endless space, endless time
is it really so?
is really mine?
shouldn't there be milestones?
what about memories and pictures?
is money that important?
or is it the people?
arguments can be so confusing
arguments can have no conclusion..
do they really need to?
why can't continuum be permanent?
why does everything have to lead to something..
do decisions really help?
are there any decisions that are right?
how sure are you that it is right?
it can be wrong,right?
then again, that's a personal view...
it is true that one man's bread is another man's poison..
but how does one know?
where do we learn?
all those teachers...who taught them?
one tiny crick and all of maths and science will topple over itself..
so what is it that we know?
is it concrete?
is it enduring? will it help us?
who do you ask?
Sunday, July 23, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
This is how we feel!
its been quite a while since i last blogged...but read this forward and thought man thats so true... the thing is, its not just men who want to slap the person telling them how better to drive... when my parents tell me what i should do or what i'm not doing...i wanna scream!!!!!!!! well anyway..here's what i read..
A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.Suddenly her husband burst into the kitchen."Careful. CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once. TOOMANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MOREBUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful. CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me whenyou're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forgetto salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"The wife stared at him. "What the heck is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry acouple of eggs?"The husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving."
A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.Suddenly her husband burst into the kitchen."Careful. CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my GOD! You're cooking too many at once. TOOMANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! WHERE are we going to get MOREBUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful. CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me whenyou're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forgetto salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!"The wife stared at him. "What the heck is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry acouple of eggs?"The husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving."
Thursday, March 02, 2006
natural highs.....
the contents of this post were a forward. i generally click off and delete most forwards barring few which catch my eye. this one caught my eye and when i read it, i realized it was bang on spot. every line of it true. just reading through the mail had me smiling, feeling good and i needed that yesterday. it just so happened that yesterday was one of my days of self comtemplation...where i was going..whats in store for me...what do i have to show for twenty one years of life on this earth...i didnt feel too good at the end of the day but this mail had me smiling and feeling so much better than i had felt all day. i figured i'd rather post it on my blog rather than forward it..so here goes..
1. Falling in love.
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.
3. A hot shower.
4. No lines at the supermarket
5. A special glance.
6. Getting mail
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8.. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
11. Chocolate milkshake. (or vanilla or strawberry!)
12. A bubble bath.
13. Giggling.
14. A good conversation.
15. The beach
16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.
17. Laughing at yourself.
19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
20. Running through sprinklers.
21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
23. Laughing at an inside joke.
24. Friends.
25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).
28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
29. Playing with a new puppy.
30. Having someone play with your hair.
31. Sweet dreams.
32. Hot chocolate.
33. Road trips with friends.
34. Swinging on swings.
35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.
36. Making chocolate chip cookies.
37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.
38. Holding hands with someone you care about.
39. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.
40. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.
41. Watching the sunrise.
42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.
43. Knowing that somebody misses you.
44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.
45. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.
although i haven't run around sprinklers...i've been hosed down with a garden hose..but the beach, the chocolate chip cookies, the puppies, eye contact, sunrise and sunset, roadtrips, phone calls, milkshakes and icecreams, getting mail, getting compliments, laughing at the fall of the hat and laughing for every single thing....its all just so me..i just couldn't help cheering up...and i do hope that whoever stops by this post of mine is smiling by the time they are done reading it...
1. Falling in love.
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.
3. A hot shower.
4. No lines at the supermarket
5. A special glance.
6. Getting mail
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8.. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
11. Chocolate milkshake. (or vanilla or strawberry!)
12. A bubble bath.
13. Giggling.
14. A good conversation.
15. The beach
16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.
17. Laughing at yourself.
19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
20. Running through sprinklers.
21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
23. Laughing at an inside joke.
24. Friends.
25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).
28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
29. Playing with a new puppy.
30. Having someone play with your hair.
31. Sweet dreams.
32. Hot chocolate.
33. Road trips with friends.
34. Swinging on swings.
35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.
36. Making chocolate chip cookies.
37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.
38. Holding hands with someone you care about.
39. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.
40. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.
41. Watching the sunrise.
42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.
43. Knowing that somebody misses you.
44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.
45. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.
although i haven't run around sprinklers...i've been hosed down with a garden hose..but the beach, the chocolate chip cookies, the puppies, eye contact, sunrise and sunset, roadtrips, phone calls, milkshakes and icecreams, getting mail, getting compliments, laughing at the fall of the hat and laughing for every single thing....its all just so me..i just couldn't help cheering up...and i do hope that whoever stops by this post of mine is smiling by the time they are done reading it...
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Q and A
there is a friend of mine who is quite, i'd say prejudiced, against indian authors. she isn't against indians writing, she just doesn't have the same inclination to read them as she would agatha christie or jeffery archer. i don't subscribe to this view because for me that's like putting yourself down. so if wrote a book in my name and not a psuedo then the number of my readers would would be short of her. but that's inconsequential here as she would read a book written by me in any case, because it would be written by me- thats just how friendships work.
but there are cases where the indian writers make you want to slap them. arundathi roy and shinie anthony.i happened to try the god of small things and kardamom kisses. terrible. i couldn't get through five pages. sure there probably are people who like them, otherwise ruskin bond wouldn't be praising shinie anthony and arundathi roy wouldn't have got the booker. but really...those are two unbelievable books..
but there are some indians who can write and write rivetingly well at that. one of them is vikas swarup. he isnt brilliant...he is good.
Q and A, for those who haven't heard of it, is a book that is about how an eighteen year old waiter at a bar wins a quiz show and wins a billion rupees. but he isnt given the money but arrested for winning the show. you get curious. then you find that his name is ram mohammed thomas. an uneducated boy, whose orphaned life sees him through situations that are hard but not so hard to imagine.
i read the book over the day yesterday. it wasn't the amount he was winning at the quiz show that made me read the book in a few hours but the tales of how knowledge assimilated in fragments through life serves a purpose. it isnt profound or a book that is heavy reading. it just lets you see what things can be and sometimes are in today's world. just because we don't experience them or see them doesn't mean incidents and things don't exist. though a bit cinematic, i'm glad for the ending.
well...i happened to read the book..really like it and wanted to write about it...so there...
but there are cases where the indian writers make you want to slap them. arundathi roy and shinie anthony.i happened to try the god of small things and kardamom kisses. terrible. i couldn't get through five pages. sure there probably are people who like them, otherwise ruskin bond wouldn't be praising shinie anthony and arundathi roy wouldn't have got the booker. but really...those are two unbelievable books..
but there are some indians who can write and write rivetingly well at that. one of them is vikas swarup. he isnt brilliant...he is good.
Q and A, for those who haven't heard of it, is a book that is about how an eighteen year old waiter at a bar wins a quiz show and wins a billion rupees. but he isnt given the money but arrested for winning the show. you get curious. then you find that his name is ram mohammed thomas. an uneducated boy, whose orphaned life sees him through situations that are hard but not so hard to imagine.
i read the book over the day yesterday. it wasn't the amount he was winning at the quiz show that made me read the book in a few hours but the tales of how knowledge assimilated in fragments through life serves a purpose. it isnt profound or a book that is heavy reading. it just lets you see what things can be and sometimes are in today's world. just because we don't experience them or see them doesn't mean incidents and things don't exist. though a bit cinematic, i'm glad for the ending.
well...i happened to read the book..really like it and wanted to write about it...so there...
Sunday, February 05, 2006
communicate to the central government in hindi????
yesterday's bussiness line's front page article was on the possibility, a not-so-far-off possibility that all companies in india including the MNCs would have to correspond with the Govt only in hindi, the rashtrabasha.
india is a developing nation though the lines are blurring and development is fast coming within our range of vision. its just when things start looking up that the politicians decide its going too fast for them to comprehend and decide to slow it all down as fast as they can.
first you decide to call bangalore bengaluru. then you decide that all companies operating in india need to correspond only in hindi. how stunted are the brains of the politicians? and it isnt as though there are only a handful of them...there are hundreds of them and each one with an equal say in the happenings on of the country.
it isn't as though every indian speaks hindi. then again it isn't as though hindi is as simple as switching on a switch. i know..really profound..'switchin on a switch' but isn't it so much simpler to tell someone that when you click the switch one way the fan starts whirring or you have the television working or just plain and simple..there is light! is it going top as simple teachiong every one of india's growing populace the nuances of the language? and in a country like india where there are hundreds of languages and a higher number of dialects to each of those languages it would be forcing hindi on the actual non-hindi speaking masses.
our mother tongue, we learn from the day of our birth for that is the language we hear so much. english. it is a foreign language. but one that integrates the people of india. gives them a platform for addressing issues, for making suggestions, for equity in thought. there is nothing wrong with having to communicate in english. it brings the people of india together amongst their differences at the same time enabling the nation to have foriegn ties.
if made a concrete law, it would only go to show the childishness, vanity and joblessness of the men we've put to power to govern us with our best interests at heart.
how much time do these people have to waste? thinking up ways to regression when the population growth is still largely unchecked. when literacy still needs a saviour. communal harmony is still hanging by the thread in numerous places. oppurtunities are still going unchecked. brain drain is not a thing of the 90s, it is still highly prevalent. research can do with a boost, no not nuclear research or arms research, lower cost of medicines, better living conditions, higher yield of crops- research has no limit. the various sports can get a hand up. a little nudge and a little recognition. there are issues aplenty that need more attention and immediate action and none of it has to do with the language of communication.
if language is a hinderance, we'll find a way. it can be worked around. the men at the centre need not worry about that, they can with the blessings of every indian turn their attention to the rural, the poor, impoverished, sick and illiterate.
india is a developing nation though the lines are blurring and development is fast coming within our range of vision. its just when things start looking up that the politicians decide its going too fast for them to comprehend and decide to slow it all down as fast as they can.
first you decide to call bangalore bengaluru. then you decide that all companies operating in india need to correspond only in hindi. how stunted are the brains of the politicians? and it isnt as though there are only a handful of them...there are hundreds of them and each one with an equal say in the happenings on of the country.
it isn't as though every indian speaks hindi. then again it isn't as though hindi is as simple as switching on a switch. i know..really profound..'switchin on a switch' but isn't it so much simpler to tell someone that when you click the switch one way the fan starts whirring or you have the television working or just plain and simple..there is light! is it going top as simple teachiong every one of india's growing populace the nuances of the language? and in a country like india where there are hundreds of languages and a higher number of dialects to each of those languages it would be forcing hindi on the actual non-hindi speaking masses.
our mother tongue, we learn from the day of our birth for that is the language we hear so much. english. it is a foreign language. but one that integrates the people of india. gives them a platform for addressing issues, for making suggestions, for equity in thought. there is nothing wrong with having to communicate in english. it brings the people of india together amongst their differences at the same time enabling the nation to have foriegn ties.
if made a concrete law, it would only go to show the childishness, vanity and joblessness of the men we've put to power to govern us with our best interests at heart.
how much time do these people have to waste? thinking up ways to regression when the population growth is still largely unchecked. when literacy still needs a saviour. communal harmony is still hanging by the thread in numerous places. oppurtunities are still going unchecked. brain drain is not a thing of the 90s, it is still highly prevalent. research can do with a boost, no not nuclear research or arms research, lower cost of medicines, better living conditions, higher yield of crops- research has no limit. the various sports can get a hand up. a little nudge and a little recognition. there are issues aplenty that need more attention and immediate action and none of it has to do with the language of communication.
if language is a hinderance, we'll find a way. it can be worked around. the men at the centre need not worry about that, they can with the blessings of every indian turn their attention to the rural, the poor, impoverished, sick and illiterate.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
do you ever really get your thoughts together when you grow up?
within a period of four years things have changed. i left school, chose to pursue an engineering degree and pledged unchanging friendships. my college life is nearing completion and i'm now on the threshold of making decisions that are going to most certainly determine the rest of my life for me, more or less.
i look back and see such a carefree period of my life in school. i had nothing to worry about. no complicated relationships. no undue growing up. friends, excursions, mid term exams, board exams, teachers, the principal's room, maths, muthu ma'm, geography, tutions and best friends describe my school life to the dot. what makes school so much more precious to me is that in the twelfth, when most students study judiciously, those of us in my school had the best days of our lives. we went out for movies, the sleep overs, the chalk fights in class, the best friend fights, the class party for our teachers and we were the only twelfth standard batch to pass out with no principal in attendance. sure our fun and prank playing didnt secure us stupendous marks..but i have such unbelivable memories that no numbers could ever come close to.
then leaving the until-then granted familiarity of school i walked into college. any notion of fun at college was diligently squashed by the academic luminaries of svce. we were left with no doubt of the drudgery we'd unknowingly though voluntarily let ourselves into. and to it was quite a transition from the class oneness of the twelfth to the bitching and back biting and race for friends in college. the closest friend of mine from college today, i made for she was from the same school and nothing else. i knew nothing of her and she knew nothing of me and there were quite a few people who watched as we got to know each other, being as we are as different from each other as possible. but then again that was three years ago. though grudgingly accepted, svce inclusive of everyone from the security guard we zoomed past without outpass to my hod with whom i love to get into arguments purely to annoy him, to my english professors who i love arguing with, the canteen accountant who asks me if i'm ill when i buy only one tiffin token and the clothes vigilance squad of two i owe them all my broadened horizons, my introduction to public transport, my insatiable hunger for food of any kind that is vegetarian, my ability to go to sleep on any vehicle in motion within a half hour and my liberation from stage fear.
the funny thing is i've wanted out of college since the day i stepped in but now that that day is nearing i think these years have flown by too fast. ha irony!
well that specifically leaves me 5 months approximately from having to figure out if i'm going to go get a job, apply to some institute for design or management or turn an entrepreneur or just get myself hooked. and however much tempting it is to say hey let me just get hooked...it'd probably kill me within the month to have to do nothing but mundane homely things when i can't cook to save anybody but myself. and getting a job? i wish there was one tailor made for me with awesome remuneration and travel too. but thats wishful thinking. applying to a university is the simplest. but then again i dont find anything in my line of study to interest me enough into an MS. an MBA is still an option. so is design, the performing arts and literature. the one thing about being exposed to too many things is you get confused. i love too many fields to be able to pick the one that i want to give my all to.
well..i started this post in reminiscance and have come to my predicament today...and if any of u who read this have any advice to offer..your welcome to...but then again i might just do what henry higgins finds most annoying in women....listen to everyone, nod and then go do exactly what i want to do..:)
i look back and see such a carefree period of my life in school. i had nothing to worry about. no complicated relationships. no undue growing up. friends, excursions, mid term exams, board exams, teachers, the principal's room, maths, muthu ma'm, geography, tutions and best friends describe my school life to the dot. what makes school so much more precious to me is that in the twelfth, when most students study judiciously, those of us in my school had the best days of our lives. we went out for movies, the sleep overs, the chalk fights in class, the best friend fights, the class party for our teachers and we were the only twelfth standard batch to pass out with no principal in attendance. sure our fun and prank playing didnt secure us stupendous marks..but i have such unbelivable memories that no numbers could ever come close to.
then leaving the until-then granted familiarity of school i walked into college. any notion of fun at college was diligently squashed by the academic luminaries of svce. we were left with no doubt of the drudgery we'd unknowingly though voluntarily let ourselves into. and to it was quite a transition from the class oneness of the twelfth to the bitching and back biting and race for friends in college. the closest friend of mine from college today, i made for she was from the same school and nothing else. i knew nothing of her and she knew nothing of me and there were quite a few people who watched as we got to know each other, being as we are as different from each other as possible. but then again that was three years ago. though grudgingly accepted, svce inclusive of everyone from the security guard we zoomed past without outpass to my hod with whom i love to get into arguments purely to annoy him, to my english professors who i love arguing with, the canteen accountant who asks me if i'm ill when i buy only one tiffin token and the clothes vigilance squad of two i owe them all my broadened horizons, my introduction to public transport, my insatiable hunger for food of any kind that is vegetarian, my ability to go to sleep on any vehicle in motion within a half hour and my liberation from stage fear.
the funny thing is i've wanted out of college since the day i stepped in but now that that day is nearing i think these years have flown by too fast. ha irony!
well that specifically leaves me 5 months approximately from having to figure out if i'm going to go get a job, apply to some institute for design or management or turn an entrepreneur or just get myself hooked. and however much tempting it is to say hey let me just get hooked...it'd probably kill me within the month to have to do nothing but mundane homely things when i can't cook to save anybody but myself. and getting a job? i wish there was one tailor made for me with awesome remuneration and travel too. but thats wishful thinking. applying to a university is the simplest. but then again i dont find anything in my line of study to interest me enough into an MS. an MBA is still an option. so is design, the performing arts and literature. the one thing about being exposed to too many things is you get confused. i love too many fields to be able to pick the one that i want to give my all to.
well..i started this post in reminiscance and have come to my predicament today...and if any of u who read this have any advice to offer..your welcome to...but then again i might just do what henry higgins finds most annoying in women....listen to everyone, nod and then go do exactly what i want to do..:)
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