Yes, there's a lot to be done...
scores of books to be read...tons of knowledge to be gained...
yet to be a lot wiser ... a lot matured...
need that extra practice on tt...for the match...
a little more push to complete the unfinished project...
an extra hour on that file...
one more hour of meeting...
a few more discussions...
few notices to be drafted...it's already late to be posted...
shopping with mom...catching up with dad...
kitchen needs a spruce up...
the room a good good clean...
i know there's a lot to be done...
yet i dress up cool and take that ride...
to the far faraway house below the mountains...
to take a day off...
have a leisurely lunch...
gossip nonesense... talk wild...
feel the breeze...take a snap
while the others nap...
coz my dear, it's sabbath day!
kris' place has featured twice...and it takes me by surprize everytime i go there by the mere nearness of it to the mountains... ...so close.
we lazed out in her newly furnished room, flipping channels...gossiping ...sipping coffee and tasting her hand on custard desserts. ...Hot french fries out of stove...and a lazy afternoon nap...yummy!
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Monday, August 06, 2007
pineappy today
one of my first memories of pineapple is drinking its juice in a dark cinema hall. i went to a movie with few of my school friends, i think it was Caravan by eric valli. still in school uniform, we were yet to have our tiffin break. but we were maintaining discipline as we did in class - not eating. i think it was during interval we heard the scuffle of packets opening up. my best friend then, handed me her usual water bottle that she carried to school. she said - mom made some pineapple juice at home - try it. i did - and i loved it. pineapple has been my favorite since then - which reminds me of the rule - first impression is half the work done - usually works for me.
the hard tough covering is quite unassuming of the soft, sweet, juicy inside it has. and the craftsmenship it takes to take off those covers is quite a game. the challenge is to waste as little of the fruity part and take off all the unedible. when i go for a pineapple today, the fruitman is quite clean to remove all the polka dots on its white surface - what he calls the 'eyes' on the pineapple.
once its hard covers are out, there are no other peels, no seeds, nothing - just the fruit n you - yummy!
i once tried pineapple rice with a friend in Boat Quay. i was quite amused when it was brought in an actual pineapple shell - interesting. the rice was a lil-pineappy-sweet too. hmm...
remember a day
i usually tend to remember this place while i feel down and low, like when most of us remember god - when we are sad, and not when we are up and happy, and of no cares about rest of the world. but today is an exception. i feel good and preppy today. again that is not the absolute case . i feel definitely bogged down by work and the hectic pressure that i feel on my shoulders and the head and the brain - everywhere basically. days just roll by if you let it, and then you try to hold it but they just slip by. i try for 'activities' on my days so that they are memorable days to stay and not slip by. we went for a good solid TT practice the other day. it was after such a long time that the whole two hours in two weeks felt pretty worthwhile - of all the sweat. all three of us were at a table tennis bat after many many years - it gave us that added excitement at having found that time, energy and the bat to be playing it for solid two hours. we didn't care whether we were winning or losing or whether that cut, shot and smash were actually on the table - we just hit it. shris took us out for lunch yesterday - for no special reason and it was an awkard group - which had never lunched out together before, so it was kind of odd broken conversations all along. shris and i then decided to meet up in the evening for cliche - friendship day's sake. first, i texted her a different venue after having reached the one we decided on. then, she texted me about three times saying: you go home, i am going to be late. so after three pages of ET and an americano, i was headed home. the usual stuff after that - lot of tv, helping around the kitchen, gossip with mom, update with dad, few pages of the bedside book and the tv again before bed. that's why i say, i need activity yaar and maybe more time and energy for that . time, more than energy - otherwise, immemorable, inconsequential and 'me too', look alike days just slip by - one day after another and they turn into weeks, months and horrifying years. when we will meet up in grey hairs and wobbling tooth - i don't want to say - we should have done something to remember our days. this reminds me of a melodious floyd song - remember a day! it actually goes reee-member a day we were born - a day before today.the song is totally out of context of what i speak year. it is just the word 'remember' which triggered that song. yet another evening to spend today- hopefully a memorable one, otherwise this day passes as yesterday.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Belch it out... eeks!
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
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
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.
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