Monday, April 30, 2007
Murphy's law....
How much of bad luck can you have in one morning? I had my drivers test today...and I had to drive myself (which is not allowed because I just have a learners') to the office....took a wrong turn and had to drive back....had a document missing so had to call up the insurance company to fax it across and hence was 10 min late for the appointment....and then i flunked my test due to a bad case of nerves....and i kinda misplaced my learners' permit and had to hunt for it for ages!!!! Then had to drive back....!!! And the cherry on the cake was that today was boiling HOT!!!
Friday, April 27, 2007
When sadness isnt sadness
Sometimes we cling to our sorrow like a plank in a ship wreck....holding on to it to keep our head above water. Our gloom seems to give us identity among the ocean of people around us. Or we hold it up like a priceless prize. And carry it around close to our hearts like an achievement.
Last hope for survival or a trophy to be showcased.
Last hope for survival or a trophy to be showcased.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Little nothings
My fingers brush against the keys
To find the words that scurry away
Like little crabs upon deserted shores.
Its heavy, its strong,it grips my heart
but what it is I cannot say,
If I could I wouldn't feel this way.
To find the words that scurry away
Like little crabs upon deserted shores.
Its heavy, its strong,it grips my heart
but what it is I cannot say,
If I could I wouldn't feel this way.
Friday, April 20, 2007
VT.....
VT has set off an avalanche of blogs, I'm sure. And this another snowball.
So much has been said already and I choose not to state the obvious. What amazes me is that there is so much of tragedy in a society which is economically stable, socially evolved (supposedly), and which has access to pretty much everything. Medicine, education, your basic day to day needs, entertainment, opportunity....you name it.
And most importantly freedom....freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom to dress the way you want, freedom to make money.....freedom to change your sex, for godsake!! Isn't this supposed to be an ideal society where justice prevails and people live happily ever after?
So now its not money, not the green lusty greed, not religion, not war or peace, not politics or power...then what is the reason that this boy has tread the dark, murky waters into the recesses of his mind? If its such a perfect world which runs as smooth as clock-work, then why does the system collapse so miserably? In a country which prizes national security above all else (to the extent that it goes to war with an already crumbling nation) how can young civilians be shot so easily, so simply in broad daylight?
What should be the solution? More rules? More laws? And more vigilant systems? Will that be enough? Or do we dare an attempt to find out whats really wrong with paradise.
So much has been said already and I choose not to state the obvious. What amazes me is that there is so much of tragedy in a society which is economically stable, socially evolved (supposedly), and which has access to pretty much everything. Medicine, education, your basic day to day needs, entertainment, opportunity....you name it.
And most importantly freedom....freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom to dress the way you want, freedom to make money.....freedom to change your sex, for godsake!! Isn't this supposed to be an ideal society where justice prevails and people live happily ever after?
So now its not money, not the green lusty greed, not religion, not war or peace, not politics or power...then what is the reason that this boy has tread the dark, murky waters into the recesses of his mind? If its such a perfect world which runs as smooth as clock-work, then why does the system collapse so miserably? In a country which prizes national security above all else (to the extent that it goes to war with an already crumbling nation) how can young civilians be shot so easily, so simply in broad daylight?
What should be the solution? More rules? More laws? And more vigilant systems? Will that be enough? Or do we dare an attempt to find out whats really wrong with paradise.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
"Oh! I made Biryani along with....."
I was in a grumpy mood on Saturday. For no particular reason. Ash tells me "Why dont you call up your mom and tell her you made rava laddu. That will cheer you up!!"
I growled and said nothing but that statement wrung a smile from me later that day. I didn't realize I was so transparent. But its true. I slave over (ok, I'm exaggerating) a new dish, wait for Ash to come home and test it; if and when he shows the thumbs up, I get hyper and excited till I tell some one back home.
It could be because I'm bored or maybe I am so amazed that I am actually not-so-bad at something I expected to fail miserably at. When I first got here, it was an effort to put a brave face, look as if I knew what I was doing and keep reminding myself not to burn down the kitchen. Well, I dint burn it down though the smoke detector has squealed in terror more than a few times.
And its not just cooking but home-making in the general sense. Stacking the magazines, taking out the trash, watering the plant and throwing pebbles at garden lizards.(The last one may not be too house-wifely but its fun)I manage most of it and did I mention that I've not burnt the kitchen down? Yes and finally, I've not lost my sanity. Now, that is an accomplishment.
No, really it is. For the simple reason that i used to be a total career-junkie at one point of time. Getting 8 hours of sleep at night and free time during weekends used to be like a decadent vacation. I used to enjoy the franticly rushing, pedestrian swearing, mad life to the hilt.
But I've not sobered down completely. Have faith in God, humanity and the craziness of my soul. I hope to transform into a coffee gulping, traffic-light running over-worked machine soon. Cheers!!!
I growled and said nothing but that statement wrung a smile from me later that day. I didn't realize I was so transparent. But its true. I slave over (ok, I'm exaggerating) a new dish, wait for Ash to come home and test it; if and when he shows the thumbs up, I get hyper and excited till I tell some one back home.
It could be because I'm bored or maybe I am so amazed that I am actually not-so-bad at something I expected to fail miserably at. When I first got here, it was an effort to put a brave face, look as if I knew what I was doing and keep reminding myself not to burn down the kitchen. Well, I dint burn it down though the smoke detector has squealed in terror more than a few times.
And its not just cooking but home-making in the general sense. Stacking the magazines, taking out the trash, watering the plant and throwing pebbles at garden lizards.(The last one may not be too house-wifely but its fun)I manage most of it and did I mention that I've not burnt the kitchen down? Yes and finally, I've not lost my sanity. Now, that is an accomplishment.
No, really it is. For the simple reason that i used to be a total career-junkie at one point of time. Getting 8 hours of sleep at night and free time during weekends used to be like a decadent vacation. I used to enjoy the franticly rushing, pedestrian swearing, mad life to the hilt.
But I've not sobered down completely. Have faith in God, humanity and the craziness of my soul. I hope to transform into a coffee gulping, traffic-light running over-worked machine soon. Cheers!!!
Friday, April 6, 2007
The Different Life
As kids, we grow with up opinions of grown-ups and the things they do. Oh, I'm so not gonna do that when I'm older!! Or I'm never going to join that band-wagon as an adult!!I'm gonna be so much cooler than that!
Our perspective of many things from down there seems so different now we're up here and see eye to eye on all those issues. Or perhaps it is expectation and grooming that condition us to walk along the road our parents and those before have taken. Or our very definition of whats cool or rather whats important changes.
Right now, I surprise myself as I undertake so many "uncool" tasks with gusto and I'm even more startled to find myself enjoying most of them. A lot of things my parents did make sense and some of them inspire awe.
Everyone thinks he or she is different and yet all of us fall into a pattern. Even the ones who refuse to fit in will follow other "refuse-to-fit-in"s. No two snowflakes are the same yet not one of the millions of snowflakes stands out. Their differences become uniform, stereotyped.
Hmmm...I sound so melancholic. But its true. Try zooming out of your life....the issues that loom over us are reduced to dots and we ourselves are a tiny part of much bigger mechanism.
Our perspective of many things from down there seems so different now we're up here and see eye to eye on all those issues. Or perhaps it is expectation and grooming that condition us to walk along the road our parents and those before have taken. Or our very definition of whats cool or rather whats important changes.
Right now, I surprise myself as I undertake so many "uncool" tasks with gusto and I'm even more startled to find myself enjoying most of them. A lot of things my parents did make sense and some of them inspire awe.
Everyone thinks he or she is different and yet all of us fall into a pattern. Even the ones who refuse to fit in will follow other "refuse-to-fit-in"s. No two snowflakes are the same yet not one of the millions of snowflakes stands out. Their differences become uniform, stereotyped.
Hmmm...I sound so melancholic. But its true. Try zooming out of your life....the issues that loom over us are reduced to dots and we ourselves are a tiny part of much bigger mechanism.
Monday, April 2, 2007
Blog About Blogs
Like all new bloggers, I've been surfing the blog-o-sphere to see and perhaps, learn. Well, I'm not gonna crib about those who devote their writing to their daily routine or those who account, very publicly, for every calorie they intake.
I'm gonna crib about cliches. I came across this blog group, or whatever it is they are called, by a few people I am vaguely acquainted to. And they have put together, what seems to me as copies of copies of copies....Like saying something for the sake of saying it. Or saying something that has been said ...like maybe a couple of million times. There is nothing remotely original about the narrative or the content. But to compensate(?), there was an abundance of "desi learns to talk American" phrases.
I'm just wondering is this just an outcome of showing off the "hippest" side of their personalities....or is it that they're thoughts are reduced to this as well?
I'm gonna crib about cliches. I came across this blog group, or whatever it is they are called, by a few people I am vaguely acquainted to. And they have put together, what seems to me as copies of copies of copies....Like saying something for the sake of saying it. Or saying something that has been said ...like maybe a couple of million times. There is nothing remotely original about the narrative or the content. But to compensate(?), there was an abundance of "desi learns to talk American" phrases.
I'm just wondering is this just an outcome of showing off the "hippest" side of their personalities....or is it that they're thoughts are reduced to this as well?
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