You can know the name of a bird in all the languages of the world, but when you're finished, you'll know absolutely nothing whatever about the bird... So let's look at the bird and see what it's doing — that's what counts. I learned very early the difference between knowing the name of something and knowing something.
Stands at the sea...
wonders at wondering... I...
a universe of atoms...
an atom in the universe.
-Richard P Feynman
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Over a cup of Coffee [3]
M1: What happened to you these days? Are you ill?
M2: Actually... yeah... sick of you.
M2: Actually... yeah... sick of you.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
E-maze
'Hello world' were the words first, said he
No wonder it didnt wonder me
I wish to be un-tangled from this E - maze
No wonder it has not untarnished my image
Image of a girl who had dreams
but ended up with her deams all churned to cream.
No wonder it didnt wonder me
I wish to be un-tangled from this E - maze
No wonder it has not untarnished my image
Image of a girl who had dreams
but ended up with her deams all churned to cream.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Tagged!
Harini! You really reminded me of those surveys which used to occupy most of my teenage time (which seems like a birth back!). Thanks for tagging me.
Here it goes:
1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?
-> My family would never betray me (if you specifically mean a guy from outside the family, i'd very much consider him a part of the family too)
2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?
-> Dream of being happy? Well, I'd always been, I am and will always be.
3. Whose butt would you like to kick?
-> Mine, once in a while, to get myself going!
4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
-> Construct a spaceship that can detect wormholes and do some space travelling.
5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
-> How can he/she be your best friend if there is no love?
6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
-> To be loved by the one you love (yeah yeah, don't say it!)
7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?
-> Waiting implies, there is difficulty in passing time with them being far. So why wait when they are embedded in heart and mind... when they're so close?
8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
-> I would make sure that the "like" doesn't get converted to "love".
9. If you like to act with someone, who will it be? Your gf/bf or an actress/actor?
-> If I have to, it'd be with a chocolate, it wouldn't eat my head when I eat it's.
10. What takes you down the fastest?
-> Being or seeing someone being a wastrel.
11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?
-> With my spirit and soul intact, but maybe with a lot less hair on head and probably with glasses on.
12. What’s your fear?
-> A crow shitting on me.
13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
-> Very sensitive coconut! I mean, tough on the outside, but a marshmallow within. Very sweet, accommodating and pure, just like marshmallow.
14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?
-> Neither. Married and rich.
15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?
-> Look at the mirror and check whether its still me. Yeah, I love me!
16. Would you give all in a relationship?
-> Only if other end of the rope is ready to give all for me.
17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
-> Both! Infact I am in love with a lot more than 2 people
18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?
-> Yeah, why not? Everyone is perfect in imperfection.
19. If its your last day and you have one call to make, whom would you call. Dont tell me your mom. Someone else. (Original qn:What are your three most important expectations in love )
-> God (if I could, I mean if he exists), would ask him to extend my life span.
-> Imp. expectations in love: Love, Live and let live, don't expect.
20. List 6 people to tag:
-> only 6 out of a population of 1____________ (add the zeroes.. pardon me, i dont know the world's total population)? It would be unfair... Anyone who wants to do it.
Here it goes:
1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?
-> My family would never betray me (if you specifically mean a guy from outside the family, i'd very much consider him a part of the family too)
2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?
-> Dream of being happy? Well, I'd always been, I am and will always be.
3. Whose butt would you like to kick?
-> Mine, once in a while, to get myself going!
4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
-> Construct a spaceship that can detect wormholes and do some space travelling.
5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
-> How can he/she be your best friend if there is no love?
6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
-> To be loved by the one you love (yeah yeah, don't say it!)
7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?
-> Waiting implies, there is difficulty in passing time with them being far. So why wait when they are embedded in heart and mind... when they're so close?
8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
-> I would make sure that the "like" doesn't get converted to "love".
9. If you like to act with someone, who will it be? Your gf/bf or an actress/actor?
-> If I have to, it'd be with a chocolate, it wouldn't eat my head when I eat it's.
10. What takes you down the fastest?
-> Being or seeing someone being a wastrel.
11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?
-> With my spirit and soul intact, but maybe with a lot less hair on head and probably with glasses on.
12. What’s your fear?
-> A crow shitting on me.
13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
-> Very sensitive coconut! I mean, tough on the outside, but a marshmallow within. Very sweet, accommodating and pure, just like marshmallow.
14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?
-> Neither. Married and rich.
15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?
-> Look at the mirror and check whether its still me. Yeah, I love me!
16. Would you give all in a relationship?
-> Only if other end of the rope is ready to give all for me.
17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
-> Both! Infact I am in love with a lot more than 2 people
18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?
-> Yeah, why not? Everyone is perfect in imperfection.
19. If its your last day and you have one call to make, whom would you call. Dont tell me your mom. Someone else. (Original qn:What are your three most important expectations in love )
-> God (if I could, I mean if he exists), would ask him to extend my life span.
-> Imp. expectations in love: Love, Live and let live, don't expect.
20. List 6 people to tag:
-> only 6 out of a population of 1____________ (add the zeroes.. pardon me, i dont know the world's total population)? It would be unfair... Anyone who wants to do it.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Over a cup of coffee [2]
M1: Oh boy! Life seems to be losing its meaning. Don't ask me what I mean by "meaning". Just that on retrospection, there'd been things that'd always kept me entertained. Nothing seems entertaining anymore. Everything that sounded exciting and fun seem so stupid now. Perhaps I indulged myself in everything too much and now got bored of it. Now all I do is think about past and try to reconstruct happiness off my memoirs, but it so happens that I succeed in digging out the horrors and sadness. Btw, how do you deal with haunting thoughts and past pestering ghosts?
M2: They don't bother me at all.
M1: Well, whatever. There is always something or the other that bothers everyone. What about you?
M2: People.
M1: Oh people? Oh, perhaps they are nonsensical sometimes. Funny ain't it? If you don't get sense out of something that is sensible for the other, you feel it to be illogical and senseless. Nevertheless, they seem nonsensical! Anyways, how do you then deal with them? You always seem so calm. Care to let out the secret mantra?
[M2 smiles at him, quietly picks up his 4th cup of strong coffee, smiles at the cup and takes the last sip]
M2: You don't seem to have finished your 1st cup of coffee yet.
M2: They don't bother me at all.
M1: Well, whatever. There is always something or the other that bothers everyone. What about you?
M2: People.
M1: Oh people? Oh, perhaps they are nonsensical sometimes. Funny ain't it? If you don't get sense out of something that is sensible for the other, you feel it to be illogical and senseless. Nevertheless, they seem nonsensical! Anyways, how do you then deal with them? You always seem so calm. Care to let out the secret mantra?
[M2 smiles at him, quietly picks up his 4th cup of strong coffee, smiles at the cup and takes the last sip]
M2: You don't seem to have finished your 1st cup of coffee yet.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Over a cup of coffee
M1: I feel so jealous of him, he's just too brilliant.
M2: Brilliant people think a lot, and thinking leads to sadness.
M1: So you're telling me that you are satisfied with not-that-a-brilliant brain of yours?
M2: Pretty much, it keeps me sane and happy.
M1: High dopamine levels maybe!
M2: You don't seem to have finished your 1st cup of coffee yet.
M2: Brilliant people think a lot, and thinking leads to sadness.
M1: So you're telling me that you are satisfied with not-that-a-brilliant brain of yours?
M2: Pretty much, it keeps me sane and happy.
M1: High dopamine levels maybe!
M2: You don't seem to have finished your 1st cup of coffee yet.
Monday, September 01, 2008
True Fiction
Its not that its not meant
Its only that its not felt
You may say, its a contradiction
Believe me, you need correction
A fairy tale long long back
I was abundantly happy and equally sad
I never met the guy called "lack"
For, a fairy tale, was what I had
A fairy tale long long back... (?)
I did sometimes see him stealing glances at me,
But then, I’d always eyed him like a bruce lee
To tell you, I can never care less about karate
I wish to have settled for roti, instead of fancying for paranthe
Maybe it was all in my mind
To experience something that I had not
So I thought to be of his kind
and hit the rod, when its hot
Maybe it was all in my mind... (?)
I was nineteen, no wonder full of energy
I'd been happy and been sad, it made me bored to the core
It was then, when I smiled at "lack"
And invited him over, to my mind
Ever since then, he's been with me
Never for a moment, has he left me
To tell you, I have not cried since you know when
And needless to tell, havent laughed since then
Ever since then, he's been with me... (?)
I remember how it feels to laugh and to cry
even though, i wonder if i would ever be that alive
Yes, I have the memories, that will always stay my
even though, i wonder if i would ever be that naive
Its a contradiction, you may now say not
When you’d hear me yell this out aloud:
"Its not that its not meant
Its only that its not felt"
Its only that its not felt
You may say, its a contradiction
Believe me, you need correction
A fairy tale long long back
I was abundantly happy and equally sad
I never met the guy called "lack"
For, a fairy tale, was what I had
A fairy tale long long back... (?)
I did sometimes see him stealing glances at me,
But then, I’d always eyed him like a bruce lee
To tell you, I can never care less about karate
I wish to have settled for roti, instead of fancying for paranthe
Maybe it was all in my mind
To experience something that I had not
So I thought to be of his kind
and hit the rod, when its hot
Maybe it was all in my mind... (?)
I was nineteen, no wonder full of energy
I'd been happy and been sad, it made me bored to the core
It was then, when I smiled at "lack"
And invited him over, to my mind
Ever since then, he's been with me
Never for a moment, has he left me
To tell you, I have not cried since you know when
And needless to tell, havent laughed since then
Ever since then, he's been with me... (?)
I remember how it feels to laugh and to cry
even though, i wonder if i would ever be that alive
Yes, I have the memories, that will always stay my
even though, i wonder if i would ever be that naive
Its a contradiction, you may now say not
When you’d hear me yell this out aloud:
"Its not that its not meant
Its only that its not felt"
Friday, August 29, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Midori no Hibi
Mou Sukoshi
Mou Sukoshi... Mou Sukoshi...
Original Ending Song
lyrics/composition/vocal : Atsumi Saori
soshite kizuita toki ni kangaeteru no wa kimi no koto de...
sore ga sugoku hazukashikattari
sugoku iyadattari omoete
sore wa boku ga kimochi wo tsutaeru koto ga kowai kara de
atama de osaetsukete mo kokoro ga dousuru koto mo dekinakute
autabi ni kimi ni satorarenai youni
itsumo to kawarinai youni hanashiteru tsumori de
yoyuu mo nakute kurushiku natta boku wa
kimi ni uso wo tsuiteshimau... dakedo
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
kimi no kokoro ni chikazuitara
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
ima kono toki ga kienai youni
douka kamisama boku ni yuuki wo kudasai
soshite omoiagunete mo kakkou warui dake no boku de...
kimi ga dou omotteru no ga ki ni natte mo
ippo mo saki he sumanai wakatteru tsumori de
jibun jyanai you na mune no MOYAMOYA ga
itaku natte nigetakunaru... dakedo
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
kimi no soba ni irareta nara
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
yoru yoake nai de kureta nara
sabishii toki mo namida wo nugutte ageru kara
yozora ni ukabu kakete mo hikaru tsuki ga
tsuyoku mo narenai jishin mo nai
boku wo mite hohoenda hora ne...
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
kimi no soba ni irareta nara
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
yoru yoake nai de kureta nara
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
kimi no kokoro ni chikazuitara
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
ima kono toki ga kienai you ni
douka kamisama boku ni yuuki wo kudasai
Mou Sukoshi... Mou Sukoshi...
Original Ending Song
lyrics/composition/vocal : Atsumi Saori
soshite kizuita toki ni kangaeteru no wa kimi no koto de...
sore ga sugoku hazukashikattari
sugoku iyadattari omoete
sore wa boku ga kimochi wo tsutaeru koto ga kowai kara de
atama de osaetsukete mo kokoro ga dousuru koto mo dekinakute
autabi ni kimi ni satorarenai youni
itsumo to kawarinai youni hanashiteru tsumori de
yoyuu mo nakute kurushiku natta boku wa
kimi ni uso wo tsuiteshimau... dakedo
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
kimi no kokoro ni chikazuitara
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
ima kono toki ga kienai youni
douka kamisama boku ni yuuki wo kudasai
soshite omoiagunete mo kakkou warui dake no boku de...
kimi ga dou omotteru no ga ki ni natte mo
ippo mo saki he sumanai wakatteru tsumori de
jibun jyanai you na mune no MOYAMOYA ga
itaku natte nigetakunaru... dakedo
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
kimi no soba ni irareta nara
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
yoru yoake nai de kureta nara
sabishii toki mo namida wo nugutte ageru kara
yozora ni ukabu kakete mo hikaru tsuki ga
tsuyoku mo narenai jishin mo nai
boku wo mite hohoenda hora ne...
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
kimi no soba ni irareta nara
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
yoru yoake nai de kureta nara
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
kimi no kokoro ni chikazuitara
mou sukoshi... mou sukoshi...
ima kono toki ga kienai you ni
douka kamisama boku ni yuuki wo kudasai
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Monday, June 02, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Merging
In a mystic realm concealed by a translucent imagination, lived a little girl who knew how to fly. This young girl, in her world of magic and mystery, was synonymous to a chameleon... very naturally blending in with what she had chosen to live with.
As soon as she stepped here, her world of possibilities, dissolved all of the chains (of varied colors and sizes) that pierced into her soul, tarnishing any amount of sheen left in "hope". "Hope", that she had, in "possibility" being a reality. Here, she was like a bee, fluttering from flower to flower, extracting and then tasting nectar. Some flowers had some and some were accompanied by thorns... either way, she learnt something. Learnt what was fruitful and the otherwise.
She really could fly here, fly high... beyond the limit of sky, freely... without any fear of falling.
Or FAILING.
FAILURE was after all decided by protocols set by plethora of people with no "i" in them. Her realm was governed by no rules, except for one - her will.
She wished for a merger...
Merger of the worlds, one in which she was forced to keep her eyes open, and the other, in which she willingly closed her eyes.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Dunno!
Stuck...
What should be done?
Dunno.
Ok, no problem, we'll sort out the problem. What do you think?
Hmm, dunno.
Hey, don't give up on anything. I'm sure there's a way to approach your problem and effectively find a solution.
I dunno, it's not that easy.
Did you try finding a solution to it?
umm
Then, what happened?
Oh, there are numerous solutions... but I dunno...
What do you not know?
Dunno... it's not easy
What's not easy?
Execution... dunno you know, there are constraints...
What kind of constraints?
You should know.
I know?
You should.
Why do you say that?
I dunno, you know me very well
By the way, do you know where you are stuck?
Dont you know?
I do.
Then why are you asking?
I dunno, perhaps this is what we do when we stand in front of a mirror.
So both of us have the same problem?
Hmm, in a way yes, but no.
Why?
I am your image, not real, unlike you.
hmm...
You said "execution" is difficult. Why?
Is it not?
Yeah, death is...
So, where are you stuck?
Don't you know?
I do...
Life
What should be done?
Dunno.
Ok, no problem, we'll sort out the problem. What do you think?
Hmm, dunno.
Hey, don't give up on anything. I'm sure there's a way to approach your problem and effectively find a solution.
I dunno, it's not that easy.
Did you try finding a solution to it?
umm
Then, what happened?
Oh, there are numerous solutions... but I dunno...
What do you not know?
Dunno... it's not easy
What's not easy?
Execution... dunno you know, there are constraints...
What kind of constraints?
You should know.
I know?
You should.
Why do you say that?
I dunno, you know me very well
By the way, do you know where you are stuck?
Dont you know?
I do.
Then why are you asking?
I dunno, perhaps this is what we do when we stand in front of a mirror.
So both of us have the same problem?
Hmm, in a way yes, but no.
Why?
I am your image, not real, unlike you.
hmm...
You said "execution" is difficult. Why?
Is it not?
Yeah, death is...
So, where are you stuck?
Don't you know?
I do...
Life
Monday, April 14, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Fire flies
There was a firefly , clinging onto a bush painted black by the rising moon. The scintillations made the little kid wonder of the beauty held in the cursory flashes. They looked so beautiful, as if the star studded night sky climbed down to the jungle. The jungle was inhabited by wild and dangerous animals, they said. But then, the fireflies were also a part of the same jungle, giving her light... wrapped with faint consolation that she'll find a way out of the junge! She felt safer now. The flashes infused hope in her. The hope gave her a reason to be unlost. She often wondered why these creatures were called 'fire'flies. They gave 'light' alright, but were of no equivalence to 'fire'. They burnt bright alright, but...
She felt 'lost' in the jungle and desperately tried to wade her way through the thick bushes and avoid encountering the dangerous wild animals.
Slowly the night had started to dissolve into subtle brightness. The morning welcomed the break of dawn with a brightness that colored the sky blue... but the brightness within the fireflies began evanescing and slowly faded into oblivion...
The fireflies were visible no more.
The fire had slowly got extinguished. It anyways had always been cold.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
If only
The weather was so pleasant. He always liked to walk down that path, with his footsteps dancing on the music of chirruping birds. Little playful birds. These long walks gave him a reason to enjoy the company of his thoughts, to retrospect, to laugh... most of the times at himself, to smirk for the reasons he wished he knew not... but he did.
...to cry...
But he never had a reason. He was so happy.
He told her,
"I like you so much, I love you"
He knew she didn't.
The pleasant weather, the sweet music, the little playful birds, those soft hands that he once held... seemed so distant.
He looked down. His shadow seemed longer than him in the eternal sand around. Long enough to touch his footwear that he left behind so long back.
The desert sand was burning his bare feet.
"If only I never had a reason"
The sun now shone harder... he let his feet sink deeper into the inferno...
"If only I knew how to cry"
...to cry...
But he never had a reason. He was so happy.
He told her,
"I like you so much, I love you"
He knew she didn't.
The pleasant weather, the sweet music, the little playful birds, those soft hands that he once held... seemed so distant.
He looked down. His shadow seemed longer than him in the eternal sand around. Long enough to touch his footwear that he left behind so long back.
The desert sand was burning his bare feet.
"If only I never had a reason"
The sun now shone harder... he let his feet sink deeper into the inferno...
"If only I knew how to cry"
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Blue shade
The room looked all blue. Perhaps it was because he kept the blue translucent curtains pulled down always, subtly letting the blue filtered sun rays stream into the room.
He was glad that he'd chosen plain blue shade for the curtains. As when it was pulled down, the ambiance his room wore, gave him a sense of belonging. His room became pure... darker, gloomier, quiet yet full of latent turmoil... yes, so dark that it was hard to see.
He thought of risking a peep out through the curtains... Oh! It was way too bright... it felt his eyes get hurt. He pulled himself back into the room. It was comforting. He felt blue again.
Blue was good.
He was glad that he'd chosen plain blue shade for the curtains. As when it was pulled down, the ambiance his room wore, gave him a sense of belonging. His room became pure... darker, gloomier, quiet yet full of latent turmoil... yes, so dark that it was hard to see.
He thought of risking a peep out through the curtains... Oh! It was way too bright... it felt his eyes get hurt. He pulled himself back into the room. It was comforting. He felt blue again.
Blue was good.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Lift
Thursday, March 13, 2008
LIFT
She was so small. It was afterall her first time. Was she scared? Was she apprehensive about the choice, no, the desicion made for her? Was she excited?
She strained her neck to look at the top of the building. It was a huge one. She clutched her mom's hand, more for the warmth the touch had. The warmth that gave her a feeling of being taken care of. The warmth that made her feel safe. The doors slid open. Her mom smiled and both of then entered the lift.
The lift.
It was all so bright and gloomy inside. Too many people, just so many. They were talking... in loud tones, in hushed tones... Some were laughing, whereas some were crying. It felt like she was a silent witness to a huge grinding mill, with the sound buzzing in her ears... It was all so blurry and dizzy... The confusion was stiffling her. She wanted to cry... wanted to crawl back.. back to the warmth... the feeling of safety... the feeling of sleeping in a womb.
First floor.
It seemed too far away. Mommy had told her that it is their first destination. She didnt know what that meant. She was curious... very curious. She was waiting to get there, but the lift was yet to start... to move upwards... to gain momentum. She saw the doors getting shut. There was no turning back now... She can't go below the ground floor. This building just didnt have that facility.
Jerk.
She felt as if she was getting squeezed... too much pressure...! She rubbed her eyes, as she wiped off a hot tear that made way through her fragile cheeks. Just when she thought that she was going to break, she felt a jerk... and it was alright again. It was afterall just an initial inertial jerk. She started searching for her mom... and in the process, bumped into another kid. She was so much fun. They started playing. She looked up to see her mommy laughing and chatting with her "friend's" mommy. She was happy... her mom smiled at her, a smile that came`from a distance.
Flying.
It felt as if she was flying. The feeling lasted for not more than 4 seconds... it felt familiar... like her first experience in the lift, but strangly exactly opposite... She was already in the first floor. How time flies! She looked around. It was the first time that she had noticed the change. Perhaps she had become too comfortable to comprehend and take notice of her surroundings. She was told that she looked pretty. Some said, "wow, hasnt the baby grown wiser and matur-er?". The other kid (who didnt talk and look like a kid any more) bid her adieu. She wanted her to stay. Wanted to pull her back into her lift, but her outline slowly faded into oblivion as the doors started to close. But she somehow felt that her image, her memories wont see the same end. Was she happy? Was she scared? Was she apprehensive about the choice, no, the desicion made for her?
Somebody pushed the button for the second floor. Was she excited?
She was suddenly so small again. Yet to be woken up from her reverie/ her dream.
Life - The dream of/for an unborn... wish it was easy to understand.
LIFT
She was so small. It was afterall her first time. Was she scared? Was she apprehensive about the choice, no, the desicion made for her? Was she excited?
She strained her neck to look at the top of the building. It was a huge one. She clutched her mom's hand, more for the warmth the touch had. The warmth that gave her a feeling of being taken care of. The warmth that made her feel safe. The doors slid open. Her mom smiled and both of then entered the lift.
The lift.
It was all so bright and gloomy inside. Too many people, just so many. They were talking... in loud tones, in hushed tones... Some were laughing, whereas some were crying. It felt like she was a silent witness to a huge grinding mill, with the sound buzzing in her ears... It was all so blurry and dizzy... The confusion was stiffling her. She wanted to cry... wanted to crawl back.. back to the warmth... the feeling of safety... the feeling of sleeping in a womb.
First floor.
It seemed too far away. Mommy had told her that it is their first destination. She didnt know what that meant. She was curious... very curious. She was waiting to get there, but the lift was yet to start... to move upwards... to gain momentum. She saw the doors getting shut. There was no turning back now... She can't go below the ground floor. This building just didnt have that facility.
Jerk.
She felt as if she was getting squeezed... too much pressure...! She rubbed her eyes, as she wiped off a hot tear that made way through her fragile cheeks. Just when she thought that she was going to break, she felt a jerk... and it was alright again. It was afterall just an initial inertial jerk. She started searching for her mom... and in the process, bumped into another kid. She was so much fun. They started playing. She looked up to see her mommy laughing and chatting with her "friend's" mommy. She was happy... her mom smiled at her, a smile that came`from a distance.
Flying.
It felt as if she was flying. The feeling lasted for not more than 4 seconds... it felt familiar... like her first experience in the lift, but strangly exactly opposite... She was already in the first floor. How time flies! She looked around. It was the first time that she had noticed the change. Perhaps she had become too comfortable to comprehend and take notice of her surroundings. She was told that she looked pretty. Some said, "wow, hasnt the baby grown wiser and matur-er?". The other kid (who didnt talk and look like a kid any more) bid her adieu. She wanted her to stay. Wanted to pull her back into her lift, but her outline slowly faded into oblivion as the doors started to close. But she somehow felt that her image, her memories wont see the same end. Was she happy? Was she scared? Was she apprehensive about the choice, no, the desicion made for her?
Somebody pushed the button for the second floor. Was she excited?
She was suddenly so small again. Yet to be woken up from her reverie/ her dream.
Life - The dream of/for an unborn... wish it was easy to understand.
Monday, February 25, 2008
ದೇವರಾಯನ ದುರ್ಗ
ದೇವರಾಯನ ದುರ್ಗ = Devarayanadurga
Awesome!
Hiking is so much more fun that following the steps! The hill is not very steep, so for amateurs like me, it was really exciting!
All set for Shivganga as well (Its a beautiful gaussian hill, combination of two gaussians actually, the top part with a very small sigma. From devarayanadurga, the hill looks like a mexican hat).
The stories associated with the temples (on the top of the hills) are really fascinating. But then, that's not the reason for me to get attracted to them.
Awesome!
Hiking is so much more fun that following the steps! The hill is not very steep, so for amateurs like me, it was really exciting!
All set for Shivganga as well (Its a beautiful gaussian hill, combination of two gaussians actually, the top part with a very small sigma. From devarayanadurga, the hill looks like a mexican hat).
The stories associated with the temples (on the top of the hills) are really fascinating. But then, that's not the reason for me to get attracted to them.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
LOVELY MESSAGE
/* It really is lovely */
/* But I dont know how many of us really act proactively */
A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of
marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was
the gem of their eyes.
When the boy was around two years old, one morning the
husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for
office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep
it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the
kitchen totally forgot the matter.
The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the
bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It
happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults
in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother
hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother
was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.
When the distraught father came to the hospital and
saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words.
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The husband just said "I am with you Darling"
The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behaviour.
The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life.
There is no point in finding fault with the mother.
Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened.
No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child.
What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband.
And that is what he gave her.
If everyone can look at life with this kind of
perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world ....
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
MORAL OF THE STORY
Sometimes we
spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to
blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the
people we know! Take off all your envy, jealousy, anger, selfishness, and fears!
And you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think!
/* Got this mail today from my dad, it really is lovely... thanks for cheering me up
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/* Anger is not good, even worse to speak this out and not act accordingly */
/* "Take off all your envy, jealousy, anger, selfishness, and fears!", is that possible? */
/* But I dont know how many of us really act proactively */
A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of
marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was
the gem of their eyes.
When the boy was around two years old, one morning the
husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for
office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep
it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the
kitchen totally forgot the matter.
The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the
bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It
happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults
in small dosages. When the child collapsed the mother
hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother
was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.
When the distraught father came to the hospital and
saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words.
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The husband just said "I am with you Darling"
The husband's totally unexpected reaction is a proactive behaviour.
The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life.
There is no point in finding fault with the mother.
Besides, if only he had taken time to keep the bottle away, this would not have happened.
No one is to be blamed. She had also lost her only child.
What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband.
And that is what he gave her.
If everyone can look at life with this kind of
perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world ....
A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
MORAL OF THE STORY
Sometimes we
spend time in asking who is responsible or whom to
blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the
people we know! Take off all your envy, jealousy, anger, selfishness, and fears!
And you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think!
/* Got this mail today from my dad, it really is lovely... thanks for cheering me up
! */
/* Anger is not good, even worse to speak this out and not act accordingly */
/* "Take off all your envy, jealousy, anger, selfishness, and fears!", is that possible? */
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Who moved my cheese
35 mins (less than a hundred pages) of fun and adventure.
A worth read. Nice book.
A worth read. Nice book.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Flash
3rd Feb 2008
2 am in the morning. Wow! It was fun to stretch down at the lawns, staring above at the orange sky. Yeah, even this early in the morning, the sky wears a subtle shade of orange, in the background of blue...with black merging in so beautifully with the orange sky. Or hey, is it the other way round? Its almost as if, the sun never set down, its still hanging in there somewhere. Is that true?
"True"! Of late, everything, that a person thinks of as "true", seems to be localised around the perception of the "truth" that he develops over years (I dont know about the factors, there might be just so many, or so few). Oh yeah, the word "local" is important here. The things that the mind wants to believe actually turn out to be the true. But isnt that what really happens? We believe only when we see truth in what we see, and what we see sometimes maybe a hallucination, just a day dream, which sometimes gives us momentary flash of joy... and then like a spirit flame, it dies off miliseconds after its birth when the reality collides with it head-on. I don't know why these "joys" dont last forever. As`far as I am concerned, the joys that I've experienced so far, form a very little fraction of my whole lifetime (presuming it to be around 60 years... presumption which comes with the guarantee word - "probability" :P). These are like the headache pains that turn on and off without warning... but just, they're not as welcome as these momentary flashes. And at this hour of night, my head aches while my lips curve into a smile.
Played badminton today. It was fun even though we lost. I am not very sure whether we lost or not (I forgot), just that I didnt play well, but still liked the game a lot. When the show ends, the curtains are pulled down. Today's show was great, now my eye lids are curtaining down.
And here comes the darkness of the night, which already has put lots of conscious minds to sleep and now invades my territory as well.
Good night BITS. Good night Pilani. Good night IIA. Sleep well, so that you wake up to another bright day. See you tomorrow most probably. Sweet dreams.
Hoping for a better tomorrow (Why? I wish I knew)
Signing off
Shruti
2 am in the morning. Wow! It was fun to stretch down at the lawns, staring above at the orange sky. Yeah, even this early in the morning, the sky wears a subtle shade of orange, in the background of blue...with black merging in so beautifully with the orange sky. Or hey, is it the other way round? Its almost as if, the sun never set down, its still hanging in there somewhere. Is that true?
"True"! Of late, everything, that a person thinks of as "true", seems to be localised around the perception of the "truth" that he develops over years (I dont know about the factors, there might be just so many, or so few). Oh yeah, the word "local" is important here. The things that the mind wants to believe actually turn out to be the true. But isnt that what really happens? We believe only when we see truth in what we see, and what we see sometimes maybe a hallucination, just a day dream, which sometimes gives us momentary flash of joy... and then like a spirit flame, it dies off miliseconds after its birth when the reality collides with it head-on. I don't know why these "joys" dont last forever. As`far as I am concerned, the joys that I've experienced so far, form a very little fraction of my whole lifetime (presuming it to be around 60 years... presumption which comes with the guarantee word - "probability" :P). These are like the headache pains that turn on and off without warning... but just, they're not as welcome as these momentary flashes. And at this hour of night, my head aches while my lips curve into a smile.
Played badminton today. It was fun even though we lost. I am not very sure whether we lost or not (I forgot), just that I didnt play well, but still liked the game a lot. When the show ends, the curtains are pulled down. Today's show was great, now my eye lids are curtaining down.
And here comes the darkness of the night, which already has put lots of conscious minds to sleep and now invades my territory as well.
Good night BITS. Good night Pilani. Good night IIA. Sleep well, so that you wake up to another bright day. See you tomorrow most probably. Sweet dreams.
Hoping for a better tomorrow (Why? I wish I knew)
Signing off
Shruti
Monday, January 28, 2008
Cute
I just love this pic a lot. The sweet innocent smiles that intoxicate the whole atmosphere, I wonder if the same imapct can be reproduced by people living in my age. I have seen my grandpa laugh, exact replica of a little girl whom I met yesterday, barely 3 feet tall, barely 3 years old. It was sweet the way she shot her up hand when her dad told her "didi ko hello bolo beta". Her hands so tiny and sweet to touch. And the way she smiled...
... it was out-of the world... it was Cute
... it was out-of the world... it was Cute
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
:D
Wow, Never knew that talking with a friend could bring a smile on the face! After a long long time (maybe 2 months), talked with Sonali, and wow! It was fun!
I don't know, if I would have cared somebody telling me that us talking made them smile or lifted up their spirits (I actually believe that I have an inborn talent for putting people into depression). But now, I feel great on hearing that from my friend! As a matter of fact, talking with her has made me smile too! These days I feel nice when people I care about, don't get bored in my company (I soooo very much hope they don't). Before, I never used to make any efforts to cheer anyone up (let's face it, I am incapable of doing that), but now feels that: firstly, its not about cheering anyone up, its more like being natural with them; and secondly, it doesn't require efforts. If it does, then its a forced satisfaction, perhaps not natural.
I don't know what's happening, but these days I am pretty satisfied (project aside! I wonder if my guide thinks that I am an alien (to this whole new world for me) with no brains who landed in IIA (or maybe on Earth) by mistake. But he's cute anyways, very tolerant. I wonder how could anyone be so patient with me. I am sure I drive him nuts with my insane (il)logic. But whatsoever, am enjoying!). Here I sit, staring at this 19" hp 9500 monitor nonstop and hearing my fingers type. Heck (I don't really know what that word means), shouldn't I be elsewhere, say like mathematica? :D
Yeah, I was at "am pretty satisfied". Feels like am smiling more, talking more (hell, a lot), eating a lot more (i guess "gorging" is a better word), and yeah, am happy :D
Hehe, Still thinking about what all we talked today! That's confidential of course ;)
I don't care, if this doesn't make any sense. Hell, its fun to feel stupid! I am feeling soo stupid [If you (I dont know who) respond with a "you are", I bloody don't care]. I confessed something to Sonali today, of a feeling that I always buried deep inside. So deep that I even forgot that it existed. What to do, I was scared. Perhaps still am. But just feels nice to know that somebody knows how I feel. That somebody being, a friend of mine. About something that I always was proud of, for not having. But realised, I possess it too. The grave was dug to make me feel different, or perhaps to keep it from hurting me. But, now its been dug out of its R.I.P and strangely it doesn't seem all that scary anymore! After all, I ultimately am one of "us".
Sonali, you're a pet. :)
Whatever, :D :D :D
Hasta la vista baby!
I don't know, if I would have cared somebody telling me that us talking made them smile or lifted up their spirits (I actually believe that I have an inborn talent for putting people into depression). But now, I feel great on hearing that from my friend! As a matter of fact, talking with her has made me smile too! These days I feel nice when people I care about, don't get bored in my company (I soooo very much hope they don't). Before, I never used to make any efforts to cheer anyone up (let's face it, I am incapable of doing that), but now feels that: firstly, its not about cheering anyone up, its more like being natural with them; and secondly, it doesn't require efforts. If it does, then its a forced satisfaction, perhaps not natural.
I don't know what's happening, but these days I am pretty satisfied (project aside! I wonder if my guide thinks that I am an alien (to this whole new world for me) with no brains who landed in IIA (or maybe on Earth) by mistake. But he's cute anyways, very tolerant. I wonder how could anyone be so patient with me. I am sure I drive him nuts with my insane (il)logic. But whatsoever, am enjoying!). Here I sit, staring at this 19" hp 9500 monitor nonstop and hearing my fingers type. Heck (I don't really know what that word means), shouldn't I be elsewhere, say like mathematica? :D
Yeah, I was at "am pretty satisfied". Feels like am smiling more, talking more (hell, a lot), eating a lot more (i guess "gorging" is a better word), and yeah, am happy :D
Hehe, Still thinking about what all we talked today! That's confidential of course ;)
I don't care, if this doesn't make any sense. Hell, its fun to feel stupid! I am feeling soo stupid [If you (I dont know who) respond with a "you are", I bloody don't care]. I confessed something to Sonali today, of a feeling that I always buried deep inside. So deep that I even forgot that it existed. What to do, I was scared. Perhaps still am. But just feels nice to know that somebody knows how I feel. That somebody being, a friend of mine. About something that I always was proud of, for not having. But realised, I possess it too. The grave was dug to make me feel different, or perhaps to keep it from hurting me. But, now its been dug out of its R.I.P and strangely it doesn't seem all that scary anymore! After all, I ultimately am one of "us".
Sonali, you're a pet. :)
Whatever, :D :D :D
Hasta la vista baby!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
I dont even realise...
... realise that my head spins... spins @ of 0.004361111 radians/sec (1 rotation in 24 hours :D)!
Mera Zahaan [2]
A Little Sweet, A Little Sour
A Little Close Not Too Far
A Little Sweet, A Little Sour
A Little Close Not Too Far
All I Need, All I Need
All I Need Is...
A Little Close Not Too Far
A Little Sweet, A Little Sour
A Little Close Not Too Far
All I Need, All I Need
All I Need Is...
Mera Zahaan [1]
Let me in, without a shout; Let me in, I have a doubt; Let me in, without a shout; Let me in, I have a doubt; There are more, many more... many many, many more Like meeeeee
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Incoherent thoughts
:> Here I sit, waiting for my mind to make up its mind to finish off the work as soon as possible
:> Here I sit, listening to "everything" over and over again
:> Here I sit, staring at this 19" hp 9500 monitor nonstop and hearing my fingers type
:> Here I sit, feeling my feet get colder and numb-er with each passing moment
:> Here I sit, looking at the teeny weeny board work I did today
:> Here I sit, thinking about what I am not, what I don't have, and what all I've not achieved yet (okay, not achieved anything, but then...)
:> Here I sit, realizing that I've become a part of this set of inanimate pieces of wood and metal (furniture) surrounding me
:> Here I sit, wishing for something to move the maddening silence
:> Here I sit, to feel what it feels like to feel alive (yeah, yeah, lifehouse)
<: Here I sit
voluntarily trapping myself in the jungle of incoherent thoughts
:> Here I sit, listening to "everything" over and over again
:> Here I sit, staring at this 19" hp 9500 monitor nonstop and hearing my fingers type
:> Here I sit, feeling my feet get colder and numb-er with each passing moment
:> Here I sit, looking at the teeny weeny board work I did today
:> Here I sit, thinking about what I am not, what I don't have, and what all I've not achieved yet (okay, not achieved anything, but then...)
:> Here I sit, realizing that I've become a part of this set of inanimate pieces of wood and metal (furniture) surrounding me
:> Here I sit, wishing for something to move the maddening silence
:> Here I sit, to feel what it feels like to feel alive (yeah, yeah, lifehouse)
<: Here I sit
voluntarily trapping myself in the jungle of incoherent thoughts
Monday, January 14, 2008
Counting Crows
Colorblind
PS: was searching for this song, and stumbled upon this. Thanks Harini!
I am color...blind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am
taffy stuck, tongue tied
Stuttered shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am covered in skin
No one gets to come in
Pull me out from inside
I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding
I am
colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready
I am ready
I am ready
I am...fine
I am.... fine
PS: was searching for this song, and stumbled upon this. Thanks Harini!
Speed
Never knew that I could run so fast,
On feeling something that for long doesnt last
Just at a single fleeting sight,
You give me a ride packed with fright!
PS: Is it just for the Eagle that swoops down in my direction and then glides back up, its total flight following a parabolic curve? Naah! :)
On feeling something that for long doesnt last
Just at a single fleeting sight,
You give me a ride packed with fright!
PS: Is it just for the Eagle that swoops down in my direction and then glides back up, its total flight following a parabolic curve? Naah! :)
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Home
Its been three days since I've come to bengalooru. I was hoping for a single room and got a little disheartened to know that I'll have to share the room alloted to me with another girl. The reason was perhaps I've never shared my space with anyone yet, and was wondering if my habits would be an unnecessary bother to her [Sleep late + a very slow eater (I make her wait soo much :(...)]. Was quite apprehensive as to whether I'll be able to adjust(?). I guess, something new always has apprehensions attached to itself and those apprehensions will dissolve only once we enter the situation anticipated and actually live it. And now, realized that Paru (Parameswari) is a great roommate. She is so very much different from me. It's just so funny (in a nice way) to be with a person almost the whole day and come to know of the different possibilities that exist in the small world that we tend to create around us. The possibilities though they always exist, strike as something new and I guess its nice to open upto them.
I sense a new kind of freedom here. As in, the things that I was afraid to do back there in Pilani, am not scared to do it here. One thing being, gazing at the night sky without involving myself in any kind of analysis as to why or what... and what's more, without anyone putting restrictions on me, its great! Its just a great feeling to stretch out freely and graze my eyes across the sky. I noticed that Orion constellation is oriented in the same way as it is in pilani. I remembered the convo I had with Nisha a few sems back. We'd gone for a walk that day and i was showing her the same constellation. It was so silly, the way we were tracing out ORION in the sky. It was fun though, being silly. And now, the night at the terrace, I felt so close to my home. As if, I was looking at the sky from my own town. Great feeling it was.
It sometimes feels like such a small world this is. You just climb up the heights and everything seems closer, distances shrink. Altitude, its a funny thing. It's fun to go higher and higher... moving away from what we know (or atleast think we know) and getting closer to what we perhaps dont and which some of us want to. Perhaps something similar to getting a high? I dont know.
Anyways, I should be gone by now.
Bye bye blogspot for today (though there is so much i want documented)!
Shruti
PS: started with this post 3 days back and completed it today!
I sense a new kind of freedom here. As in, the things that I was afraid to do back there in Pilani, am not scared to do it here. One thing being, gazing at the night sky without involving myself in any kind of analysis as to why or what... and what's more, without anyone putting restrictions on me, its great! Its just a great feeling to stretch out freely and graze my eyes across the sky. I noticed that Orion constellation is oriented in the same way as it is in pilani. I remembered the convo I had with Nisha a few sems back. We'd gone for a walk that day and i was showing her the same constellation. It was so silly, the way we were tracing out ORION in the sky. It was fun though, being silly. And now, the night at the terrace, I felt so close to my home. As if, I was looking at the sky from my own town. Great feeling it was.
It sometimes feels like such a small world this is. You just climb up the heights and everything seems closer, distances shrink. Altitude, its a funny thing. It's fun to go higher and higher... moving away from what we know (or atleast think we know) and getting closer to what we perhaps dont and which some of us want to. Perhaps something similar to getting a high? I dont know.
Anyways, I should be gone by now.
Bye bye blogspot for today (though there is so much i want documented)!
Shruti
PS: started with this post 3 days back and completed it today!
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