The stories aren't important. The moral of the story is.
Morals of the story:
1. Nothing/Nobody is irreplaceable.
2. Don't get your heart stuck on something.
Net Take-Out:
Learn how to roll with the punches and try and wrap your head around, "What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger."
P.S. Shit Happens. Life Goes On...But Until Then...
Wednesday, 30 April 2008
Sunday, 27 April 2008
Banana Sticker Man, Where Art Thou ?
My secret banana sticker man lover has foresaken me. He hasn't written to me in a while. I have waited patiently all this while for a secret clandestine note...but to no avail. I have bought innumerous bananas with no luck.
And now giddy with nervous excitement post a glass of banana milkshake I await the return of the boy with more bananas...
Perhaps the sticker-love notes will reappear...perhaps perhaps perhaps...
And now giddy with nervous excitement post a glass of banana milkshake I await the return of the boy with more bananas...
Perhaps the sticker-love notes will reappear...perhaps perhaps perhaps...
Metaphor Ellicitation
me: its raining :D
and cold rain !
on a warmish day !
magic must be made of things like thesehe: ulta. magic makes such things
and pune seems bereft of it
me: na na magic is made up of things like these
me: na na magic is made up of things like these
magic makes more magnificent things happen
pune is bereft because it grieves my loss :)
he: ai hai
he: ai hai
qattal , jabardasti but qattal
me: as u can see I'm on a roll
he: unfortunately i think it just continues
me: as u can see I'm on a roll
he: unfortunately i think it just continues
there is no stopping your rolling
i think the circular symmetry you have attained assists you
i think the circular symmetry you have attained assists you
me: words are dancing off your plump fingers and creating poetry on the keyboard
is there a butterfly on your mouse ?
he: no butterflies anywhere
he: no butterflies anywhere
me: how unfortunate...stomach butterflies are the things one lives for
the day they die, a part of u does too
he: and that reminds me your butterflies prediction
he: and that reminds me your butterflies prediction
which did not come true
me: bring back the people who cause the butterflies
he: they bring a lot more than just butterflies
me: it will keep u alive
sort the butterflies out and separate them from all else
use your agile mind to enjoy the butterflies and ignore the rest
use your agile mind to enjoy the butterflies and ignore the rest
harmless selfishness never harmed anyone
he: hmmm , i think that is what i did this time
if i come to think about it
hmm hmm hmm
me: how interesting !
me: how interesting !
but you claimed the lack of em butterflies
he: hmmm
me: so make up your mind laddie
he: no butterflies
me: i feel you ascribe much to butterflies than exists and hence the fear to claim their presence
me: i feel you ascribe much to butterflies than exists and hence the fear to claim their presence
he: possible possible
me: rein your thoughts that transform from wild horses to petulant possom at every chanceto control the butterflies you must control your thoughts
Arbitness on a Sunday morning. Great start to the day :)
me: rein your thoughts that transform from wild horses to petulant possom at every chanceto control the butterflies you must control your thoughts
Arbitness on a Sunday morning. Great start to the day :)
Saturday, 26 April 2008
Oooo...an experiment landed itself in me lap this morning.
The boy announced rather matter of factly that he has decided to pay for a private parking space starting June 1st.
He says, post acquiring a parking spot he will take me out every night.
I have decided to make a project out of this initiative and study the pre and post parking spot versions of the boy.
I believe this study will throw light on the currently foggy perception of - parking lot being the reason for the lack of social life vs. the boy being the reason for the lack of social life.
Results shall be posted in three months, post tremendous analysis.
He says, post acquiring a parking spot he will take me out every night.
I have decided to make a project out of this initiative and study the pre and post parking spot versions of the boy.
I believe this study will throw light on the currently foggy perception of - parking lot being the reason for the lack of social life vs. the boy being the reason for the lack of social life.
Results shall be posted in three months, post tremendous analysis.
Tuesday, 22 April 2008
After Thought
Do I ask too much ? But I only ask once in a while.
Should I plan my back ups ? But that buoy is all I have.
Hope is all I have. Faith is all I need.
Do I ask too much ?
Should I plan my back ups ? But that buoy is all I have.
Hope is all I have. Faith is all I need.
Do I ask too much ?
Thought
Drifting in high seas. Dreams of free floating realised. Not as much fun as expected.
On the contrary, another one of them character building exercises.
Searching high and low for a buoy. Pinning all hopes on that sole float to take me ashore.
On the contrary, another one of them character building exercises.
Searching high and low for a buoy. Pinning all hopes on that sole float to take me ashore.
Just Something Interesting I Read...Posted for Posterity
The mirror stage according to Lacan is the infantile stage where an external image of the body (potentially a mirror reflection or represented through the mother) produces a psychic response that gives rise to the mental representation of an "I".
The infant identifies with the image, which serves as a gestalt* of the infant's emerging perceptions of selfhood, but because the image of a unified body does not correspond with the underdeveloped infant's physical vulnerability and weakness, this imago is established as an Ideal-I toward which the subject will perpetually strive throughout his or her life.
For Lacan, the mirror stage establishes the ego as fundamentally dependent upon external objects, on another.
* The German word Gestalt means "pattern" or "figure." As a psychological concept, Gestalt refers to our perception of a form whose meaning exceeds the totality of its components--a Gestalt is always greater than the sum of its parts. Gestalt psychology is founded on the observation that we do not comprehend our world as an assemblage of disparate elements, but as a pattern of meaningful forms. Our understanding of a "home", for example, is derived from more than merely the materials and architectural plans that produce the physical "house." A "face" is likewise more than a collection of identifiable parts. For Lacan, the imago with which the infant identifies in the mirror stage is a kind of Gestalt. The infant recognizes not only that it is a particular shape, but also grasps that this shape has a special -- in fact transformative -- significance.
And now the question - So is the imago conscious or unconscious - I mean if the ego is conscious what is the relation between the ego and the imago - does the ego continue with the image in some kind of dynamic after the mirror-stage? just wondering...
Why do I bring this upon myself ?
Sigh.
The infant identifies with the image, which serves as a gestalt* of the infant's emerging perceptions of selfhood, but because the image of a unified body does not correspond with the underdeveloped infant's physical vulnerability and weakness, this imago is established as an Ideal-I toward which the subject will perpetually strive throughout his or her life.
For Lacan, the mirror stage establishes the ego as fundamentally dependent upon external objects, on another.
* The German word Gestalt means "pattern" or "figure." As a psychological concept, Gestalt refers to our perception of a form whose meaning exceeds the totality of its components--a Gestalt is always greater than the sum of its parts. Gestalt psychology is founded on the observation that we do not comprehend our world as an assemblage of disparate elements, but as a pattern of meaningful forms. Our understanding of a "home", for example, is derived from more than merely the materials and architectural plans that produce the physical "house." A "face" is likewise more than a collection of identifiable parts. For Lacan, the imago with which the infant identifies in the mirror stage is a kind of Gestalt. The infant recognizes not only that it is a particular shape, but also grasps that this shape has a special -- in fact transformative -- significance.
And now the question - So is the imago conscious or unconscious - I mean if the ego is conscious what is the relation between the ego and the imago - does the ego continue with the image in some kind of dynamic after the mirror-stage? just wondering...
Why do I bring this upon myself ?
Sigh.
Saturday, 19 April 2008
I Hear Lights
No. Really. I do.
The sounds of cop cars and fire engines blaring away like a cuckoo going menopausal with an amplifier in her voice is etched deep in my reptilian brain.
Ergo, even when the drivers of these vehicles mute the sound and just have the flashing lights, my brain recreates the sound in full blast.
So all the muting drama is just pointless. May as well unmute the nonsense. At least I won't feel like Joan of Arc* then.
* Joan of Arc heard voices too. I am sure you knew that. And you ? Who me ? Couldn't be. Then who ? Mr. X stole the cookie from the cookie jar. HUSH.
The sounds of cop cars and fire engines blaring away like a cuckoo going menopausal with an amplifier in her voice is etched deep in my reptilian brain.
Ergo, even when the drivers of these vehicles mute the sound and just have the flashing lights, my brain recreates the sound in full blast.
So all the muting drama is just pointless. May as well unmute the nonsense. At least I won't feel like Joan of Arc* then.
* Joan of Arc heard voices too. I am sure you knew that. And you ? Who me ? Couldn't be. Then who ? Mr. X stole the cookie from the cookie jar. HUSH.
Wednesday, 9 April 2008
The saga continues...
Remember about those banana stickers ?
Well I bought a bunch today. And of course once I get home and decide to eat one, I see I've picked the one with the sticker again ! Guess what it says this time ?!
"Guilt-Free Snacking. Chiquita"
Instead of my initial paranoia, like on the first two occasions that the stickers showed up, this time I couldn't help but notice how appropriate the sticker is, given my new found fascination for healthier foods and weight loss !
Maybe there is after all a soul mate for me somewhere far far away, printing stickers to communicate with me. Or maybe it's our next door neighbour who hears my angst through the paper thin walls and manufactures these stickers for the convenience store where I buy the bananas from. The second option is just a wee-bit creepy for my liking...so I am going to stick with soulmate theory.
I think I might just finish this bunch of bananas ASAP as the excitement for my next communication from my secret love is just too much to take...
Well I bought a bunch today. And of course once I get home and decide to eat one, I see I've picked the one with the sticker again ! Guess what it says this time ?!
"Guilt-Free Snacking. Chiquita"
Instead of my initial paranoia, like on the first two occasions that the stickers showed up, this time I couldn't help but notice how appropriate the sticker is, given my new found fascination for healthier foods and weight loss !
Maybe there is after all a soul mate for me somewhere far far away, printing stickers to communicate with me. Or maybe it's our next door neighbour who hears my angst through the paper thin walls and manufactures these stickers for the convenience store where I buy the bananas from. The second option is just a wee-bit creepy for my liking...so I am going to stick with soulmate theory.
I think I might just finish this bunch of bananas ASAP as the excitement for my next communication from my secret love is just too much to take...
Thursday, 3 April 2008
A thousand apologies...But...
Sunday, 30 March 2008
In spirit of the previous post....
me: shit. solid procrastination. still haven't read or written ice breaker.
she: tell me abt it.
she: tell me abt it.
me: doom is coming. slowly.
she : lol.
me: instead drank more beer. i am beyond help.
she: nice.
me: also, i relaised all my chats with you start with me saying "fekk" or "shit" or "dude"
she: yah they do for the most part. hahahaha.
me: heeheehee. i dont feel the need to start traditionally....because i get a feeling u have a
general idea of what's going on here. so i may as well jump into the issue.
she: exactly.
me: and yes issues always demand a "FEKK DUDE".
she: ofcourse they do.
me: thank you.
she: it would not be right if it weren't.
me: when did u become so understanding ?
she: i have no clue.
me: correct only u speak everytime.
she: haha :D
me: this life is getting painful. because of unnecessary illusions. i have illusions of a career and money and bla. of course my lazyness over rules all attempts of realising em illusions. i have to somehow stop the illusions for good. then no pressure, na ?! full chilled only life will be. just imagine, dude.
she: there is never any pressure.
me: now now, dont act saint like. of course there is pressure.
she: i was being sarcastic.
me: oh like that.
she: yah.
me: incorrect estimation. apologies. but just imagine, dude.
Zero Self Control & Proud
I amuse myself sometimes when out of the blue I get tremendously focussed about my future and chalk out elaborate plans of how to tackle life.
1. Wake up every morning at 0600 hours. Read the news.
2. Go to the gym at 0800 hours. 5 days a week.
3. Spend the day productively mulling in textbooks and insightful assignments.
4. Step up job hunt.
5. Clean the house.
6. Cook.
Be a superwoman, basically. Or a human being, per em' nerds.
And then almost like a switch flicked off, I slip out of the zone as easily as I slipped into it and open a beer at 1900 hours on a Sunday evening.
Aah. Delight.
1. Wake up every morning at 0600 hours. Read the news.
2. Go to the gym at 0800 hours. 5 days a week.
3. Spend the day productively mulling in textbooks and insightful assignments.
4. Step up job hunt.
5. Clean the house.
6. Cook.
Be a superwoman, basically. Or a human being, per em' nerds.
And then almost like a switch flicked off, I slip out of the zone as easily as I slipped into it and open a beer at 1900 hours on a Sunday evening.
Aah. Delight.
Wednesday, 26 March 2008
Thursday, 20 March 2008
Sunday, 16 March 2008
Saturday, 15 March 2008
In Critical Need For A Change In Pace
I have found new music. I don't know these artists. I don't know these lyrics (yet). I cannot sing along (used to be criteria for music first).
I feel strangely liberated.
I feel un-stagnant.
Check the reason for my new found happy happy at the bottom.
P.S. Irrelevantly speaking, there is no bottom line is there ? Hmm. Okay. Moving on.
I feel strangely liberated.
I feel un-stagnant.
Check the reason for my new found happy happy at the bottom.
P.S. Irrelevantly speaking, there is no bottom line is there ? Hmm. Okay. Moving on.
Discomfort In Continum
In continuation to my previously found banana sticker, the new bunch I bought this week had another one of those slimy stickers.
It said, "Brain Fuel".
Again only on one in the bunch.
I am intrigued by the messaging. I am intrigued at the picking of one banana in the bunch to bear the burden of an inconvenient message.
What are the parameters of selection ? For the banana ? For the message ?
It said, "Brain Fuel".
Again only on one in the bunch.
I am intrigued by the messaging. I am intrigued at the picking of one banana in the bunch to bear the burden of an inconvenient message.
What are the parameters of selection ? For the banana ? For the message ?
Thursday, 13 March 2008
Life Lessons...
LEMON TREE
Will Holt- Boulder Music Corp.-BMI
Will Holt- Boulder Music Corp.-BMI
When I was just a lad of ten, my father said to me,
"Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree."
"Don't put your faith in love, my boy", my father said to me,
"I fear you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree."
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie
A girl so sweet that when she smiled the stars rose in the sky.
We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree
the music of her laughter hid my father's words from me:
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
One day she left without a word. She took away the sun.
And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.
She'd left me for another, it's a common tale but true.
A sadder man but wiser now I sing these words to you:
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
"Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree."
"Don't put your faith in love, my boy", my father said to me,
"I fear you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree."
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
One day beneath the lemon tree, my love and I did lie
A girl so sweet that when she smiled the stars rose in the sky.
We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree
the music of her laughter hid my father's words from me:
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
One day she left without a word. She took away the sun.
And in the dark she left behind, I knew what she had done.
She'd left me for another, it's a common tale but true.
A sadder man but wiser now I sing these words to you:
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.
Wednesday, 12 March 2008
Round and Proud !
Yes round is a shape. Yes round is a funny, comforting, friendly, loving, non judgmental sort of a shape. Round can represent many things. Round can make a lot of things happen. Round is revolutionary.
But what a round is not, is a skier. Round cannot balance himself/herself on two toothpick like equipments. Round has no sense of direction and will slide down any way the toothpicks, the slopes or the wind desires. It is also hard to break round's fall so unless it is a tree or a rock (lay there, be still) which doesn't really have a choice all other movable creatures will jump out of round's way oblivious of round's need for help.
Having said that, it is important to mention the one thing round is brilliant at, on the fluffy snowy slopes. Round is bloody brilliant at hurling down the slope on a tube at top speeds. I think round likes that more than skiing too.
And now round shall retire to it's cushy sofa and wait for the fervent colour of ripe blueberries to fade away from it's arse.
But what a round is not, is a skier. Round cannot balance himself/herself on two toothpick like equipments. Round has no sense of direction and will slide down any way the toothpicks, the slopes or the wind desires. It is also hard to break round's fall so unless it is a tree or a rock (lay there, be still) which doesn't really have a choice all other movable creatures will jump out of round's way oblivious of round's need for help.
Having said that, it is important to mention the one thing round is brilliant at, on the fluffy snowy slopes. Round is bloody brilliant at hurling down the slope on a tube at top speeds. I think round likes that more than skiing too.
And now round shall retire to it's cushy sofa and wait for the fervent colour of ripe blueberries to fade away from it's arse.
Friday, 7 March 2008
There is always a first time...
So we are leaving for our ski trip today and I am giddy with excitement about all the snow and all the falls...
Maybe there will be these...
Or maybe there will be these...
However, on a personal note, I think these kinds will be mostly predominant...
Will let you know how it went.
Until then,
Funky Ski Monkey
* Images from getty images
Maybe there will be these...
Or maybe there will be these...
However, on a personal note, I think these kinds will be mostly predominant...
Will let you know how it went.
Until then,
Funky Ski Monkey
* Images from getty images
Thursday, 6 March 2008
Surreal Realisations
We were made to meditate in class. Imagine your favourite spot. Imagine you are floating up to the skies. Imagine you are diving into the sea. And of course what you see through these realms.
This is what I saw.
Disillusioned about favourite spot. A flutter of images first, nothing clear, just strips of dark and light like a flip book. The flutter slows down. I see some images now. Still no one single image. Some pictures light up every now and then. Constant movement. Dizzying. Pictures from different places stick. Bedroom window sill, rotund, sameer balcony, Boston drawing room couch. My mind travels frantically hoping to find something that can be its anchor. Seems impossible to find. Now drifting away from places. White noise, disturbance. Now asked to leave your favourite spot and float up to the skies. This is much more comforting. Float up readily, easily, almost quickly. No pressure to belong. Freedom to wander. Now gliding low over calm seas. Dive under water and find my calm. I see my parents sitting on the table by the window, sipping on tea. They don't seem surprised to see me. It's like I never left. I see Rahul on the couch. I smile. I wake up.
Exhausted.
Disillusioned.
The hunt for the anchor continues...
This is what I saw.
Disillusioned about favourite spot. A flutter of images first, nothing clear, just strips of dark and light like a flip book. The flutter slows down. I see some images now. Still no one single image. Some pictures light up every now and then. Constant movement. Dizzying. Pictures from different places stick. Bedroom window sill, rotund, sameer balcony, Boston drawing room couch. My mind travels frantically hoping to find something that can be its anchor. Seems impossible to find. Now drifting away from places. White noise, disturbance. Now asked to leave your favourite spot and float up to the skies. This is much more comforting. Float up readily, easily, almost quickly. No pressure to belong. Freedom to wander. Now gliding low over calm seas. Dive under water and find my calm. I see my parents sitting on the table by the window, sipping on tea. They don't seem surprised to see me. It's like I never left. I see Rahul on the couch. I smile. I wake up.
Exhausted.
Disillusioned.
The hunt for the anchor continues...
Dilemma
I get offended very easily. For the past few weeks, I have been noticing something in class. I am sure this existed last semester too. But it is bothering me more this semester.
Blatant mockery of professors in class seems the norm. Sure, it is done in good humour or so they say. It is still wrong in my books.
Many questions come to mind. Respect ? The lack of it ? What you can say vs. What you should say ? Misjudging liberty ?
People in class are becoming increasingly unnecessary and unpleasant. What is worse is a group of fascinated followers egging along the supposed ring leaders in their mission to strip the institution and its professors of its deserved respect.
These kids start frantically calculating the fees/hour for each class and mope about how they are wasting their money, how they are going to go ahead and get themselves a 'real masters' post this. Little do they realise, given their attitude towards learning and professors, chances are they will never really get that 'real masters'.
I am amused at the juvenile behaviour of the 'clique'. Problem is, they want to be spoon fed. Problem is they think brand strategies can be formulated using an easy five step guide. Problem is their pea-brains incapacitate them from deriving learnings out of case studies. Problem is they will be none the wiser post this masters. Problem is that their assumptions and expectations are not only vague but also entirely incorrect. Problem is they know this too.
I wish everyone luck in the future.
I pray our paths never cross.
Lest ye wished to bear the wrath of an opinionated girl scorned.
Blatant mockery of professors in class seems the norm. Sure, it is done in good humour or so they say. It is still wrong in my books.
Many questions come to mind. Respect ? The lack of it ? What you can say vs. What you should say ? Misjudging liberty ?
People in class are becoming increasingly unnecessary and unpleasant. What is worse is a group of fascinated followers egging along the supposed ring leaders in their mission to strip the institution and its professors of its deserved respect.
These kids start frantically calculating the fees/hour for each class and mope about how they are wasting their money, how they are going to go ahead and get themselves a 'real masters' post this. Little do they realise, given their attitude towards learning and professors, chances are they will never really get that 'real masters'.
I am amused at the juvenile behaviour of the 'clique'. Problem is, they want to be spoon fed. Problem is they think brand strategies can be formulated using an easy five step guide. Problem is their pea-brains incapacitate them from deriving learnings out of case studies. Problem is they will be none the wiser post this masters. Problem is that their assumptions and expectations are not only vague but also entirely incorrect. Problem is they know this too.
I wish everyone luck in the future.
I pray our paths never cross.
Lest ye wished to bear the wrath of an opinionated girl scorned.
How Discomforting...
I decided to stop running into school on an empty stomach and popped a banana in my bag last morning.
I get into class, settle down, get the banana out of my bag, peel it, take the first few bites, feel great about my new found healthy lifestyle and then it happens...
I see a little blue sticker on the banana peel.
It reads - Raised with Tender Loving Care, Chiquita.
WTF !!!! That is just wrong. Or maybe my mind is in the gutter.
I won't be eating bananas for a while.
P.S. I cam home and checked the bunch for more such disgusting stickers, turns out only mine had it. Eew.
I get into class, settle down, get the banana out of my bag, peel it, take the first few bites, feel great about my new found healthy lifestyle and then it happens...
I see a little blue sticker on the banana peel.
It reads - Raised with Tender Loving Care, Chiquita.
WTF !!!! That is just wrong. Or maybe my mind is in the gutter.
I won't be eating bananas for a while.
P.S. I cam home and checked the bunch for more such disgusting stickers, turns out only mine had it. Eew.
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Looto Khazaana Bang Bang
How could I ever be sane when insanity struck me at such an impressionable age ?
I am falling in love again. Long live insanity :)
I am falling in love again. Long live insanity :)
"Why jump out of a perfectly good aeroplane ?
Why climb a great mountain that does not know you exist ?
Why run a marathon ?
Deep in the human consciousness is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense.
But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.
We do these things.
It is something deep within us, the need to feed our voracious appetite for danger
and glory.
It is the spirit of man."
Why climb a great mountain that does not know you exist ?
Why run a marathon ?
Deep in the human consciousness is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense.
But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.
We do these things.
It is something deep within us, the need to feed our voracious appetite for danger
and glory.
It is the spirit of man."
Saturday, 23 February 2008
Thursday, 21 February 2008
Damn You Kiwi Fruit !
You looked so pretty and exotic on my pastry. You teased my senses with your tingly, fresh full bodied taste.
You made me take you home.
At first you drew me closer and made me fall deeper in love with you.
And then....
You made my eyes water and my lips itch.
Is this how you deal with your lovers ?
Go back to New Zealand.
Damn You Kiwi Fruit !
Profound things happen when one is well-rested.
I have been noticing a change in Apt. 12A off late. A change for better.
There is more love in the house. There is more care and compassion in the house. There is more tolerance in the house. There is more appreciation in the house. There is better home cooked food in the house.
I did not know what brought about this change. I recognised a series of events for the past several weeks that could have led to this change. But I was not sure.
This morning, while attempting to write my morning pages, it all came clear.
Any change in thought is a change in reality.
And that is the reason.
Or it could be my inherently nice and enduring nature that is finally paying through.
But no.
It is for the first reason.
I have been noticing a change in Apt. 12A off late. A change for better.
There is more love in the house. There is more care and compassion in the house. There is more tolerance in the house. There is more appreciation in the house. There is better home cooked food in the house.
I did not know what brought about this change. I recognised a series of events for the past several weeks that could have led to this change. But I was not sure.
This morning, while attempting to write my morning pages, it all came clear.
Any change in thought is a change in reality.
And that is the reason.
Or it could be my inherently nice and enduring nature that is finally paying through.
But no.
It is for the first reason.
Friday, 15 February 2008
Sunday, 20 January 2008
The vagaries of a 24 year old
It feels nice to see a familiar face after a while.
But being surrounded by strangers is also pretty peaceful.
They know you for a brief moment. They know you by the mood you were in at that moment, the clothes you wore that day, what you said to them, how you made them feel.
You may click. You may never see each other again.
Both ways are comfortable.
Familiar faces are a lot more effort.
Too many points of reference.
I am increasingly disliking cumulative memory.
And more so how people use that cumulative memory.
But being surrounded by strangers is also pretty peaceful.
They know you for a brief moment. They know you by the mood you were in at that moment, the clothes you wore that day, what you said to them, how you made them feel.
You may click. You may never see each other again.
Both ways are comfortable.
Familiar faces are a lot more effort.
Too many points of reference.
I am increasingly disliking cumulative memory.
And more so how people use that cumulative memory.
Bridge of Sighs
According to legend, eternal love awaits the two lovers who kiss underneath the bridge at sunset.
Why does romance so magical seem ephemeral today ? Where did all the lovers go ?
Somethings only look good in black and white.
Thursday, 17 January 2008
Long long time ago...we were funny
'Random Thoughts' (a community on a social networking site) came to me and a few friends in the monsoons of 2006. Many lazy afternoons were spent in word play. Went back there today and dug out those conversations. It made me laugh and feel proud of my humour and my opponent's witty comebacks. They make me want to play again. But I guess we can't play again because it isn't monsoon of 2006 yet....
Until then I leave you with excerpts of a game called 'tell me why'....
Q: Tell me why is it that certain people think that being John Galt is the ultimate aim of life?
A: because certain people are not in sync with the remainder people whose penultimate aim in life is to be a free spirited fountain.
Q: Tell me why do i have deja-vous all the time?
A: maybe because you have "already seen" this level of the game time and again. eat the forbidden fruit and proceed to next level !
Q: On a philosophical note, why are people mean (so easily )?
A: because some people have a central tendency to it ! hee hee haa haa ! pun queen ! phissh !
Q: Tell me why are you so impatient?
A: Because i do not posses the ability to endure waiting, delay, or provocation without becoming annoyed or upset. apart from that I am quite calm.
Q: Tell me why is one verbose?
A: Because laconia is a small land and can hold only so many people , the rest all become verbose
Q: Tell me why Beckham bends it?
A: Because initially Beckham was a cross country runner and everyone knows running on roads causes knee bones to bend and hence his apparent talent is but a disability. we must praise the tar roads in Essex and not this blond boy.
Q: Why has love become so elusive?
A: Love is a condition or a phenomenon which was made to elude capture. Was devised in jest by the lord himself. His way of playing "carrot at the end of a stick" if u must....and hence love remains and will remain elusive for most....except for them who dislike carrots or maybe were smart enough to find a way around the stick.
Q: Why did frog jumped in the well?
A: Adult frogs are characterised by long hind legs, a short body, protruding eyes and the absence of a tail....in order to exercise his long hind legs and hide in shame about his absent tail he jumped into the well.
Q: Why are the aliens always green?
A: Aliens as we call them in popoular culture, exist amongst us, as they watch our every move and hence they choose to be green because of the colour's camouflaging properties....however, what with the depleting trees...they might have to rethink their strategy !
Q: Tell me why do we need to sharpen a pencil for precision writing?
A: Precision writing required utmost concentration , when people try to disturb you a pointy pencil comes in very handy to poke or slash or use as a dart if it is well balanced , as Camlin once said, "a pointed pencil is mightier than a sword" now you may be wondering why not keep a sword while precision writing, see if a sword goes blunt you have to take it to hatari honzo, whereas in a pencil just use the sharpener.
Q: Tell me why Rome wasn't built in a day?
A: Rome has a huge number of monuments and ruins both modern and ancient. While the ancient ruins and monuments were easy to construct, the modern ruins took a while as the city planners had exhausted all creative resources by then, and hence it took more than a day to built. Ahem.
Q: Tell me why people climb hills?
A: Because hill as a land form is generally higher than its surrounding terrain and might give some novice an idea of being above the rest of the gentry. or something like that. Hmm.
Q: Tell me why dearth creates price?
A: because dearth of excitement is a huge price to pay for an adult life.
Q: Tell me why am I feeling cornered?
A: Because in the geometry of infinite triangles, any point is always a vertice, for ever increasing number of triangles. And since the number is always increasing, hence the feeling of being cornerised evermore. Hence proved.
Q: Tell me why do we get jealous of each other?
A: Because Othello is filled with jealousy at the thought of losing Desdemona and hence it must be a cool thing to do =)
Q: Tell me why the word "why" starts with "W", ends with "Y" & has 3 letters?
A: Because with any other combination it would become a different word, for example a word starting with "S" and ending with "D" would make stupid if the info tells you its a 6 letter word.
Q: Tell me why is the world round?
A: No particular reason. Generally to avoid sharp corners. God is caring, you see... glee.
Q: Tell me why pot is better than the khet?
A: Because pol pot went to (rani)khet for extermination of intellectuals and other "bourgeois enemies" and since pot was righteous, khet must be bad.
Q: Tell me why did Betty sell sea shells at the sea shore?
A: She didn't. She was falsely accused. In reality Betty stole a bit of better butter to make the bitter butter better. For this she was suitably punished as prescribed in the scriptures.
Q: Tell me why the north pole of a magnet always points north?
A: Because in its heart of hearts a magnet is but a child longing for Santa to come each year with his gifts...and thus the longing look towards north pole...to explain why the magnet looks towards north pole post Christmas too....i give to you a lil devil called greed :)
Q: Tell me why does the papyrus plant grow on swampy areas?
A: Because just as swampy areas are converted into swanky neigbourhoods, similarly papyrus is converted into swanky chimanlal's paper. And hence to maintain this association they continue this symbiotic relationship.
Q: Tell me why I never took a liking to cats?
A: Cats tend to ignore people dogs adore them , as somebody once said "to keep a reality check on your life , keep a dog that worships you and a cat that ignores you" you being inclined to surrealism obviously don't have a need for a cat.
*Sighs*
Until then I leave you with excerpts of a game called 'tell me why'....
Q: Tell me why is it that certain people think that being John Galt is the ultimate aim of life?
A: because certain people are not in sync with the remainder people whose penultimate aim in life is to be a free spirited fountain.
Q: Tell me why do i have deja-vous all the time?
A: maybe because you have "already seen" this level of the game time and again. eat the forbidden fruit and proceed to next level !
Q: On a philosophical note, why are people mean (so easily )?
A: because some people have a central tendency to it ! hee hee haa haa ! pun queen ! phissh !
Q: Tell me why are you so impatient?
A: Because i do not posses the ability to endure waiting, delay, or provocation without becoming annoyed or upset. apart from that I am quite calm.
Q: Tell me why is one verbose?
A: Because laconia is a small land and can hold only so many people , the rest all become verbose
Q: Tell me why Beckham bends it?
A: Because initially Beckham was a cross country runner and everyone knows running on roads causes knee bones to bend and hence his apparent talent is but a disability. we must praise the tar roads in Essex and not this blond boy.
Q: Why has love become so elusive?
A: Love is a condition or a phenomenon which was made to elude capture. Was devised in jest by the lord himself. His way of playing "carrot at the end of a stick" if u must....and hence love remains and will remain elusive for most....except for them who dislike carrots or maybe were smart enough to find a way around the stick.
Q: Why did frog jumped in the well?
A: Adult frogs are characterised by long hind legs, a short body, protruding eyes and the absence of a tail....in order to exercise his long hind legs and hide in shame about his absent tail he jumped into the well.
Q: Why are the aliens always green?
A: Aliens as we call them in popoular culture, exist amongst us, as they watch our every move and hence they choose to be green because of the colour's camouflaging properties....however, what with the depleting trees...they might have to rethink their strategy !
Q: Tell me why do we need to sharpen a pencil for precision writing?
A: Precision writing required utmost concentration , when people try to disturb you a pointy pencil comes in very handy to poke or slash or use as a dart if it is well balanced , as Camlin once said, "a pointed pencil is mightier than a sword" now you may be wondering why not keep a sword while precision writing, see if a sword goes blunt you have to take it to hatari honzo, whereas in a pencil just use the sharpener.
Q: Tell me why Rome wasn't built in a day?
A: Rome has a huge number of monuments and ruins both modern and ancient. While the ancient ruins and monuments were easy to construct, the modern ruins took a while as the city planners had exhausted all creative resources by then, and hence it took more than a day to built. Ahem.
Q: Tell me why people climb hills?
A: Because hill as a land form is generally higher than its surrounding terrain and might give some novice an idea of being above the rest of the gentry. or something like that. Hmm.
Q: Tell me why dearth creates price?
A: because dearth of excitement is a huge price to pay for an adult life.
Q: Tell me why am I feeling cornered?
A: Because in the geometry of infinite triangles, any point is always a vertice, for ever increasing number of triangles. And since the number is always increasing, hence the feeling of being cornerised evermore. Hence proved.
Q: Tell me why do we get jealous of each other?
A: Because Othello is filled with jealousy at the thought of losing Desdemona and hence it must be a cool thing to do =)
Q: Tell me why the word "why" starts with "W", ends with "Y" & has 3 letters?
A: Because with any other combination it would become a different word, for example a word starting with "S" and ending with "D" would make stupid if the info tells you its a 6 letter word.
Q: Tell me why is the world round?
A: No particular reason. Generally to avoid sharp corners. God is caring, you see... glee.
Q: Tell me why pot is better than the khet?
A: Because pol pot went to (rani)khet for extermination of intellectuals and other "bourgeois enemies" and since pot was righteous, khet must be bad.
Q: Tell me why did Betty sell sea shells at the sea shore?
A: She didn't. She was falsely accused. In reality Betty stole a bit of better butter to make the bitter butter better. For this she was suitably punished as prescribed in the scriptures.
Q: Tell me why the north pole of a magnet always points north?
A: Because in its heart of hearts a magnet is but a child longing for Santa to come each year with his gifts...and thus the longing look towards north pole...to explain why the magnet looks towards north pole post Christmas too....i give to you a lil devil called greed :)
Q: Tell me why does the papyrus plant grow on swampy areas?
A: Because just as swampy areas are converted into swanky neigbourhoods, similarly papyrus is converted into swanky chimanlal's paper. And hence to maintain this association they continue this symbiotic relationship.
Q: Tell me why I never took a liking to cats?
A: Cats tend to ignore people dogs adore them , as somebody once said "to keep a reality check on your life , keep a dog that worships you and a cat that ignores you" you being inclined to surrealism obviously don't have a need for a cat.
*Sighs*
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