Thursday, November 8, 2018

Living and Leaving...

As I explore more and more cities I realize my love for places. But I also realize that the love exists because I would leave them. If I have to live in a new place then the place would stop being new and so I would eventually stop loving them.
When we live in a place we know everything about it. When we visit a place we visit only the best parts of it. The problems that exist don't manifest themselves , well, because maybe they know that you would leave soon. I live in a city that has such an amazing climate and yet an aspect of it is so cringeworthy that anyone I know hardly talks about the amazing weather. Everyone talks about leaving this city for good but I kind of enjoy the madness.

Living is mundane......Leaving is exotic.

Saturday, October 20, 2018

What's changed?


Someone asked me why had I disappeared? I realized Its been ages on any forum. I wondered about the choices made. A choice that has grown stronger with time. What is the need to be known? Why should one’s opinion matter to anyone else? Have always been totally happy in a crowd as much as in my room quietly reading.  The need to present the 'I' has vanished. Maybe because its existence has become even stronger.

A small set of people who just drop by when time permits or drop a line to keep in touch, girlfriends who meet up whenever they can, friends who can pause on conversations for years and then pick up right where they left......find this better than the need to catch up in social circles.

The writings have ceased because the mind is in an overdrive. When that calms down then maybe the thoughts that formulate and the words that get penned down would have more articulation and clarity.

Someone wise, aptly said - "Do not break the silence unless you can improve it"

Friday, March 30, 2018

Man Bairagi...

मन बैरागी तन अनुरागी , कदम कदम दुश्वारी हैं 
जीवन जीना सहल ना जानो बहुत बड़ी फनकारी हैं 
औरों जैसे होकर भी बाइज़्जत हैं बस्ति में 
कुछ लोगों का सीधापन हैं 
कुछ अपनी अय्यारी हैं 


While watching the movie Aiyaari I came across these fabulous lines of the poet Nida Fazli.
The full poetry can be found online but right now these lines are just apt for me :)


Saturday, November 18, 2017

Me, my kid and God :P

The chutney was spicy, and there was no time to make a new one just to accommodate my little one who is actually not that little now :). So I thought of a plan.

Me: Kiddo, I have kept a chocolate in your box.
Kiddo: Why? [Surprised, because mom isn’t really the chocolate giving kinds]
Me: The chutney is a little spicy, so after you have had your food you can eat it.
Kiddo: Alright.
Me: Please simply eat your chocolate and stop showing it around to other kids or teasing them
Kiddo: Why?
Me: Because they would feel sad exactly like you would; if someone showed you a chocolate but ate all himself that is.

At this stage, i don't think he has appreciated my general philosophical thought so i choose a more direct approach.

Me: And god will punish you if you show the chocolate but don't share them.
Kiddo: Really???
Me: Yup, God will take away your chocolates as a punishment because you caused sadness.
Kiddo: How is that possible? The statue in that room, how will it move and take away my chocolates?
Me: Facepalm.

Moral: Never use abstract concepts with a logical 4 year old.

Monday, June 19, 2017

Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Friday, January 6, 2017

Second track conversations

Second track conversation(s) have become my favorite pass time. It consists of me taking a decision and the second me blasting the first me.

A latest one -

Me1: Gosh! The sink is really looking bad, looks like I need to do a full scrub clean. But it will take time and I may have to miss on my walk.
Me2: The sink looks bad only to you, clean it later. Don't skip your walk, that’s more important
Me1: But i will cringe every time i see that sink. For whatever anyone says, I do not like dirty things and anyways it stays dirty till I clean so I might well clean it now.
Me2: Valid Point! You only have to clean so why not now but you miss out on a walk. You have been missing walks for a week now.
Me1: True!
Me2: Lets take the middle path. Clean only one side of the sink. Won't take much time. Then go for a walk clean the second side tomorrow. So within 4 days your walk doesn’t get interrupted and at the end of 4 days the sink is clean too.
Me1: Voila!

Anyone visiting my kitchen in those 4 days would have noticed my OCD meeting my pragmatism ;)

Thursday, March 31, 2016

The indispensable man

Time for a classic by Saxon White Kessinger

Sometime when you're feeling important;
Sometime when your ego 's in bloom;
Sometime when you take it for granted,
You're the best qualified in the room:
Sometime when you feel that your going,
Would leave an unfillable hole,
Just follow these simple instructions,
And see how they humble your soul.  

Take a bucket and fill it with water,
Put your hand in it up to the wrist,
Pull it out and the hole that's remaining,
Is a measure of how much you'll be missed.
You can splash all you wish when you enter,
You may stir up the water galore,
But stop, and you'll find that in no time,
It looks quite the same as before.  

The moral of this quaint example,
Is to do just the best that you can,
Be proud of yourself but remember,
There's no indispensable man.