I'm just about to drive around the bend here. One could say that this road one's that familiar and one knows what's coming.
Well, the paradox that it is, I know what's around, and I can imagine it coming; what form, shape and texture it will take. And then again, I can only ImaGine...
That's what Life does to you, makes you look forward to things, with trepidation, inspiration and a lot of other -ations that make life what it is. Life's been going black and white, gray and deep navy blue these last few days.
I live life with colors. I see them around me all the time. And if I was asked to whet rhetoric about how I felt, it'd probably be a color that'll frame my answer.
Right now, its a hazy blue, wherever the haze is pulling away, from my breath coming out in wisps, and that giant clock of time, the minute hand ticking, creating enough wind for the haze to lift, I see a deep, shiny blue.
Ok, enough of rants and raves, I've never been good at writing this kinda stuff, only that I've been reading too many blogs of late, and I'd promised my self that I'll write philosophy and my take on it one of these days.
There you go. Philosophy on the Tap. Delivered.
Wednesday, May 30
Wednesday, May 23
This is so much fun...
This is so much fun... Wish I had been exposed to all these movies while I was young, who knows, I might have turned out to be a bollywood stunt director...
Watch out especially for the dance at the end..
Watch out especially for the dance at the end..
Tuesday, May 22
India Poised
I know it's not 15th August or 26th January or any such other occasion to mark my national colors on my heart and sleeve, but this one is just as good as it gets-
So what say?
There are two Indias in this country
One India is straining at the leash, eager to spring forth and live up to all the
adjectives that the world has been showering recently upon us.
The other India is the leash.
One India says, give me a chance and I'll prove myself. The other India says,
prove yourself and maybe then you'll have a chance.
One India lives in the optimism of our hearts. The other India lurks
in the skepticism of our minds .
One India wants. The other India hopes. One India leads. The other India follows.
But conversions are on the rise. With each passing day more
and more people people for the other India are coming over to this side.
And quietly, while the world is not looking, a pulsating, dynamic
new India is emerging.
An India whose faith in success is far greater than its fear in failure.
an India that no longer boycotts foreign-made goods but buys out the
companies that make them instead.
History, they say, is a bad motorist. It rarely ever signals its intentions
when it is making a turn.
This is that rarely-ever moment. History is turning a page.
For more than half a century, our nation has sprung, stumbled, run. fallen, rolled over, got up, dusted herself and cantered, sometimes lurched on
But today, as we begin out 60th year as a free nation, the ride has brought
us to the edge of time's great precipice.
And one India- a tiny little voice at the back of the head- is looking down
at the bottom of the ravine and hesitating.
The other India is looking up at the sky and saying, it's time to fly.
One India is straining at the leash, eager to spring forth and live up to all the
adjectives that the world has been showering recently upon us.
The other India is the leash.
One India says, give me a chance and I'll prove myself. The other India says,
prove yourself and maybe then you'll have a chance.
One India lives in the optimism of our hearts. The other India lurks
in the skepticism of our minds .
One India wants. The other India hopes. One India leads. The other India follows.
But conversions are on the rise. With each passing day more
and more people people for the other India are coming over to this side.
And quietly, while the world is not looking, a pulsating, dynamic
new India is emerging.
An India whose faith in success is far greater than its fear in failure.
an India that no longer boycotts foreign-made goods but buys out the
companies that make them instead.
History, they say, is a bad motorist. It rarely ever signals its intentions
when it is making a turn.
This is that rarely-ever moment. History is turning a page.
For more than half a century, our nation has sprung, stumbled, run. fallen, rolled over, got up, dusted herself and cantered, sometimes lurched on
But today, as we begin out 60th year as a free nation, the ride has brought
us to the edge of time's great precipice.
And one India- a tiny little voice at the back of the head- is looking down
at the bottom of the ravine and hesitating.
The other India is looking up at the sky and saying, it's time to fly.
So what say?
Monday, May 21
Forgotten memories
Wish some day, I could come back to the memories that I am living these days.
I know all my previous posts (rants) have been about the cost that I've had to pay for being in a Call center. But life and the way it's been here, has a lot to do with the way I am today.
If it has taught me what its like to lose close friends or their company at the least, it has taught me perseverance, fortitude, and a lot of other big and flashy terms that have forged my character.
I've learned how to groan hard, to shout out loud, to laugh till my jaws hurt, to be up and running when all I want to do is drop dead, to stretch myself beyond imagination, to serve people with a smile despite being dead inside, to have courage in the face of adversity, to lead from the front, and support from right behind, and to walk together with people I've not known ever.
Was reading somewhere about the concept of duality, that we humans always have a choice to make between two things at the least, and that all stimuli in the environment also exist in that quantum- Day and night, Life and Death, Night and Day, Truth or Lies, Blonde or Brunette :o)
What I do now, wasn't a choice that I made, it came to me. What I am going to do, will most definitely be a choice that I'll make, in the face of everything else that's there in life right now.
It's easy to embrace the easy, and to forgo the difficult, for the choices that we have, and the ones that we make, can ALWAYS be justified.
I know this post isn't going anywhere, but I am.
I know all my previous posts (rants) have been about the cost that I've had to pay for being in a Call center. But life and the way it's been here, has a lot to do with the way I am today.
If it has taught me what its like to lose close friends or their company at the least, it has taught me perseverance, fortitude, and a lot of other big and flashy terms that have forged my character.
I've learned how to groan hard, to shout out loud, to laugh till my jaws hurt, to be up and running when all I want to do is drop dead, to stretch myself beyond imagination, to serve people with a smile despite being dead inside, to have courage in the face of adversity, to lead from the front, and support from right behind, and to walk together with people I've not known ever.
Was reading somewhere about the concept of duality, that we humans always have a choice to make between two things at the least, and that all stimuli in the environment also exist in that quantum- Day and night, Life and Death, Night and Day, Truth or Lies, Blonde or Brunette :o)
What I do now, wasn't a choice that I made, it came to me. What I am going to do, will most definitely be a choice that I'll make, in the face of everything else that's there in life right now.
It's easy to embrace the easy, and to forgo the difficult, for the choices that we have, and the ones that we make, can ALWAYS be justified.
I know this post isn't going anywhere, but I am.
Friday, May 18
The countdown begins...
Less than 10 days to go before this month finishes, and the 1st month of my being a student (full time), a college goer, a total bhookha nanga praani begins.
All my friends have agreed to send me a princely sum of Rs. 50/- each, if my father holds true his threat of not supporting me out there...
So get your paypal accounts ready.. we are ready to fly, and it ain't gonna be the trial version.
Tuesday, May 15
A runby
Well.. Days.. they are a flying..
I'm spending less time sleeping, lesser time working and more time thinking, so I can spend more time with the people I love, and some of them who love me.
Don't really have the time right now to observe things that are around me, I'm at a stage, where the world is passing by full speed, and I'm driving in other direction. A feeling like this indicates that I have spondalytis.
Well, the thing is that I want to be here right now, spewing forth statements that let you know of my wit, intellect and ability to observe and spew venom, the thing is, the only thing that has made the length of this quick note I wanted to write is my typing speed (I type at a whirlwind 70 wpm, its just that 35 of those are backspaces).
For those of you who found some humor in The Namecase, here's a piece of news that'll astound you as it has found me jittery at the jinxedness of it all.
Navita's sister Ritika just had her Grad marksheets out,
She's named Nitika on them.
Is there a loch ness of nomenclature around? Please find out and let me know. She's not changing her name though. I advised her for it. She would have done so at an even later age, and consequently would have had more fun. But she decided against it. The Babu doesn't win this one.
Not many days left for me to go to Pune. I'm flying Indian this time. So this time the experience will be of India's oldest nationalised carrier (as if there's another one, nationalised i.e.).
11th of June 2007- The date I set off for a journey that'll take me across a whirlwind of emotions, a jittery series of motions (not of the bowelian nature), that'll make me hang my formal shirt in the locker for atleast 2 years, and do some stuff.
Here's my resolution list for the next 2 years, I know it's the middle of the year, and kinda middle of my youth too, but here goes.
AND, I don't want anyone to think over there, that I've been influenced by them or the Cool College culture that pre-exists. All these will of course depend on if this college lets people be, or being a student here makes a dent in your being a stud (WOW!!! What a संधिविच्छेद).
This is all what I'm going to do, not necessarily in the same order-
1. Grow my hair Long, ponytail probably.
2. Develop a six pack (On my abdomen, not a new revolutionary design of a bundle pack of beer).
3. Wear T-shirts without collars (Currently I own one, wear none).
4. Get a tattoo. This is the one I like, if I can find a tattoo artist good enough.
5. Get a life where Blogs are about experiences are of the kind that talk about too much time at hand, where the time passes slow and steady, where friends can sit and talk for atleast 8 hours straight; where I can breathe deep each morning, to wake up with the sunshine blinding my eyes, not the alarm bell on my phone; where there are more punctuation marks that are full stops, not commas; where the ellipses are not a connection to the next line, they can be just by themselves.
6. Not do anything that involves making a numbered list of tasks.
Being an achiever is half the battle won, knowing what the battle is about, is what winners do.
Okay, that line wasn't half as good as it comes, but the thing is, right now, my mind isn't as foggy as it is by lack of sleep and other things segregating my brain.
2 years later, my dad's still going to be trading and creating wealth from shares, my brother will be selling taps across India, my mom would still be the teacher, and I my friends, am going to be right here, writing a blog, being places and doing things that get me all worked up about nothing at all.
I'm spending less time sleeping, lesser time working and more time thinking, so I can spend more time with the people I love, and some of them who love me.
Don't really have the time right now to observe things that are around me, I'm at a stage, where the world is passing by full speed, and I'm driving in other direction. A feeling like this indicates that I have spondalytis.
Well, the thing is that I want to be here right now, spewing forth statements that let you know of my wit, intellect and ability to observe and spew venom, the thing is, the only thing that has made the length of this quick note I wanted to write is my typing speed (I type at a whirlwind 70 wpm, its just that 35 of those are backspaces).
For those of you who found some humor in The Namecase, here's a piece of news that'll astound you as it has found me jittery at the jinxedness of it all.
Navita's sister Ritika just had her Grad marksheets out,
She's named Nitika on them.
Is there a loch ness of nomenclature around? Please find out and let me know. She's not changing her name though. I advised her for it. She would have done so at an even later age, and consequently would have had more fun. But she decided against it. The Babu doesn't win this one.
Not many days left for me to go to Pune. I'm flying Indian this time. So this time the experience will be of India's oldest nationalised carrier (as if there's another one, nationalised i.e.).
11th of June 2007- The date I set off for a journey that'll take me across a whirlwind of emotions, a jittery series of motions (not of the bowelian nature), that'll make me hang my formal shirt in the locker for atleast 2 years, and do some stuff.
Here's my resolution list for the next 2 years, I know it's the middle of the year, and kinda middle of my youth too, but here goes.
AND, I don't want anyone to think over there, that I've been influenced by them or the Cool College culture that pre-exists. All these will of course depend on if this college lets people be, or being a student here makes a dent in your being a stud (WOW!!! What a संधिविच्छेद).
This is all what I'm going to do, not necessarily in the same order-
1. Grow my hair Long, ponytail probably.
2. Develop a six pack (On my abdomen, not a new revolutionary design of a bundle pack of beer).
3. Wear T-shirts without collars (Currently I own one, wear none).
4. Get a tattoo. This is the one I like, if I can find a tattoo artist good enough.
5. Get a life where Blogs are about experiences are of the kind that talk about too much time at hand, where the time passes slow and steady, where friends can sit and talk for atleast 8 hours straight; where I can breathe deep each morning, to wake up with the sunshine blinding my eyes, not the alarm bell on my phone; where there are more punctuation marks that are full stops, not commas; where the ellipses are not a connection to the next line, they can be just by themselves.
6. Not do anything that involves making a numbered list of tasks.
Being an achiever is half the battle won, knowing what the battle is about, is what winners do.
Okay, that line wasn't half as good as it comes, but the thing is, right now, my mind isn't as foggy as it is by lack of sleep and other things segregating my brain.
2 years later, my dad's still going to be trading and creating wealth from shares, my brother will be selling taps across India, my mom would still be the teacher, and I my friends, am going to be right here, writing a blog, being places and doing things that get me all worked up about nothing at all.
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