I know I did better stuff at school!! :))
Monday, October 27, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Close't'!
My roomie was doing her namaaz a little while ago,on the occasion of “jagne ki raat”. It can be best described as an equivalent of Shivratri. We 3 kiddos,were looking at her in awe…trying to understand what she was doing. We quite didn’t understand if settling the dupatta over her forehead was a part of her prayer. So we started following the prayer closely again and then figured out that hair should be covered entirely and that is why she was stuffing every strand that came out every now and then.
I feel ignorant and elated at the same time.
Ignorance of that religion.
Elation of tolerance.
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And then, there are dreams. I see another dream when I am already living a beautiful one. I made the dream come true. Now, I feel its time to break this and make another. Sometime later, one more would come up to break this one. And I get restless. Indecisive. Judgemental. Irrespectably critical. Oh!! I wish there was a pause!!
The last question I would want my brain to ask is…
”Have I lost the spark??”
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I feel ignorant and elated at the same time.
Ignorance of that religion.
Elation of tolerance.
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And then, there are dreams. I see another dream when I am already living a beautiful one. I made the dream come true. Now, I feel its time to break this and make another. Sometime later, one more would come up to break this one. And I get restless. Indecisive. Judgemental. Irrespectably critical. Oh!! I wish there was a pause!!
The last question I would want my brain to ask is…
”Have I lost the spark??”
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Saturday, July 26, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Koooo...chuk...chuk...
Sometimes its just the gravity…gravity of thought,gravity of memory,gravity of company..
But then…what about time??? Was it not supposed to “heal” everything?? Time or change?? which one actually heals?? Does anything ever gets healed?? Or am I under an illusion?? What makes me call it an illusion?? Time or change??
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There is a distant tree…moving away from the train…with trunk so short that it almost makes me feel as if the burden of leaves is sinking it…as if the whole wind has been captured by these leaves…as if that pressure would blow out everything around,given a chance!! Ah!! There you are…chance!!
Luck or chance??? What comes first??
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There are kids…kids of every kind. I was a kid. I still am. I still remember trying to figure out,when I was four, why the tracks and trees were moving away while I was on the train. I have learnt. Little late, though. Learning late and learning the harder way…bachpan ki bhimari..shaayad!!
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Glad that the TTE has asked for the identity proof for the first time in the past 7 months of my hyd-chennai shuttle! No. Its not,entirely, the system that is making me happy. It’s the happiness of a part of my brain which has been acknowledged for remembering that 17 digit license number, for not making me run around whenever I needed it and, most of all, for reinforcing my confidence of being a “birthday/phone number bank” .
Just recollected this line…
“The beauty about reminder service is that we never know when it works.”
Now that gives me an idea or two…how about charging these forgetful dumbos with ten bucks everytime they are reminded of bdays?? And say about 100 bucks when it has really saved?? I mean, when it actually worked. Or may be, I wont charge them with anything. They would just have to laugh for every joke of mine,genuinely. No. laughing “at” my jokes is prohibited. Even now!!
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I still wave at those kids who wave with an innocent madness whenever a train passes by!! Good old “Night at the hotel”…taught me a thing. I wonder why our English textbooks have never been revised!?My teacher is still using that precious notes of mine to dictate to the class. I was about to ask her if I can have the pleasure of making a print of it when she said one of the most memorable and beautiful things to me…”Your handwriting….and the old cover…reminds me of you each day child!!I never allow the kids to touch it…nor do I leave it in the cupboard. I get it home.”
First..I felt happy. Needless to say.
Second…how could I miss out on such a simple thing??? She could have as well got it xeroxed!!! Stupid ha!! Yeah!! I am..most of the time!!
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Have to mention this. I write better when I am travelling. The other day…on my way back to chennai..(yeah..it almost happens every other weekend)….i had many lines popping in my head. Of what use? I didn’t even have a pen/pencil and paper. Leave alone the lappy. I had to be punished with that feeling of not being able to pen down those lines for my eleventh hour plan of running from the office to the station with just the wallet and mobile duo!! I had to stare out of the window. No kids to entertain either. But that span of 4 hours in the evening reinforced the fact that “cricket is a religion in India”. There were open places which were only a fourth of the size of a stadium which had atleast 6 matches going on at a time. Mass prayer, I guess!! And then there was a batsman,bowler and keeper trio who had the luxury of having all the ground for themselves! These are just the players of two villages…I have crossed atleast 8 such villages!!
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And then, there are dreams. No. Not the ones which keep us on the run in life. The ones that linger…the ones that pop questions…and the ones that scare our sub-conscious to the point of conscious denial.
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In aankhon ki masti ke
Masthanein hazaaron hain
What a beautiful way to spend the evenings...
Four gals…four different worlds…within the four walls…
And the song goes…
Hum labon se keh na paaye…unse haal-e-dil kabhi
Aur woh samjhe nahin yeh…
Khamoshi
Kya cheez hain!!
I am not sure which one I love better. Khamoshi itself?Or the pause that comes before it is sung? Or the way Jagjit sings it!?
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Read somewhere..
“I love work. It gives me something to do between the weekends.”
Lol!!
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But then…what about time??? Was it not supposed to “heal” everything?? Time or change?? which one actually heals?? Does anything ever gets healed?? Or am I under an illusion?? What makes me call it an illusion?? Time or change??
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There is a distant tree…moving away from the train…with trunk so short that it almost makes me feel as if the burden of leaves is sinking it…as if the whole wind has been captured by these leaves…as if that pressure would blow out everything around,given a chance!! Ah!! There you are…chance!!
Luck or chance??? What comes first??
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
There are kids…kids of every kind. I was a kid. I still am. I still remember trying to figure out,when I was four, why the tracks and trees were moving away while I was on the train. I have learnt. Little late, though. Learning late and learning the harder way…bachpan ki bhimari..shaayad!!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Glad that the TTE has asked for the identity proof for the first time in the past 7 months of my hyd-chennai shuttle! No. Its not,entirely, the system that is making me happy. It’s the happiness of a part of my brain which has been acknowledged for remembering that 17 digit license number, for not making me run around whenever I needed it and, most of all, for reinforcing my confidence of being a “birthday/phone number bank” .
Just recollected this line…
“The beauty about reminder service is that we never know when it works.”
Now that gives me an idea or two…how about charging these forgetful dumbos with ten bucks everytime they are reminded of bdays?? And say about 100 bucks when it has really saved?? I mean, when it actually worked. Or may be, I wont charge them with anything. They would just have to laugh for every joke of mine,genuinely. No. laughing “at” my jokes is prohibited. Even now!!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I still wave at those kids who wave with an innocent madness whenever a train passes by!! Good old “Night at the hotel”…taught me a thing. I wonder why our English textbooks have never been revised!?My teacher is still using that precious notes of mine to dictate to the class. I was about to ask her if I can have the pleasure of making a print of it when she said one of the most memorable and beautiful things to me…”Your handwriting….and the old cover…reminds me of you each day child!!I never allow the kids to touch it…nor do I leave it in the cupboard. I get it home.”
First..I felt happy. Needless to say.
Second…how could I miss out on such a simple thing??? She could have as well got it xeroxed!!! Stupid ha!! Yeah!! I am..most of the time!!
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Have to mention this. I write better when I am travelling. The other day…on my way back to chennai..(yeah..it almost happens every other weekend)….i had many lines popping in my head. Of what use? I didn’t even have a pen/pencil and paper. Leave alone the lappy. I had to be punished with that feeling of not being able to pen down those lines for my eleventh hour plan of running from the office to the station with just the wallet and mobile duo!! I had to stare out of the window. No kids to entertain either. But that span of 4 hours in the evening reinforced the fact that “cricket is a religion in India”. There were open places which were only a fourth of the size of a stadium which had atleast 6 matches going on at a time. Mass prayer, I guess!! And then there was a batsman,bowler and keeper trio who had the luxury of having all the ground for themselves! These are just the players of two villages…I have crossed atleast 8 such villages!!
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And then, there are dreams. No. Not the ones which keep us on the run in life. The ones that linger…the ones that pop questions…and the ones that scare our sub-conscious to the point of conscious denial.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
In aankhon ki masti ke
Masthanein hazaaron hain
What a beautiful way to spend the evenings...
Four gals…four different worlds…within the four walls…
And the song goes…
Hum labon se keh na paaye…unse haal-e-dil kabhi
Aur woh samjhe nahin yeh…
Khamoshi
Kya cheez hain!!
I am not sure which one I love better. Khamoshi itself?Or the pause that comes before it is sung? Or the way Jagjit sings it!?
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Read somewhere..
“I love work. It gives me something to do between the weekends.”
Lol!!
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Monday, July 07, 2008
Yawn!!!!!!!! :o
I want to shout Vooohooooooooo!! N say i hav got internet at my place...
but lets try this..i yawn...n u say vooohoooooooo!! obviously!!after all, pleasure is yours! =P
off to sleeeeppp....zzzzzzz!!
ok..one more thing..this post is the testimony to the fact tat i am still concerned about u,my darling blog!!
but lets try this..i yawn...n u say vooohoooooooo!! obviously!!after all, pleasure is yours! =P
off to sleeeeppp....zzzzzzz!!
ok..one more thing..this post is the testimony to the fact tat i am still concerned about u,my darling blog!!
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Enchanted..
Ek din aap yoon humko mil jayenge
phool hi phool raahon mein khil jayenge
maine socha na tha
Ek din zindagi itni hogi haseen
jhoomega aasmaan gaayegi ye zameen
maine socha na tha
Ek din is tarah hosh kho jayenge
paas aaye to madhosh ho jayenge
maine socha na tha
Ek din dil ki raahon mein apne liye
jal uthenge mohabbat ke itne diye
maine socha na tha
Song that has caught my attention…
Song that has really made me say…”yeah…right!!”
Song that has kept me charmed…
Ek din is tarah hosh kho jayenge
paas aaye to madhosh ho jayenge
maine socha na tha
Wow!!
Lyrics: Javed Akhtar
Singers: Alka Yagnik, Kumar Sanu
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
H@ng0V#R
More than one reason to feel glad…good…and great.
Glad for having done things of which I have only dreamt for quite sometime…
Good about the elation and euphoria I could fill into them….
Great that I have something to tell my grandkids!!!
Commitment. It’s THE word. One has to agree.
Spending hours on the net…finding out what can be done…un-planning the plan ….that was what I did all through the week…”weekdays for the weekend”!!
I, so genuinely, thought I would write a mini-travelogue when I get back. But that’s not happening. Just not happening. I have been trying to put my experience into words for 3 days now…it’s just not happening.
Going somewhere with someone who knows all about it and someone who would be a guide throughout doesn’t give me as much kick as it would when I go with a bunch of zealots who are equally enthusiastic to explore…fearless and courageous…who don’t complain about the lack of food…or the sun…or the distance…who can put in 200p.c. into everything…ranging from bargaining for coconut water on the highway to making a pot to managing credit in a restaurant!! I really mean it now…when I say…”I had a great time!!”
I understand what it means to say…”nothing is lonelier than adventure”…I half-understood it while on “motorcycle diaries”…now…it’s more than just a line!!
It couldn’t have been better!! No.
Haven’t managed good pics at the temple. But this should do.
Will upload the pics over the weekend. All jealous people out there should wait in patience keeping in mind, the lack of resources. ;))
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That’s the weekend part or rather the happy part of life. Let me make fun of the tragic weekdays!! Mainframes has fixed me quite a bit. And the corporate life too!! The truth dawns only when you realize that you have been typing your employee id and password to logon to Gmail and continuously press ctrl instead of enter and still can’t figure out why you aren’t able to login successfully…
Wait. There is more to it…you press F3 continuously and wait for the previous window to appear…and you still don’t figure out that it should be the ‘Back’ and not F3. And you are about to swipe the access card even in the restroom!!! Ya. Very soon you will begin to swipe it when you go home…at the doorbell!!
The happy part is that the office is just 2mins away from where I stay. Happy. No travelling expenses. No pollution.
Anyways…its time I moved out of the office.:))
Glad for having done things of which I have only dreamt for quite sometime…
Good about the elation and euphoria I could fill into them….
Great that I have something to tell my grandkids!!!
Commitment. It’s THE word. One has to agree.
Spending hours on the net…finding out what can be done…un-planning the plan ….that was what I did all through the week…”weekdays for the weekend”!!
I, so genuinely, thought I would write a mini-travelogue when I get back. But that’s not happening. Just not happening. I have been trying to put my experience into words for 3 days now…it’s just not happening.
Going somewhere with someone who knows all about it and someone who would be a guide throughout doesn’t give me as much kick as it would when I go with a bunch of zealots who are equally enthusiastic to explore…fearless and courageous…who don’t complain about the lack of food…or the sun…or the distance…who can put in 200p.c. into everything…ranging from bargaining for coconut water on the highway to making a pot to managing credit in a restaurant!! I really mean it now…when I say…”I had a great time!!”
I understand what it means to say…”nothing is lonelier than adventure”…I half-understood it while on “motorcycle diaries”…now…it’s more than just a line!!
It couldn’t have been better!! No.
Haven’t managed good pics at the temple. But this should do.
Will upload the pics over the weekend. All jealous people out there should wait in patience keeping in mind, the lack of resources. ;))
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That’s the weekend part or rather the happy part of life. Let me make fun of the tragic weekdays!! Mainframes has fixed me quite a bit. And the corporate life too!! The truth dawns only when you realize that you have been typing your employee id and password to logon to Gmail and continuously press ctrl instead of enter and still can’t figure out why you aren’t able to login successfully…
Wait. There is more to it…you press F3 continuously and wait for the previous window to appear…and you still don’t figure out that it should be the ‘Back’ and not F3. And you are about to swipe the access card even in the restroom!!! Ya. Very soon you will begin to swipe it when you go home…at the doorbell!!
The happy part is that the office is just 2mins away from where I stay. Happy. No travelling expenses. No pollution.
Anyways…its time I moved out of the office.:))
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
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