any end though ...how can you say you don't understand me after 8 months?!
Silence at the other end...except a faint tchk tchk...tchk...tchk...
Are you at your nails again??
Silence...tchk tchk stops
How is it going to work if you just remain silent? say something..shall i cut off? You don't want to talk to me? ..........okay, we don't have to talk about this right now.....tell me, how was work yesterday................................hello?
Click.
Hello?? Damn!
I don't like him yelling at me on the phone, so I put it down...it relieved me of the hot burning sensation...the air cooled down my ear. The ear rings were loosened up too....so I took it off...meticulously, not to drop it where I can't search it again. I wiped cleaned my ear lobes, returned my ~kerchief neatly folded to my coat pocket...and put on the rings again...first left then right. Hm..neat.
Who was it on the phone your food's all cold come in and eat...
It was mom - all in one breath.
On the table there was rice with dal and aloo.
Hm......Contemplatively I took two sliced cool pieces of cucumber from the platter and took it to my still warm ears. Hmm...it felt cool. After a while the cucumber and the ear were the same temperature. The pieces now warm, felt unhygienic…I placed them beside my plate, took my mobile and dialed his number. I got to see you, I need to talk to you, I said, in half an hour at the café, you gonna be there? Finally! Sure honey, I am all ears.
The exasperated voice is heated without any end though ...how can you say you don't understand me after 8 months?!
Silence at the other end...except a faint tchk tchk...tchk...tchk...
Are you at your nails again??
Silence...tchk tchk stops
How is it going to work if you just remain silent? say something..shall i cut off? You don't want to talk to me? ..........okay, we don't have to talk about this right now.....tell me, how was work yesterday................................hello?
Click.
Hello?? Damn!
I don't like him yelling at me on the phone, so I put it down...it relieved me of the hot burning sensation...the air cooled down my ear. The ear rings were loosened up too....so I took it off...meticulously, not to drop it where I can't search it again. I wiped cleaned my ear lobes, returned my ~kerchief neatly folded to my coat pocket...and put on the rings again...first left then right. Hm..neat.
Who was it on the phone your food's all cold come in and eat...
It was mom - all in one breath.
On the table there was rice with dal and aloo.
Hm......Contemplatively I took two sliced cool pieces of cucumber from the platter and took it to my still warm ears. Hmm...it felt cool. After a while the cucumber and the ear were the same temperature. The pieces now warm, felt unhygienic…I placed them beside my plate, took my mobile and dialed his number. I got to see you, I need to talk to you, I said, in half an hour at the café, you gonna be there? Finally! Sure honey, I am all ears.
heavy clouds all around...mountain lust green
It's lunch time!
The little of a writer I am, I had decided to write something of my experience at college a few weeks back for my own memory sake of which I am scarce. I started on a fresh sheet of paper and wrote 8 pages straight when I was interrupted for my supper, after which I have not gone back to it. I would not have mentioned this thing had i not come across this very nicely written blog on writing. It's called the REAL Writing Life, and the blogger, author of a few bestsellers, offers suggestions on writing. One strong take for me was that the writer has to be obsessive with his writing - be it the plot, the story, the words, or the sentences. This obsession will take the writer to its completion. Being obsessive to the end - while writing seems the most difficult part, at least for me. Somewhere I had read that V.S. Naipaul used to write for the sake or satisfaction of writing - not for anything else...he used to frame expressions and descriptions on his way back from work because beautiful expressions, sleek descriptions are the heart of literature..when it touches you at the level of Art, I think a literary piece is successful.
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I have no skills. That is what I think. I cannot play a sport. I cannot write. I cannot draw or paint. I am not a computer freak. I can't drive, I don't have a good figure and I can't sing. I don't play an instrument either. Sometimes I think about myself and say to me and those ears around - I am pathetic. Had it been my younger brother around, he would have been quite satisfied to hear this. He'd have added - I told you so! But as my boss once mentioned to me confusedly, who likes to take opinion on many things...you have that....knack....to sense. He was reflective and I was reflective at that point of time - on me. Being reflective on oneself with someone else by your side doing the same thing is a different experience I realized, because these occasions are rare, as least for me. Well that was it...i don't remember any concrete outcome of the reflection because that was not our objective, the objective was to kill time ... to think of something ..anything.
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It's been raining now and then...now and then....to the point that you forget whether it rained yesterday or not. Many people are ill because of it. The weather takes a heavy toll on the moods of people whether we accept this fact or not. Some people like it, some don't. The heavy mood is on. Whatever one looks at looks heavy..starting from the clouds, the mountains, the leaves and trees, the wet birds, soaked dresses, hair, buses, cars, and mobikes, slippers, tyres, window panes, umbrellas....everything is soaked...heavy...filled.
The little of a writer I am, I had decided to write something of my experience at college a few weeks back for my own memory sake of which I am scarce. I started on a fresh sheet of paper and wrote 8 pages straight when I was interrupted for my supper, after which I have not gone back to it. I would not have mentioned this thing had i not come across this very nicely written blog on writing. It's called the REAL Writing Life, and the blogger, author of a few bestsellers, offers suggestions on writing. One strong take for me was that the writer has to be obsessive with his writing - be it the plot, the story, the words, or the sentences. This obsession will take the writer to its completion. Being obsessive to the end - while writing seems the most difficult part, at least for me. Somewhere I had read that V.S. Naipaul used to write for the sake or satisfaction of writing - not for anything else...he used to frame expressions and descriptions on his way back from work because beautiful expressions, sleek descriptions are the heart of literature..when it touches you at the level of Art, I think a literary piece is successful.
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I have no skills. That is what I think. I cannot play a sport. I cannot write. I cannot draw or paint. I am not a computer freak. I can't drive, I don't have a good figure and I can't sing. I don't play an instrument either. Sometimes I think about myself and say to me and those ears around - I am pathetic. Had it been my younger brother around, he would have been quite satisfied to hear this. He'd have added - I told you so! But as my boss once mentioned to me confusedly, who likes to take opinion on many things...you have that....knack....to sense. He was reflective and I was reflective at that point of time - on me. Being reflective on oneself with someone else by your side doing the same thing is a different experience I realized, because these occasions are rare, as least for me. Well that was it...i don't remember any concrete outcome of the reflection because that was not our objective, the objective was to kill time ... to think of something ..anything.
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It's been raining now and then...now and then....to the point that you forget whether it rained yesterday or not. Many people are ill because of it. The weather takes a heavy toll on the moods of people whether we accept this fact or not. Some people like it, some don't. The heavy mood is on. Whatever one looks at looks heavy..starting from the clouds, the mountains, the leaves and trees, the wet birds, soaked dresses, hair, buses, cars, and mobikes, slippers, tyres, window panes, umbrellas....everything is soaked...heavy...filled.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Leap it up!
Well well.......
a long time wish come true......
I went bungy!!
how boring a post could be on bungy without any pics?!
It was great fun though!
How did I feel? The first leap from the edge of the hanging bridge was the most exciting...
and then you feel the land leaping at you from below...for 4 secs everything whizzes past you and your world is upside down - literally.
You hang there for half a minute or so....all you see and hear is the river down - down below...
I had an urge to shout after i took the leap and when i was down there swaying on the rope.....so i shouted ..WOHoOOOOOOO!!!!!!......apparantly no one heard me coz the onlookers see you till you take the leap and half way through.....then they wonder where are you....or how would they feel....
a long time wish come true......
I went bungy!!
how boring a post could be on bungy without any pics?!
It was great fun though!
How did I feel? The first leap from the edge of the hanging bridge was the most exciting...
and then you feel the land leaping at you from below...for 4 secs everything whizzes past you and your world is upside down - literally.
You hang there for half a minute or so....all you see and hear is the river down - down below...
I had an urge to shout after i took the leap and when i was down there swaying on the rope.....so i shouted ..WOHoOOOOOOO!!!!!!......apparantly no one heard me coz the onlookers see you till you take the leap and half way through.....then they wonder where are you....or how would they feel....
Saturday, July 07, 2007
Fly me away... color me...
Birds remind me of freedom...independence...
Of smokes and all the upwards pollution..
It takes me to its nest...its home..cozy n comfortable...
Of dependence...of hunt and of worms...
The songs...the nature...the trees...
Colorful birds, Birdpark.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Music of your life
Vid tells me to write about Spacing Out.
And luckily, I am not spaced out today.
Shris is angry with me for the 'sticky business'...
She says why do you need the sticks?! Shall i try it to when i get frustrated?
Well, I can't explain it to her.
She called a while ago...she was literally angry on the phone....
I said, Now, you going to bang the phone down on me aren't you?
And she did! Interesting.
A lots of 'fwded mails' day today. But very very busy with piles of work, so i kept passing them on to the list of people without even reading complete a few of them. But the Smart MBAs' fwd was interesting, where the four students who's taken an excuse of a flat tire are put in different rooms for the re-test. The question is ...which tyre went bust? haw...haw...good one.
My comp at home went dead yesterday ... the only msg that came as i powered it in was smthing to do with boot device...so as a comp unfriendly person, i thought the whole thing had gone for a toss. I had given hope on all the songs, my article collections, book collections, other stuff collected over the months...
Bro somehow revived it.... and i knew what i would have lost so i played music on the comp for the rest of the night and all this morning too - Satriani all along.
It rained today. I didn't realize it coz i got no window where i sit....
But without caring that my boss was right behind me, i just stared out the window when i got the chance and it was so beautiful.... .......rain drops on the green leaves, trickling rushing umbrellas, squeaking shoes, pittary pattary drops on the roof...
it brought back to my mind the wet kurta i had been drenched in a few days back...... and i shivered of the cold i felt then.
Amidst humming computers and uninterruptible power supplies, we forget to drench in the rain and feel the sun.
And luckily, I am not spaced out today.
Shris is angry with me for the 'sticky business'...
She says why do you need the sticks?! Shall i try it to when i get frustrated?
Well, I can't explain it to her.
She called a while ago...she was literally angry on the phone....
I said, Now, you going to bang the phone down on me aren't you?
And she did! Interesting.
A lots of 'fwded mails' day today. But very very busy with piles of work, so i kept passing them on to the list of people without even reading complete a few of them. But the Smart MBAs' fwd was interesting, where the four students who's taken an excuse of a flat tire are put in different rooms for the re-test. The question is ...which tyre went bust? haw...haw...good one.
My comp at home went dead yesterday ... the only msg that came as i powered it in was smthing to do with boot device...so as a comp unfriendly person, i thought the whole thing had gone for a toss. I had given hope on all the songs, my article collections, book collections, other stuff collected over the months...
Bro somehow revived it.... and i knew what i would have lost so i played music on the comp for the rest of the night and all this morning too - Satriani all along.
It rained today. I didn't realize it coz i got no window where i sit....
But without caring that my boss was right behind me, i just stared out the window when i got the chance and it was so beautiful.... .......rain drops on the green leaves, trickling rushing umbrellas, squeaking shoes, pittary pattary drops on the roof...
it brought back to my mind the wet kurta i had been drenched in a few days back...... and i shivered of the cold i felt then.
Amidst humming computers and uninterruptible power supplies, we forget to drench in the rain and feel the sun.
Monday, July 02, 2007
RU mad?!
How to use: Are you mad?!
This particular expression is to be followed by your mouth open and it should be held open for at least three seconds. It should be accompanied by eyes wide open, preferably with both palms wide open at the target in front of you.
For more lasting effect, use it at the person beside you while you are at the wheels, driving a vehicle at top speed so that the passenger – i.e. your target gets the jolt of their life. If you are a lady and if you have longish hair profile, ruffled open hair is the best get up, which gives the whole set up a mad look to gel with your poignant expression.
The stress should be on the last word – Mad. It goes: Are – you- ma-AD?!
Okay, so you are ready for the mirror test now.
Face the mirror and follow it step wise….there you go…….Are you Mad?!
You can get it right – Are you Ma-AD?! Try it once more…
When to use: When you feel that the other person is mad, and you want a confirmation on the same from that person. However, too frequent use of this expression on one particular individual is guaranteed to make the person Mad.
This particular expression is to be followed by your mouth open and it should be held open for at least three seconds. It should be accompanied by eyes wide open, preferably with both palms wide open at the target in front of you.
For more lasting effect, use it at the person beside you while you are at the wheels, driving a vehicle at top speed so that the passenger – i.e. your target gets the jolt of their life. If you are a lady and if you have longish hair profile, ruffled open hair is the best get up, which gives the whole set up a mad look to gel with your poignant expression.
The stress should be on the last word – Mad. It goes: Are – you- ma-AD?!
Okay, so you are ready for the mirror test now.
Face the mirror and follow it step wise….there you go…….Are you Mad?!
You can get it right – Are you Ma-AD?! Try it once more…
When to use: When you feel that the other person is mad, and you want a confirmation on the same from that person. However, too frequent use of this expression on one particular individual is guaranteed to make the person Mad.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Pink 32
When you tread too deep, it hurts.
My life as a shoe...no one empathises...
when i stare out of the window shop, when i shine and smile, a little girl winks at me and smiles at my pink skin.
Ma.....pink!!
she says - very cutely...
Ma...pinky..pinky ...i want pinky shoes.
The Ma looks hefty, deadly.
If the Ma would slip me in, i'd be dead to dust.
But she is not that kind of Ma.
She let the little girl slip me in and her feather like little feet were so cute.
But she was in that growing up age when her feet would get bigger with her, so she would have to get a bigger me even though i was the best match. I acted as big as possible, swear to God, but she would just fit me. Not a millimeter of space, just fitted me so well...
Thurty-for.. The Ma said .... 34! i shrank. And i went to my cozy lil space on the window stand waving bye to all the shoes in the boxes with their big fat numbers on them....
38! 39! 40! ....fat assess! and such dull colors...grey, blacks and whites....
I was the prettiest of them ... pink with a white bow. White bow. Hmm...cute.
As i sat brooding on my usual stand, i saw the 34 swinging with the little girl... pinky, she said, so sweetly. My days are passing by, i wink once in a while to little girls to catch their attention, oh, why does the feet get bigger with age!
My life as a shoe...no one empathises...
when i stare out of the window shop, when i shine and smile, a little girl winks at me and smiles at my pink skin.
Ma.....pink!!
she says - very cutely...
Ma...pinky..pinky ...i want pinky shoes.
The Ma looks hefty, deadly.
If the Ma would slip me in, i'd be dead to dust.
But she is not that kind of Ma.
She let the little girl slip me in and her feather like little feet were so cute.
But she was in that growing up age when her feet would get bigger with her, so she would have to get a bigger me even though i was the best match. I acted as big as possible, swear to God, but she would just fit me. Not a millimeter of space, just fitted me so well...
Thurty-for.. The Ma said .... 34! i shrank. And i went to my cozy lil space on the window stand waving bye to all the shoes in the boxes with their big fat numbers on them....
38! 39! 40! ....fat assess! and such dull colors...grey, blacks and whites....
I was the prettiest of them ... pink with a white bow. White bow. Hmm...cute.
As i sat brooding on my usual stand, i saw the 34 swinging with the little girl... pinky, she said, so sweetly. My days are passing by, i wink once in a while to little girls to catch their attention, oh, why does the feet get bigger with age!
Friday, June 29, 2007
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!
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!
(Soft Music) Sorry, the number you have dialled cannot be reached at the moment, pls try again later.....
Hi, I am out of office on July 2nd. I will get back to you on the 10th. For any urgent issues, pls contact Ms. XYZ.
MEN AT WORK
Wet, Do not Step
HTTP smth smth Error:Page Not Found
This page is under repair
Sorry for the inconvenience
Lunch Break 1:00 to infinity
THANK YOU FOR NOT SMOKING
Dodge this!! (shoot gun)
Hi, I am out of office on July 2nd. I will get back to you on the 10th. For any urgent issues, pls contact Ms. XYZ.
MEN AT WORK
Wet, Do not Step
HTTP smth smth Error:Page Not Found
This page is under repair
Sorry for the inconvenience
Lunch Break 1:00 to infinity
THANK YOU FOR NOT SMOKING
Dodge this!! (shoot gun)
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......
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