Vegebernation - A state of hibernation in which 'Daily Ramblings..' went and almost became a vegetable!
This post is dedicated to two nagging sweet friends.. (yeah i know nagging is a bit exaggerated but its not in my blood to say things out straight)
One writes intermittent one-liner e-mails (usually starting with 'kamini') reminding me that I have a blog to write. And the other calls me from the U aaS of A (read local rates :P :D) to tell me the days she has returned from my blog seeing the post 'the silent movie' for the umpteenth time! Its amazing how these guys put up with me..and my sheer indifference (if i dare to call it that). So i just decided to cut it out when both my upset-with-seeing-the-same-post friends asked me (with a million exclamation marks!) when i was going to write my new post, on the same day. :D
I have thought long and hard about the book i am going to write (actually i was thinking more of how I could make the million bucks JKR made with her book :P). I thought long and hard and reached no conclusion. So we take another topic since we have nothing here.
We (means me n my office colleagues) went to aromas today. A coffee-shop facing our office building. I would give it a 3 on 10 for service, 8/10 for food and 6/10 (grinder noise..!!) for ambiance. The most we loved was the food. And i felt nice that I had something new—a Lebanese dish called Mezze Platter. Nice I would say, with 6-7 slices of thin roti-like bread and 3 types of dips. Chef's salad, Veg arabiata, Indian Spicy Chicken pasta and Hazelnut coffee filled our tummies for the rest of the day! AS if this coffee-shop was not enough...another one called 'Gloria's Jeans - the coffee shop' opened its doors to the posh locality. Taste Australia's coffee it seems. I sometimes wonder what would ppl really have to do to market and sell products that are already available in the same area. I know..give it a USP like, come, taste Australian coffee or something like that! :-/
Actually, one needs to be really brilliant to sell something that's already in the market....or do the ppl need to be really stupid to buy it?
PS: Your ruffling thru 'Daily Ramblings...' means a lot to me!
~Thank god for friends and family. Else, I would be a vegetable by now!~
Friday, November 13, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
The Silent Movie.
mornings for me are mostly a whir. get up just in time to catch the 7:35 local, without breakfast, and then lean on the train compartment and catch a few winks.
this time though i had a movie to watch. a guy got in the handicapped compartment. he looked pretty normal to be getting in there. it was when he started using sign language that i realized he was mute. his hands were moving fast to explain the happenings of probably the previous day to his companion. i tried hard comprehending his signs. to me it felt like he was explaining that he had gotten into a compartment by mistake and was fined. the narration involved, four women, one policewala and him i guess. the reason why i call it a movie was because the wall separating the ladies and the handicapped compartment had small windows across it at shoulder level. and the guy fit perfectly into one such frame. it was like watching a silent movie.
i was amazed at how fast he was communicating, and how expressive he was. that communicatng to someone for him was no big deal as long as someone had the patience to understand it. while i was wondering a thought came by. how must he answer his cell-phone? and i immediately laughed at my foolishness, for why would a mute man carry a cellphone? Just as I was getting back to deciphering his signs, he removed a black case from his pocket and pulled out a cell-phone! Of course! text messaging! how rude and stupid of me to think that cellphones were of no use to mute persons. Apologies!
something just got emphasized for me that morning ... whatever happens to make you powerless, 10 more things happen to make you powerful...or rather..you can create 10 more things to make you powerful. howzzat?
this time though i had a movie to watch. a guy got in the handicapped compartment. he looked pretty normal to be getting in there. it was when he started using sign language that i realized he was mute. his hands were moving fast to explain the happenings of probably the previous day to his companion. i tried hard comprehending his signs. to me it felt like he was explaining that he had gotten into a compartment by mistake and was fined. the narration involved, four women, one policewala and him i guess. the reason why i call it a movie was because the wall separating the ladies and the handicapped compartment had small windows across it at shoulder level. and the guy fit perfectly into one such frame. it was like watching a silent movie.
i was amazed at how fast he was communicating, and how expressive he was. that communicatng to someone for him was no big deal as long as someone had the patience to understand it. while i was wondering a thought came by. how must he answer his cell-phone? and i immediately laughed at my foolishness, for why would a mute man carry a cellphone? Just as I was getting back to deciphering his signs, he removed a black case from his pocket and pulled out a cell-phone! Of course! text messaging! how rude and stupid of me to think that cellphones were of no use to mute persons. Apologies!
something just got emphasized for me that morning ... whatever happens to make you powerless, 10 more things happen to make you powerful...or rather..you can create 10 more things to make you powerful. howzzat?
Saturday, August 8, 2009
The Magic Lamp! Genie of Agrabah, HQ
Once, there was a little boy. He found a magic lamp. (We will discuss the discovery of the lamp a little later. For now you just assume that he has one.) How did he know it was magical you would ask? Well, it said "The Magic Lamp! Genie of Agrabah, HQ"
Having heard the story of Alladin and the magic lamp, the boy was very excited. He rubbed the lamp immediately expecting a Genie out of it any minute. What came out though was the sound of an answering machine. It said - "You've reached the Genie of Agrabah. Kindly leave your name and I will decide to call you on pre-set priority." The boy was baffled when he heard this. He had heard an answering machine for the first time. The electronic voice continued, "If you are my new master kindly fill form IAYNM500 (short for I Am Your New Master applicant 500.) that you will get at the end of this beep. Thank you, looking forward to your application." Beeeeeeep. And with that, a blue scroll popped out of the spout.
Even more confused, he picked up the blue scroll and did not know what to do next. With what he had done the day earlier, he was wondering whether to leave it where he had brought it from or to keep it with himself. Eager and confused at the same time, he opened the scroll only to get the shock of his life!
Having heard the story of Alladin and the magic lamp, the boy was very excited. He rubbed the lamp immediately expecting a Genie out of it any minute. What came out though was the sound of an answering machine. It said - "You've reached the Genie of Agrabah. Kindly leave your name and I will decide to call you on pre-set priority." The boy was baffled when he heard this. He had heard an answering machine for the first time. The electronic voice continued, "If you are my new master kindly fill form IAYNM500 (short for I Am Your New Master applicant 500.) that you will get at the end of this beep. Thank you, looking forward to your application." Beeeeeeep. And with that, a blue scroll popped out of the spout.
Even more confused, he picked up the blue scroll and did not know what to do next. With what he had done the day earlier, he was wondering whether to leave it where he had brought it from or to keep it with himself. Eager and confused at the same time, he opened the scroll only to get the shock of his life!
Friday, July 24, 2009
Fun on Panes...
This was one of the days announced as high-tide alert by our weather man.
Anticipating rains, we left the clouds behind on the Vashi bridge..
But they caught up with us @ Powai!
So we had to close the windows.. and it got reaaally stuffy!! :(
But then i realised...1 bus, rains outside, and whacky frends inside are the perfect recipe for a maad journey!! :)
Well...generally we all are pretty audible to the whole bus.. :P right from the driver to the guy who sits at the back..today we let the steam on the glass panes and our fingers running over it do some talking..
and yeah there were giggles and laughter. Well, what do u expect?? We're girls! :) (and THAT doesn't mean anything! :P)
Anticipating rains, we left the clouds behind on the Vashi bridge..
But they caught up with us @ Powai!
So we had to close the windows.. and it got reaaally stuffy!! :(
But then i realised...1 bus, rains outside, and whacky frends inside are the perfect recipe for a maad journey!! :)
Well...generally we all are pretty audible to the whole bus.. :P right from the driver to the guy who sits at the back..today we let the steam on the glass panes and our fingers running over it do some talking..
and yeah there were giggles and laughter. Well, what do u expect?? We're girls! :) (and THAT doesn't mean anything! :P)
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
...that one piece in the Collage
The Mumbai local train is a collage of a million different pieces! Men, women, executives, teachers, bankers, stock brokers, managers, students, hawkers, and god knows how many more come together to make this splendid and ever expanding form!
Me - one such piece - was absorbed in observing (talk abt alliteration!!) another - an 8-9 year old boy carrying a polythene bag. About four feet high, dressed in a brown checkered uniform of a Mankhurd school, rubber slippers in his feet, leaning against the opposite partition. The bag he held had just been deposited by his hands with the plastic hangers he had removed about a minute ago to sell. The bag was a decoy lest he got caught. I wondered what time he must have left school to start his task. At 9:10 p.m. he wasn't making any effort to sell his wares, guess his day had ended. He peeked in the General compartment and took his position near the door. I looked at him for quite a while, there was a small scratch on his nose. He looked in the opposite direction of the moving train, maybe figuring out his next class, next sale tactic, his next customer, or maybe soemthing fun with his friends....
I wondered what it would be to be like him. To be eight, go to school, sell things in the train, complete home-work, help around the house, manage money. I don't want to mention the other things I dread. I dint want to imagine where he lived. Child labour in its most vivid form was right there in front of me...and I could not do a thing. I merely looked at him as he alighted at the next station and saw him disappear.
Me - one such piece - was absorbed in observing (talk abt alliteration!!) another - an 8-9 year old boy carrying a polythene bag. About four feet high, dressed in a brown checkered uniform of a Mankhurd school, rubber slippers in his feet, leaning against the opposite partition. The bag he held had just been deposited by his hands with the plastic hangers he had removed about a minute ago to sell. The bag was a decoy lest he got caught. I wondered what time he must have left school to start his task. At 9:10 p.m. he wasn't making any effort to sell his wares, guess his day had ended. He peeked in the General compartment and took his position near the door. I looked at him for quite a while, there was a small scratch on his nose. He looked in the opposite direction of the moving train, maybe figuring out his next class, next sale tactic, his next customer, or maybe soemthing fun with his friends....
I wondered what it would be to be like him. To be eight, go to school, sell things in the train, complete home-work, help around the house, manage money. I don't want to mention the other things I dread. I dint want to imagine where he lived. Child labour in its most vivid form was right there in front of me...and I could not do a thing. I merely looked at him as he alighted at the next station and saw him disappear.
Horcruxes in real...
Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince! Its a pity the movie is named the same. There was almost nothing in it of the book...Disappointing is an understatement.
The part of the book I'd liked the most was not there in the movie at all! The story of Tom Riddle's loony mother and muggle-born father. How his father was bewitched by a love potion, and how the family heirloom was taken by Tom Riddle which would later become a Horcrux and contain a part of his soul...
The book has a brilliant yet dark concept. A rare form of magic that allows one to be immortal in parts! For that the being must rip the soul and contain it elsewhere like a locket or a ring. Although things like these come at a cost is what the author tries to tell us. And the price is the life of another. Really how dreadful can a person get to fulfill personal wishes...
I wondered how the author must have thought of such a thing. Must she have seen it in a metaphorical form somewhere? Forms which take away lives for their personal interest. They kill happiness, love, care, joy, oneness, peace. Once dead, they contain their own righteousness, hatred, selfishness, jealousy, anger in these empty shells. And that's how 'no possibility' becomes immortal!
The fact that Harry Potter destroys all those horcruxes is reassuring for a person like me. Because I personally like happy endings. And also gives me the thought that 'no-possibility' needs to be destroyed.... by the very things that were killed by it!
The part of the book I'd liked the most was not there in the movie at all! The story of Tom Riddle's loony mother and muggle-born father. How his father was bewitched by a love potion, and how the family heirloom was taken by Tom Riddle which would later become a Horcrux and contain a part of his soul...
The book has a brilliant yet dark concept. A rare form of magic that allows one to be immortal in parts! For that the being must rip the soul and contain it elsewhere like a locket or a ring. Although things like these come at a cost is what the author tries to tell us. And the price is the life of another. Really how dreadful can a person get to fulfill personal wishes...
I wondered how the author must have thought of such a thing. Must she have seen it in a metaphorical form somewhere? Forms which take away lives for their personal interest. They kill happiness, love, care, joy, oneness, peace. Once dead, they contain their own righteousness, hatred, selfishness, jealousy, anger in these empty shells. And that's how 'no possibility' becomes immortal!
The fact that Harry Potter destroys all those horcruxes is reassuring for a person like me. Because I personally like happy endings. And also gives me the thought that 'no-possibility' needs to be destroyed.... by the very things that were killed by it!
Monday, July 6, 2009
SOAKED!!
4th July ..
It has rained the whole day today. Constant showers from the skies kept everything clean. It was like today i had a heightened sense of color. Everything looked so fresh! There was every type of green i could imagine everywhere.
It was the perfect day for a picnic. Our wishes on Friday for a superb weather on Saturday for our picnic were granted. Sometimes all things don't have to go as planned. Although our visit to a certain waterfall bombed completely, it was a great experience! We reached the cloud-kissed hills that harbored the Pandavkada waterfalls quite early only to find out that its closed in the monsoons due to landslides. :( But our enthusiasm and readiness to try new things didn't die down. We kept walking in the rain and enjoyed every bit of it! Stone-made walls, wired fences, and large puddles of water were enough to bring out the child in each one of us... :) We climbed, splashed water, ran behind each other, cracked reaaaaaaallly pathetic jokes, laughed like mad...basically we went just plain nuts with the weather! ;)
I realized for the first time that i actually like getting wet in the rains..the raindrops touching my face every time i looked up, soaking my hair and trickling down my neck. When the rain caught momentum we were leaving. We were making a mistake leaving the pretty weather to be enjoyed by some other enthusiasts, only to be joined by the rains on the journey towards our friend's house.
Hot black lemon tea, pani puri, samosas, moong dosa, and the all time favorite Maggi kept the gastric juices in our stomachs some company. The picnic ended with some friends bidding an early goodbye and lazy conversations with the rest of us.
Fun, leg-pulling, enthusiasm, innovation, boldness didn't let our resolve to have a good day die. Really, what you plan, the place, doesn't matter as much as the people with who you are. Soaked I am with the rains, and every drop carries fulfillment!
It has rained the whole day today. Constant showers from the skies kept everything clean. It was like today i had a heightened sense of color. Everything looked so fresh! There was every type of green i could imagine everywhere.
It was the perfect day for a picnic. Our wishes on Friday for a superb weather on Saturday for our picnic were granted. Sometimes all things don't have to go as planned. Although our visit to a certain waterfall bombed completely, it was a great experience! We reached the cloud-kissed hills that harbored the Pandavkada waterfalls quite early only to find out that its closed in the monsoons due to landslides. :( But our enthusiasm and readiness to try new things didn't die down. We kept walking in the rain and enjoyed every bit of it! Stone-made walls, wired fences, and large puddles of water were enough to bring out the child in each one of us... :) We climbed, splashed water, ran behind each other, cracked reaaaaaaallly pathetic jokes, laughed like mad...basically we went just plain nuts with the weather! ;)
I realized for the first time that i actually like getting wet in the rains..the raindrops touching my face every time i looked up, soaking my hair and trickling down my neck. When the rain caught momentum we were leaving. We were making a mistake leaving the pretty weather to be enjoyed by some other enthusiasts, only to be joined by the rains on the journey towards our friend's house.
Hot black lemon tea, pani puri, samosas, moong dosa, and the all time favorite Maggi kept the gastric juices in our stomachs some company. The picnic ended with some friends bidding an early goodbye and lazy conversations with the rest of us.
Fun, leg-pulling, enthusiasm, innovation, boldness didn't let our resolve to have a good day die. Really, what you plan, the place, doesn't matter as much as the people with who you are. Soaked I am with the rains, and every drop carries fulfillment!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Complicated Gibberish
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.... crack the code..mhuahahahahaha!!!
wat?? well, I had some very complicated and secret thoughts in my head today!!!
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.... crack the code..mhuahahahahaha!!!
wat?? well, I had some very complicated and secret thoughts in my head today!!!
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
The Old Painting...
There's this painting I came across.
It was old, very old, had a tear in the corner..heavy overwriting of strokes at some places, thinning of colors at places, the canvas threads had started to separate..
The painting took time to catch my eye. Because I was overwhelmed by the details I'd just described. I was so lost in taking in every separating thread, every overwritten stroke, every thinning hue, that the picture it formed escaped my eyes..
I never saw that each thread of the canvas gave form to the silhouette of a mother and that of a child held carefully in her arms. Each hue brought life to the young cheek and the loving ripe hand. Each overwritten stroke was a mistake corrected. The colors however thinning still brought out the peace among them, the happiness, the love, the care.
The old oils had still all the elements of a brilliant painting..fine strokes, apt colors, strong canvas...all of them that held on.
But how would I ever know? I never went beyond...
It was old, very old, had a tear in the corner..heavy overwriting of strokes at some places, thinning of colors at places, the canvas threads had started to separate..
The painting took time to catch my eye. Because I was overwhelmed by the details I'd just described. I was so lost in taking in every separating thread, every overwritten stroke, every thinning hue, that the picture it formed escaped my eyes..
I never saw that each thread of the canvas gave form to the silhouette of a mother and that of a child held carefully in her arms. Each hue brought life to the young cheek and the loving ripe hand. Each overwritten stroke was a mistake corrected. The colors however thinning still brought out the peace among them, the happiness, the love, the care.
The old oils had still all the elements of a brilliant painting..fine strokes, apt colors, strong canvas...all of them that held on.
But how would I ever know? I never went beyond...
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Marine Drive..
The weather today morning was just awesome! As rightly mentioned by Pradnya (my friend at work)...in our company bus, it felt like we were going to a picnic..the only difference was the picnic spot was Lionbridge :D
The weather was just perfect for a day stroll along the marine drive or a beach. Which reminds me of marine drive..a 20 minute observation of the Queens necklace had put me to peace..ready to gobble some food at Gaylord. I sat on the Katta as we might call it facing the sea. The Mumbai skyline was a perfect symbolic representation of a metropolis. The waves came and lashed against the round custom-made stones..i always wondered on how much was spent just to get those ice-cream cone shaped stones made. Nevertheless, it added to the beauty.
The sea was so calm, quiet, save a for few lashing waves on the perfectly shaped stones. A part of it stretched as far as I could see. The waves further from the shore breathed slowly..as if a sea-god breathed inside. The waves though colored with the impurities of the city was a serene sight.
My back witnessed a contrasting buzz that owed its life to the city's lights and vrooms. @ 10:30 Mumbai did not seem ready to sleep..it only emphasized that the night was still young and a thousand things to be explored.
The weather was just perfect for a day stroll along the marine drive or a beach. Which reminds me of marine drive..a 20 minute observation of the Queens necklace had put me to peace..ready to gobble some food at Gaylord. I sat on the Katta as we might call it facing the sea. The Mumbai skyline was a perfect symbolic representation of a metropolis. The waves came and lashed against the round custom-made stones..i always wondered on how much was spent just to get those ice-cream cone shaped stones made. Nevertheless, it added to the beauty.
The sea was so calm, quiet, save a for few lashing waves on the perfectly shaped stones. A part of it stretched as far as I could see. The waves further from the shore breathed slowly..as if a sea-god breathed inside. The waves though colored with the impurities of the city was a serene sight.
My back witnessed a contrasting buzz that owed its life to the city's lights and vrooms. @ 10:30 Mumbai did not seem ready to sleep..it only emphasized that the night was still young and a thousand things to be explored.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Lattice of memories..
A mind is an intensive web of thoughts. Each strand a thought. Some old, some new. The old ones weaker, the new ones stronger.
But still there are some really old ones that are stronger than the most recent ones. They are like the Banyan roots, older the deeper and deeper the stronger.
Like
the hug my mom gave me when I feared failing, the smell of the rains on my first day of school, the fresh feel of crisp new notebooks, the fragrance of Paarijaat flowers in the colony, the chaos of the lunch break bell and the silence of the statue bell, the sting of dettol on a fresh knee wound, the taste of ice-cream bought from saved paisas, the scoldings in KG for exploring the terrace, the pain in knees for kneel-down punishment, the night-out before an exam and drowsiness while writing the paper (:D), the anxiety in the last 10 minutes of an exam paper, the racing heart beats when the winning house was declared, the thrill of finding 20 paise in a raincoat pocket...
A brilliant lattice I feel like getting lost in.. :)
Alas, the new strands call forth..get set to make more such lattices..
But still there are some really old ones that are stronger than the most recent ones. They are like the Banyan roots, older the deeper and deeper the stronger.
Like
the hug my mom gave me when I feared failing, the smell of the rains on my first day of school, the fresh feel of crisp new notebooks, the fragrance of Paarijaat flowers in the colony, the chaos of the lunch break bell and the silence of the statue bell, the sting of dettol on a fresh knee wound, the taste of ice-cream bought from saved paisas, the scoldings in KG for exploring the terrace, the pain in knees for kneel-down punishment, the night-out before an exam and drowsiness while writing the paper (:D), the anxiety in the last 10 minutes of an exam paper, the racing heart beats when the winning house was declared, the thrill of finding 20 paise in a raincoat pocket...
A brilliant lattice I feel like getting lost in.. :)
Alas, the new strands call forth..get set to make more such lattices..
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Threadbare? Nah!
Apologies for writing after a week! This commitment thing is really demanding and takes away all your power if you don't keep it!
My head is filled with a lot of internal noise. I cannot distinguish it from the noise outside.
A lot of noise outside. A lot of strands snapping. Thread-strands that connect me to the various aspects of my life. Many of these are snapping. Each strand snaps one by one. With each snap, all the things that I love and take for granted are getting away from me and I am threatened with desertion. Friends, family, hobbies. Strand by strand, thread by thread, they're all getting weak.
One thread seems to be stronger, much stronger than the others... It seems to be taking up all the time. So much so that it is not a thread anymore, but has turned into a giant serpent that threatens to swallow me if I lose control. Sadly it is what gives me my roti and kapda (not yet makaan). So the 'need' to tame this giant.
I'd like to think of it as a huge thestral (black-winged creepy horse-like animals, again, if you had to read this to understand it, go scold yourself for not reading harry potter!) I have to ride and reach the skies! Cause I can't particularly ride a serpent right, it would be really funny! I'd sit on its neck and slide right down! And obviously the serpent wouldn't take it in a happy spirit either, using his body like a slide! LOL. So yeah, I'll continue with Thestrals. Just like thestrals, this thread looks dark and creepy but it is what might help me reach the heights. It is such paradoxes that amuse and sooth the human mind, aint it? A relief that sinister looking things might also have some good in them. If i be with this thread and give it what it requires, it will take me places..! Or maybe not. But atleast it won't try to gobble me up!
Thankfully the snapped strands demand much more, aren't that weak, and have held on tight!
Its how you look at things, really! Isn't it?
My head is filled with a lot of internal noise. I cannot distinguish it from the noise outside.
A lot of noise outside. A lot of strands snapping. Thread-strands that connect me to the various aspects of my life. Many of these are snapping. Each strand snaps one by one. With each snap, all the things that I love and take for granted are getting away from me and I am threatened with desertion. Friends, family, hobbies. Strand by strand, thread by thread, they're all getting weak.
One thread seems to be stronger, much stronger than the others... It seems to be taking up all the time. So much so that it is not a thread anymore, but has turned into a giant serpent that threatens to swallow me if I lose control. Sadly it is what gives me my roti and kapda (not yet makaan). So the 'need' to tame this giant.
I'd like to think of it as a huge thestral (black-winged creepy horse-like animals, again, if you had to read this to understand it, go scold yourself for not reading harry potter!) I have to ride and reach the skies! Cause I can't particularly ride a serpent right, it would be really funny! I'd sit on its neck and slide right down! And obviously the serpent wouldn't take it in a happy spirit either, using his body like a slide! LOL. So yeah, I'll continue with Thestrals. Just like thestrals, this thread looks dark and creepy but it is what might help me reach the heights. It is such paradoxes that amuse and sooth the human mind, aint it? A relief that sinister looking things might also have some good in them. If i be with this thread and give it what it requires, it will take me places..! Or maybe not. But atleast it won't try to gobble me up!
Thankfully the snapped strands demand much more, aren't that weak, and have held on tight!
Its how you look at things, really! Isn't it?
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Loooooooooooooooooooooooooooong day!
got back home just a few minutes ago..was at the Landmark forum evening session for assisting. the evening started at 7:30 and continued till 11:30..
it means i devoted this time to be part of a support system for a great evening, without which the evening cannot thrive. What i took back from it is my ability to share about what i got from my forum with complete strangers!
ALso the fact that i got stopped by people's reasons, when it came to people's registration, i gave up on their reasons, never got their concerns, and pacified my self with being content that i did not end up pressurizing them.
I revisited my guest lecture and my landmark forum evening tonight and that for me was a refresher! :)
it means i devoted this time to be part of a support system for a great evening, without which the evening cannot thrive. What i took back from it is my ability to share about what i got from my forum with complete strangers!
ALso the fact that i got stopped by people's reasons, when it came to people's registration, i gave up on their reasons, never got their concerns, and pacified my self with being content that i did not end up pressurizing them.
I revisited my guest lecture and my landmark forum evening tonight and that for me was a refresher! :)
Monday, June 8, 2009
That satellite called Moon...
I hate going back home after 8...I'd have love to Apparate (a process of appearing and disappearing in and out of places to shorten travel time - if u had to read the meaning in these brackets, go scold urself for not reading harry potter!) back home in such cases !
Even then, I feel good that I've completed a certain share of work in that 1 and a 1/2 hour of my life that I give to my work.
On a regular night, I would have been utterly tired trying to fit my legs in my Co. bus with aweful legspace for ppl like me (yeah i got long legs..and don't make fun of that!) ...
But the sky I witnessed made me forget all my exhaustion! A clear blue-gray canvas held the only spot of white space in it, like the white spot was a prince and the canvas its satin carpet, on which it lay lazily, yet majestically.. as if hundred million laps came together to make their only baby sleep..
I looked at this beautiful sight and was amazed at how much sky i got to see at once in Mumbai! I was shocked! I always complained of the skyscrapers eating up on the amount of sky for me to gaze. And yet, here it was in the most unthinkable places..the chembur-mankhurd road.
The next I looked at the moon, a wisp of cloud formed under it which made it looked like a grey hairy puppy playing with its favorite white shiny ball..and I laughed at my own childishness...but nevertheless, what i'd conjured was a playful sight!
The moon kept me company till the Vashi bridge and thats when it turned prettier... I did not know a little change of background could make so much of a difference. The water sprinkled with the moonlight was a sight to see..!! (but not to be enjoyed alone..). I enjoyed the sight till i started seeing familiar shapes of streetlights, the toll naka and buildings enter the canvas..and thats when my revierie was broken..but the pleasure remained.
the bus reached my starting point for another journey...time to catch the 9:04 PL!!! time to be home! Run Hemangi Run!
Even then, I feel good that I've completed a certain share of work in that 1 and a 1/2 hour of my life that I give to my work.
On a regular night, I would have been utterly tired trying to fit my legs in my Co. bus with aweful legspace for ppl like me (yeah i got long legs..and don't make fun of that!) ...
But the sky I witnessed made me forget all my exhaustion! A clear blue-gray canvas held the only spot of white space in it, like the white spot was a prince and the canvas its satin carpet, on which it lay lazily, yet majestically.. as if hundred million laps came together to make their only baby sleep..
I looked at this beautiful sight and was amazed at how much sky i got to see at once in Mumbai! I was shocked! I always complained of the skyscrapers eating up on the amount of sky for me to gaze. And yet, here it was in the most unthinkable places..the chembur-mankhurd road.
The next I looked at the moon, a wisp of cloud formed under it which made it looked like a grey hairy puppy playing with its favorite white shiny ball..and I laughed at my own childishness...but nevertheless, what i'd conjured was a playful sight!
The moon kept me company till the Vashi bridge and thats when it turned prettier... I did not know a little change of background could make so much of a difference. The water sprinkled with the moonlight was a sight to see..!! (but not to be enjoyed alone..). I enjoyed the sight till i started seeing familiar shapes of streetlights, the toll naka and buildings enter the canvas..and thats when my revierie was broken..but the pleasure remained.
the bus reached my starting point for another journey...time to catch the 9:04 PL!!! time to be home! Run Hemangi Run!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Be on track..
Having this weird feeling in my mind/heart (wherever)..that feeling called 'Guilt'...
Wel, there was no need to feel guilty, whatever i'd done was my responsibility...and no one but me was responsible for it..
I stop using guilt to not take responsibility of my own actions...I'm just making a big deal out of it...its rightly said - the more you think, the more meaning you make, the more convoluted it becomes and the more lost you get.
So yeah, be connected to reality, don't make meaning, and you'll be on track .. sounds good..
Wel, there was no need to feel guilty, whatever i'd done was my responsibility...and no one but me was responsible for it..
I stop using guilt to not take responsibility of my own actions...I'm just making a big deal out of it...its rightly said - the more you think, the more meaning you make, the more convoluted it becomes and the more lost you get.
So yeah, be connected to reality, don't make meaning, and you'll be on track .. sounds good..
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Colors...
The world of colors is brilliant. Its been a long time since ive held the brush in my hand and let some talking be done by the colors..not that I'm a great artist, but it is that feeling inside i get to paint and that id be good at it. I'll never know until i actually paint...
Its not that I've been painting all the while and have suddenly stopped... A Tee i'd painted for a frend is the closest ive got to painting ... that too with some reference in front of me.
I feel originality is very important...until then I'll be just someone who copies perfectly...whats that any use of? Huh?
Its not that I've been painting all the while and have suddenly stopped... A Tee i'd painted for a frend is the closest ive got to painting ... that too with some reference in front of me.
I feel originality is very important...until then I'll be just someone who copies perfectly...whats that any use of? Huh?
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
'Writing'... its a world where u can build worlds, build reality..
Whoever invented language was an oh-so-brilliant artist! There couldn't have been a better gift to mankind.
Creating worlds with our words..is brilliant, isn't it?
Trust me, whatever you say happens - its like the Midas touch...everything you speak turns to reality.
There's just one catalyst you've gotta use.. ur actions. Speak and act - simple, isnt it?
Not simple! Act is where the problem begins (but my detailed analysis [!!!!] has shown, it begins in my commitment).
I spoke to people today. Some, my close friends..and some I had not even met. One was the chairperson of the Clean Mumbai Foundation (yeah, really! such a thing exists!! :P ), the other a ticket clerk at my railway station. What I realised (in hindsight) in both was the background with which I talked to both of them. And ultimately at the end, what i got is what i'd already thought of in my mind. I had thought of getting some information from the tkt clerk and i got that, I had thought of getting support and guidance from the Chairperson and i got that (wel atleast a hint of it.).
Had I thought of something else, I'd have got that.
HOw many more such things do I want in life from people? Day off from work, raise, commitment, time, forgiveness.. (dont read on, it turns into an endless list..)
So many wants and so little commitment!!
Whoever invented language was an oh-so-brilliant artist! There couldn't have been a better gift to mankind.
Creating worlds with our words..is brilliant, isn't it?
Trust me, whatever you say happens - its like the Midas touch...everything you speak turns to reality.
There's just one catalyst you've gotta use.. ur actions. Speak and act - simple, isnt it?
Not simple! Act is where the problem begins (but my detailed analysis [!!!!] has shown, it begins in my commitment).
I spoke to people today. Some, my close friends..and some I had not even met. One was the chairperson of the Clean Mumbai Foundation (yeah, really! such a thing exists!! :P ), the other a ticket clerk at my railway station. What I realised (in hindsight) in both was the background with which I talked to both of them. And ultimately at the end, what i got is what i'd already thought of in my mind. I had thought of getting some information from the tkt clerk and i got that, I had thought of getting support and guidance from the Chairperson and i got that (wel atleast a hint of it.).
Had I thought of something else, I'd have got that.
HOw many more such things do I want in life from people? Day off from work, raise, commitment, time, forgiveness.. (dont read on, it turns into an endless list..)
So many wants and so little commitment!!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Lost
The incessant mind seems to have wandered too far today...cant find its way back...
It feels like Hansel from Hansel and Gretel who had thrown bread crumbs on the way to get back to his home...but the breadcrumbs were eaten on the way by animals and brids.
Anything that Im thinking of isn't lasting for even a minute.. such a traffic jam of thoughts has come after a long time and its not welcome.
It feels like Hansel from Hansel and Gretel who had thrown bread crumbs on the way to get back to his home...but the breadcrumbs were eaten on the way by animals and brids.
Anything that Im thinking of isn't lasting for even a minute.. such a traffic jam of thoughts has come after a long time and its not welcome.
Don't resist, be healthy..
This is my personal experience guys...do not resist anything...
Whether it is your feelings, or some person...
I have tried long and hard of resisting many things but it has done me no good.
Just the other day I was talking to a friend - and she had an intersting thing to say. "Having acidity means there's something you are resisting in your life, which you are not ready to accept."
And I said - wow that sounds really far-fetched. I mean what the hell has me resisting something got to do with my frickin digestion!!
Well, I think it could work this way. When I resist something, all my energy gets sucked into the resisting, leaving very little for other things...
Whether it is your feelings, or some person...
I have tried long and hard of resisting many things but it has done me no good.
Just the other day I was talking to a friend - and she had an intersting thing to say. "Having acidity means there's something you are resisting in your life, which you are not ready to accept."
And I said - wow that sounds really far-fetched. I mean what the hell has me resisting something got to do with my frickin digestion!!
Well, I think it could work this way. When I resist something, all my energy gets sucked into the resisting, leaving very little for other things...
Saturday, May 30, 2009
What?? No Money?
"What are you saying?" asked Rohan in an exasperated voice.
"You're out of your mind Vishaal! The stuff has gotten to you."
"I knew you wouldn't believe me...that's why I didn't tell you." Said Vishal, looking serious.
"Do you realise what you're saying? You're telling me, that money suddenly has no value??"
"Well, I'll tell you from the beginning.
I'd gone to this store to buy some soap. When I gave the shopkeeper a 100 rupee note, he stared at it like I was from outer space!" He stared at it long and hard and said - "What is this?"
I said "Its money, what are you thinking so much for?"
Then his face lit up, and he said in a hushed voice, "We don't take this kind of money any more, Don't you know?" Suddenly he said, "Have you come from the beyond?"
He's insane, I thought, I should've known better than come here.
"Really, have you?"
"Well," I said. "I did come from 'beyond' that door." Making a really really crappy attempt at a joke.
...to be continued... :P :P (What to do, couldn't think of anything more..)
"You're out of your mind Vishaal! The stuff has gotten to you."
"I knew you wouldn't believe me...that's why I didn't tell you." Said Vishal, looking serious.
"Do you realise what you're saying? You're telling me, that money suddenly has no value??"
"Well, I'll tell you from the beginning.
I'd gone to this store to buy some soap. When I gave the shopkeeper a 100 rupee note, he stared at it like I was from outer space!" He stared at it long and hard and said - "What is this?"
I said "Its money, what are you thinking so much for?"
Then his face lit up, and he said in a hushed voice, "We don't take this kind of money any more, Don't you know?" Suddenly he said, "Have you come from the beyond?"
He's insane, I thought, I should've known better than come here.
"Really, have you?"
"Well," I said. "I did come from 'beyond' that door." Making a really really crappy attempt at a joke.
...to be continued... :P :P (What to do, couldn't think of anything more..)
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Clean up!
Ever looked out of the train you travel in? What do you notice? Do you notice the empty wafer, juice, chocolate wrappers thrown by seemingly educated people like us..?
What gives us the right to simply throw our rubbish on the tracks that can be kept clean? Some people have the best excuse! This is paper baba..it will degrade...I'm not throwing plastic atleast.. Like hell! Thats like saying I'm not shi**ing on the road, just p**ing...
To some people this might sound like a school lesson of cleanliness..but what we forget is the simplicity with which cleanliness could come to us.
What makes us refrain from keeping the empty wrappers, fruit peels, ciggerette cartons, with our selves until we find some dust bin? Are we so frickin illiterate that we don't understand simplicity of it? Or are we just plain and simple indifferent to our surroundings, like its nobody's business? And then cry about how the city is going down and nothing can be done about it@!
One type of people are who decorate the city with their hands and rubbish (their own, mind u) and the others who are brilliant at this art with their mouths! They paint the town red..literally! Urgh! Its just disgusting how ppl can spit just about anywhere! Wel i being so offended simply do with giving the concerned culprit a nasty look...! A friend of mine doesnt refrain from using her tongue though. I really admire people who have such guts!
Its not about doing something that others are asking you to do, its about cleaning up your act!
Find a bin, throw the garbage, don't find any? demand for one...wouldn't you do that in your own home?
What gives us the right to simply throw our rubbish on the tracks that can be kept clean? Some people have the best excuse! This is paper baba..it will degrade...I'm not throwing plastic atleast.. Like hell! Thats like saying I'm not shi**ing on the road, just p**ing...
To some people this might sound like a school lesson of cleanliness..but what we forget is the simplicity with which cleanliness could come to us.
What makes us refrain from keeping the empty wrappers, fruit peels, ciggerette cartons, with our selves until we find some dust bin? Are we so frickin illiterate that we don't understand simplicity of it? Or are we just plain and simple indifferent to our surroundings, like its nobody's business? And then cry about how the city is going down and nothing can be done about it@!
One type of people are who decorate the city with their hands and rubbish (their own, mind u) and the others who are brilliant at this art with their mouths! They paint the town red..literally! Urgh! Its just disgusting how ppl can spit just about anywhere! Wel i being so offended simply do with giving the concerned culprit a nasty look...! A friend of mine doesnt refrain from using her tongue though. I really admire people who have such guts!
Its not about doing something that others are asking you to do, its about cleaning up your act!
Find a bin, throw the garbage, don't find any? demand for one...wouldn't you do that in your own home?
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Dreams...
Yesterday was the-internet-is-so-slow-a-turtle-could-win-with-it day.. so yeah it ended up ditching me and me ditching my blog post for the day.. :( :(
Anyway, so here it is back to its normal speed, and here i am, blogging away to glory when my eyes are ready to fall out! :P
...5 mins...and stil can't think of anything to write..I'm not the kind of person who would blog about her inner most feelings- so thats out. I have little knowledge about politics to give some away, nor do i know anything about the current IPL matches.
Well what i have been watching lately is NDTV good times and Travel and Living...i seriously wish for an anchor's job in the latter! Who wouldn't wanna go to exotic locales, wear nice clothes, meet new people, taste good food, taste wine, and prance around in pubs? hmm, I wonder what their lives would be like...
ive always dreamed of going to the Himalayas..but dunno if i'd have the physical strength to do so..so Leh and Laddakh would be a good substitute. Then there's the Hemkund sahib somewhere near Himachal (i guess..). An article i'd read about it intrigued me so much about it..that it has entered my top so many list of travel destinations. Another such source was my junior college friend when she had narrated her Jaipur trip to us. The stories behind each palace and each monument were fascinating! It was only emphasized to a great extent when a photographer colleague of mine recently shared with us, his pictures of the Rajasthan Desert Festival he'd been to. Every color one could imagine was there!
Punjab is another place i want go just to see the sarson ke khet and eat the awesome food i've heard about. And Jammu and Kashmir are any traveler's favorite.. :) The Dal lake my mom tells me, can't be covered even in a day..beautiful boat houses, lotuses of every color, and the silent water...conjure a picturesque image we are so used to seeing in Yash Raj movies.
Next comes - Sikkim - for its scenary again..(wat to do ...m a sucker for beautiful landscapes!).
Goa - is an ultimate party destination..and would go there once for the descriptions ive heard about it from my best buddies!
One thing i'd never forget on these trips is my camera...although now its a normal digicam..it would then be a superdigital SLR camera complete with all accesories! I'd never let one beautiful sight go away! Capture moments, freeze time!
These are my dreams..what are yours? :)
Anyway, so here it is back to its normal speed, and here i am, blogging away to glory when my eyes are ready to fall out! :P
...5 mins...and stil can't think of anything to write..I'm not the kind of person who would blog about her inner most feelings- so thats out. I have little knowledge about politics to give some away, nor do i know anything about the current IPL matches.
Well what i have been watching lately is NDTV good times and Travel and Living...i seriously wish for an anchor's job in the latter! Who wouldn't wanna go to exotic locales, wear nice clothes, meet new people, taste good food, taste wine, and prance around in pubs? hmm, I wonder what their lives would be like...
ive always dreamed of going to the Himalayas..but dunno if i'd have the physical strength to do so..so Leh and Laddakh would be a good substitute. Then there's the Hemkund sahib somewhere near Himachal (i guess..). An article i'd read about it intrigued me so much about it..that it has entered my top so many list of travel destinations. Another such source was my junior college friend when she had narrated her Jaipur trip to us. The stories behind each palace and each monument were fascinating! It was only emphasized to a great extent when a photographer colleague of mine recently shared with us, his pictures of the Rajasthan Desert Festival he'd been to. Every color one could imagine was there!
Punjab is another place i want go just to see the sarson ke khet and eat the awesome food i've heard about. And Jammu and Kashmir are any traveler's favorite.. :) The Dal lake my mom tells me, can't be covered even in a day..beautiful boat houses, lotuses of every color, and the silent water...conjure a picturesque image we are so used to seeing in Yash Raj movies.
Next comes - Sikkim - for its scenary again..(wat to do ...m a sucker for beautiful landscapes!).
Goa - is an ultimate party destination..and would go there once for the descriptions ive heard about it from my best buddies!
One thing i'd never forget on these trips is my camera...although now its a normal digicam..it would then be a superdigital SLR camera complete with all accesories! I'd never let one beautiful sight go away! Capture moments, freeze time!
These are my dreams..what are yours? :)
Saturday, May 23, 2009
If only understanding between two people would be simple...whole conversations would be without words..telepathic!
There would be no need for strategic converstations, no need for being responsible for interpreting the other, just read minds and be through with it. Its one big hodge-podge in my head right now. I cant think straight. Its only because my energy is directed elsewhere..somewhere inauthentic. I could hold the humid weather responsible for it. But alas not with the knowledge that no body else but I am responsible for what I make of myself and other things. I have the power~! - just like He-man prince of Eternia.. :))
Hmmm...He-man ..what memories! Oracle, Tina, evil Skeletor...all in their fight of good and evil. What is good and evil anyway? Who decides what is good and what is evil? Its all so subjective. It is relative, or an agreement between people. The more the people in agreement of it the stronger the good or evil becomes. So amazing it is that not the good or evil but the people in agreement bring it into existence. But it is the properties of each that bring the people into agreement - Isn't it?
Today, I'm putting up a new post, just for the heck of it... I have no particular subject in mind. Is sticking to commitment more important than putting your heart into it? I have no answers..there are no answers...only creations, of your own. But why am I making it so complicated? Its so simple, say things - and stick to it. Period.
There would be no need for strategic converstations, no need for being responsible for interpreting the other, just read minds and be through with it. Its one big hodge-podge in my head right now. I cant think straight. Its only because my energy is directed elsewhere..somewhere inauthentic. I could hold the humid weather responsible for it. But alas not with the knowledge that no body else but I am responsible for what I make of myself and other things. I have the power~! - just like He-man prince of Eternia.. :))
Hmmm...He-man ..what memories! Oracle, Tina, evil Skeletor...all in their fight of good and evil. What is good and evil anyway? Who decides what is good and what is evil? Its all so subjective. It is relative, or an agreement between people. The more the people in agreement of it the stronger the good or evil becomes. So amazing it is that not the good or evil but the people in agreement bring it into existence. But it is the properties of each that bring the people into agreement - Isn't it?
Today, I'm putting up a new post, just for the heck of it... I have no particular subject in mind. Is sticking to commitment more important than putting your heart into it? I have no answers..there are no answers...only creations, of your own. But why am I making it so complicated? Its so simple, say things - and stick to it. Period.
I feel so light headed when i dont have anything to hide! alas! thats not the case very often..and today is one of those days :(
what could i create here? leaving aside my concerns and worries and schemes? I try to measure up in other ways..at such times..
But it shouldn't be that way right? Who decides what should and shouldn't be, anyway? Me it is... I choose..Freely! I choose the consequences too!
But what I choose is of utmost importance..because it will steer the course of my path..
There's nothing 'right' and 'wrong' ..there are only....consequences..
Its a long time since I have felt strongly about anything...
The softboard at Lionbridge took on a new splash of colors for the past week. No, it was not some Holi-playing freak that broke loose on our floor. It was the creation of a DIgital SLR lens, more importantly, of the eyes behind that lens. Those eyes brought the entire Rajasthan alive on our otherwise empty and corporate-slapped-all-over softboard! Turbans of every hue on the heads of enthusiastic foreigners. (Possibly) American girls shying away in pink, sequin-bordered ghunghats, local men and women donning their everyday ethnic attire, kids with mischievous glints in their eyes! My favorite was the silhoutte of a local man with his camel against the crimson sky..aaah..brilliant it was! The eyes just darted from one photo to another! Every time they felt a respite. :) Thanks Krishna, for that wonderful trip :)
what could i create here? leaving aside my concerns and worries and schemes? I try to measure up in other ways..at such times..
But it shouldn't be that way right? Who decides what should and shouldn't be, anyway? Me it is... I choose..Freely! I choose the consequences too!
But what I choose is of utmost importance..because it will steer the course of my path..
There's nothing 'right' and 'wrong' ..there are only....consequences..
Its a long time since I have felt strongly about anything...
The softboard at Lionbridge took on a new splash of colors for the past week. No, it was not some Holi-playing freak that broke loose on our floor. It was the creation of a DIgital SLR lens, more importantly, of the eyes behind that lens. Those eyes brought the entire Rajasthan alive on our otherwise empty and corporate-slapped-all-over softboard! Turbans of every hue on the heads of enthusiastic foreigners. (Possibly) American girls shying away in pink, sequin-bordered ghunghats, local men and women donning their everyday ethnic attire, kids with mischievous glints in their eyes! My favorite was the silhoutte of a local man with his camel against the crimson sky..aaah..brilliant it was! The eyes just darted from one photo to another! Every time they felt a respite. :) Thanks Krishna, for that wonderful trip :)
Friday, May 22, 2009
too tired to blog?
naaah...! not tired.. just exhausted.. :P
well I've had a good day today. Especially after seeing the feedback on my assignments...i sorta did them in a hurry. but it paid off anyway...sjkjdl
;flsdkjfowi ds jda ..ohk the endephrine is setting in..i gotta go crashland!
well I've had a good day today. Especially after seeing the feedback on my assignments...i sorta did them in a hurry. but it paid off anyway...sjkjdl
;flsdkjfowi ds jda ..ohk the endephrine is setting in..i gotta go crashland!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
First Ever Public Ramble!
wel, wel, well..back to the bloggin world after 3 long years....how does it feel? absolutely at home! its like i'm used to doing this... :)
the first rains came today ...the smell of the earth filled me..the dotted-line-like rain in the background of the yellow streetlight made me nostalgic of the similar sight i'd experienced in Ottawa...with freinds, completely at ease, at the middle of the night returning to our hotel.. and enjoying something immensely!! What that something was i don't know, but it came back to me as i looked at the line-like rain from the window of the roaring beast i was in - my sole means of transport that takes me out of the jungle called Powai. I was haaaaaaaaapppy after that! :) my smile could've reached from my left ear to the right ear of the guy sitting next to me!! (well..so much for an attempt at Hyperbole, lol)
The happiness could have been due to the 'something', the 'rains' coming after four freaking sweltering months of heat, or the word I had with my S.E.L.P coach - she always manages to leave me inspired..! Well whatever the reason...I wanted to sustain it..
I had a long week ahead of me awaiting things to be done...things that I'd promised...and its not a burden that i have to bear...its just like the smell of the earth that emanates after being quenched!
the first rains came today ...the smell of the earth filled me..the dotted-line-like rain in the background of the yellow streetlight made me nostalgic of the similar sight i'd experienced in Ottawa...with freinds, completely at ease, at the middle of the night returning to our hotel.. and enjoying something immensely!! What that something was i don't know, but it came back to me as i looked at the line-like rain from the window of the roaring beast i was in - my sole means of transport that takes me out of the jungle called Powai. I was haaaaaaaaapppy after that! :) my smile could've reached from my left ear to the right ear of the guy sitting next to me!! (well..so much for an attempt at Hyperbole, lol)
The happiness could have been due to the 'something', the 'rains' coming after four freaking sweltering months of heat, or the word I had with my S.E.L.P coach - she always manages to leave me inspired..! Well whatever the reason...I wanted to sustain it..
I had a long week ahead of me awaiting things to be done...things that I'd promised...and its not a burden that i have to bear...its just like the smell of the earth that emanates after being quenched!
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