Thats right! I am magical! For that matter, so are you. As is everybody else.
I am not saying anything new. Just giving words to what almost each of us has felt sometime or the other in life. Imagine starting life as a single cell and ultimately ending up a giant (compared to a cell, we would be more than giants) of maybe six feet plus lengths (and varying breadths ;)). Imagine all those complex processes going on inside our bodies to keep us alive. Imagine all those neurons carrying messages to and fro at speeds unimaginable. Imagine that heartbeat of yours beating away to the end of your days dutifully without fail (affected sometimes by members of the opposite sex though). Imagine the human body in all its glory. Imagine life!
And to think that we rarely spare a thought to these simple things. Just because they are. Just because we are mired up in the other 'goals' of our lives. Just because we have to be succesful, and famous, and celebrated. And we come to think of these simple facts only in death or disease. And since my profession is such that I do come in contact with these two truths of life frequently, I may have realised what I am writing now. But for how long the realisation lasts, i don't know.
So friends! Lets try to unearth the magic. Lets comprehend what we have been provided. Lets try to respect the treasure within and without us and ensure its well being. Lets celebrate life!
(PS: Whatever it is, this is for you, Kaustuv. Sorry about the book though)
Monday, 25 August 2008
Saturday, 23 August 2008
Nomenclature Woes
"Whats in a name?" Thus spoke William Shakespeare. "Call a rose by any other name, it'll smell the same".
I am sorry to contradict you Mr Shakespeare, but you are wrong. Imagine if one of your publishers had published your 'Romeo and Juliet' in his name, would it have been the same? I guess that person would have been famous instead of you, would have topped all the literary 'most important lists' and would have been the first name in the literary 'hall of fame'. Of course, you may have been famous even in this scenario, but not as the writer but as the person who filed numerous lawsuits and alleged (so audaciously!) as Mr X having commandeered his works! And yes, the conspiracy theorists of the present generation would have unearthed your name to tarnish Mr X's reputation rendering him all the more popular.
A name gives a person his/her identity. It conjures up a vision in front of the eyes of a particular person. It brings back memories. Most important of all, you know who/what is being referred to.
I myself had the privilege of going through various names (nicknames excluded, they may be dealt with later, if the urge comes upon me). When I was born (as does everybody), I was given a name on my 11th day in this world after due consultations with a Panditji. I don't remember the name exactly because 1) I was too young at the time 2) that name was never used because my maternal grandfather (who himself was a Pandit)found out that the earlier chap had miscalculated and so my name should be different. Thus my first name got discarded. The only thing I remember is that it started with F. Guess, i got spared from the F name ;).
So, after due calculations, my grandfather gave me a name. The auspicious letter was 'Dh', so I was named Dharmraj (after the Hindu God of Dharm). Thus I got my second name- the name that has to be used in the official religious rituals and ceremonies.
My dad didn't seem satisfied though. He seemed to have thought out a name for me and so, I was named a third time and thus came to take my present name. But it wasn't the same as what it is now. I used to be called 'Binay'. The 'B' was replaced when I reached the 8th standard and when I took a fancy to the twenty-second letter of the alphabet. Thats how my name came to be associated with me in its present form.
I have always been fascinated with names. The more uncommon they get, the more I like them. (I must mention that I was not entirely satisfied with my present name too. But its too late in time to change it again, i guess. Anyway, its a pretty decent one). So, when my uncle delegated the task of naming my cousin-sister (the only girl child in our family), you may guess my situation. I had to find something uncommon, something that would stand out yet would be likable. I hammed and hawed for around six months (thank God! the kid couldn't speak. Imagine yourself without a name for six months) and when the pressure became too much, I delved into the Ramayana and came out with a name that was both interesting, uncommon and mythological. Thats probably the last time I'll be naming someone.
I faced the same problem with my blog. This blog went through exactly three sets of names before arriving at its present name. It started as '4 your eyes only' inspired from the James Bond flick. And when I got fed up with the name, I decided to change it. After much soul (and name) searching, since I could not arrive at something likable, I just let it be 'Vinay's Weblog'. The urge to rename appeared all of a sudden yesterday. After almost one hour of continuous staring at the screen, i came upon a name. As I pressed the edit button, my mind said 'i found it'. So, the name changed once more and came to assume its present form. Don't know how long it shall last...
So, whats in a name? An identity. A story of how it came into being. A reflection of a person (and maybe his/her ideas). And maybe more...
Thats why I say Mr Shakespeare, you are wrong.
I am sorry to contradict you Mr Shakespeare, but you are wrong. Imagine if one of your publishers had published your 'Romeo and Juliet' in his name, would it have been the same? I guess that person would have been famous instead of you, would have topped all the literary 'most important lists' and would have been the first name in the literary 'hall of fame'. Of course, you may have been famous even in this scenario, but not as the writer but as the person who filed numerous lawsuits and alleged (so audaciously!) as Mr X having commandeered his works! And yes, the conspiracy theorists of the present generation would have unearthed your name to tarnish Mr X's reputation rendering him all the more popular.
A name gives a person his/her identity. It conjures up a vision in front of the eyes of a particular person. It brings back memories. Most important of all, you know who/what is being referred to.
I myself had the privilege of going through various names (nicknames excluded, they may be dealt with later, if the urge comes upon me). When I was born (as does everybody), I was given a name on my 11th day in this world after due consultations with a Panditji. I don't remember the name exactly because 1) I was too young at the time 2) that name was never used because my maternal grandfather (who himself was a Pandit)found out that the earlier chap had miscalculated and so my name should be different. Thus my first name got discarded. The only thing I remember is that it started with F. Guess, i got spared from the F name ;).
So, after due calculations, my grandfather gave me a name. The auspicious letter was 'Dh', so I was named Dharmraj (after the Hindu God of Dharm). Thus I got my second name- the name that has to be used in the official religious rituals and ceremonies.
My dad didn't seem satisfied though. He seemed to have thought out a name for me and so, I was named a third time and thus came to take my present name. But it wasn't the same as what it is now. I used to be called 'Binay'. The 'B' was replaced when I reached the 8th standard and when I took a fancy to the twenty-second letter of the alphabet. Thats how my name came to be associated with me in its present form.
I have always been fascinated with names. The more uncommon they get, the more I like them. (I must mention that I was not entirely satisfied with my present name too. But its too late in time to change it again, i guess. Anyway, its a pretty decent one). So, when my uncle delegated the task of naming my cousin-sister (the only girl child in our family), you may guess my situation. I had to find something uncommon, something that would stand out yet would be likable. I hammed and hawed for around six months (thank God! the kid couldn't speak. Imagine yourself without a name for six months) and when the pressure became too much, I delved into the Ramayana and came out with a name that was both interesting, uncommon and mythological. Thats probably the last time I'll be naming someone.
I faced the same problem with my blog. This blog went through exactly three sets of names before arriving at its present name. It started as '4 your eyes only' inspired from the James Bond flick. And when I got fed up with the name, I decided to change it. After much soul (and name) searching, since I could not arrive at something likable, I just let it be 'Vinay's Weblog'. The urge to rename appeared all of a sudden yesterday. After almost one hour of continuous staring at the screen, i came upon a name. As I pressed the edit button, my mind said 'i found it'. So, the name changed once more and came to assume its present form. Don't know how long it shall last...
So, whats in a name? An identity. A story of how it came into being. A reflection of a person (and maybe his/her ideas). And maybe more...
Thats why I say Mr Shakespeare, you are wrong.
Friday, 22 August 2008
The Art Called Laziness
It has been hours since I have been sitting like this, whiling away the time doing absolutely nothing (this piece not included, of course)even though I have been promising myself long hours at the study table, working out for a better physique and a dozen other things.
Doing nothing is an art. Laziness, in itself, is an art. How many people in the world do you think can effortlessly put away what has to be done today till tomorrow and what has to be done tomorrow till the day after tomorrow? Well, everyone probably wishes to do so, but how many seriously accomplish it???
I have been accomplishing this feat quite successfully and with quite a distinction in recent times. Probably, I would have claimed to have perfected the art itself, hadn't it for the fact that nothing is perfect. I have the same skinny look in terms of physique (i don't consider myself that bad looking though. Narcissus, anybody???) Am at the same pedestal as far as learning goes, maybe a bit lower (have gained wisdom though...lol). The hours I spend in my bed have assumed quite a legend of their own. I can while away the time doing absolutely nothing and not getting bored too!!! Weird, isn't it???
A thousand promises have been broken, many a resolutions shattered trying to withstand this mountain of evil. And even though the realisation is there, the body and mind feel disinclined to do anything productive in this matter. And as I know full well that to thwart this evil inside me, to stop putting things off from today till tomorrow i have to start working right now, I take your leave for today, hoping against hope that i succeed. Hope to give you some good news in the next piece. If not, do remember that I am afflicted with the art or rather the disease called laziness. :)
PS: About the last post, my sleep was a dreamless one. Seems my subconscious too is too lazy to dream ;)
Doing nothing is an art. Laziness, in itself, is an art. How many people in the world do you think can effortlessly put away what has to be done today till tomorrow and what has to be done tomorrow till the day after tomorrow? Well, everyone probably wishes to do so, but how many seriously accomplish it???
I have been accomplishing this feat quite successfully and with quite a distinction in recent times. Probably, I would have claimed to have perfected the art itself, hadn't it for the fact that nothing is perfect. I have the same skinny look in terms of physique (i don't consider myself that bad looking though. Narcissus, anybody???) Am at the same pedestal as far as learning goes, maybe a bit lower (have gained wisdom though...lol). The hours I spend in my bed have assumed quite a legend of their own. I can while away the time doing absolutely nothing and not getting bored too!!! Weird, isn't it???
A thousand promises have been broken, many a resolutions shattered trying to withstand this mountain of evil. And even though the realisation is there, the body and mind feel disinclined to do anything productive in this matter. And as I know full well that to thwart this evil inside me, to stop putting things off from today till tomorrow i have to start working right now, I take your leave for today, hoping against hope that i succeed. Hope to give you some good news in the next piece. If not, do remember that I am afflicted with the art or rather the disease called laziness. :)
PS: About the last post, my sleep was a dreamless one. Seems my subconscious too is too lazy to dream ;)
Thursday, 21 August 2008
Serendipity!!!
Quirky!
Thats how i may describe my day today.
As i reached my room after a sleepless night attending to a gamut of patients suffering from almost all the diseases in the universe, sleep was the first thing on the agenda. But, because of a long standing habit, i just powered my laptop and got connected to the net. After checking the usual mail and all, i went to a popular portal to have a look at the news and recent happenings.
'Having sex doesn't mean that you and your partner are connected' screamed a headline in my face. Intrigued, i clicked on the link. It led me to a book extract from a certain book by a certain upcoming female author whose idea of a great book seems to be one which is full of the F-words, mention of various parts of the female anatomy every second line and the number of drinks that she downed in the latest party.(Don't think that I am taking a moral high ground here. I am okay with anything one has to say about oneself. After all, India is a democratic country!!!)
I ventured back to the sports section of the portal. 'Meet the most beautiful face of the olympics' was the topmost headline. I went ahead. It was about some model turned athlete from Paraguay. The last paragraph, which was probably the longest in the whole article, told us how she has featured in a topless calendar in 2007 and which is circulating in the internet. The guys stopped just short of giving the link to that site.
On to the movie section. 'Ten tips for a sexy ass'. I went through to have a look at the voluptuous females shown alongside the text. (I never said I was a saint, did i???)
Sleep overtook me at last and I drifted off to an uneasy sleep punctuated by the mongrel barking outside, the power going off twice, and my wallmate's irritating laughter.
After waking up from 3-4 hours of laboured sleep, i went to have a look at the news paper. I generally skip news about politics and politicians. So, apart from the sports news, what caught my eyes was this article: 'Boobs on Bikes'. Seems there is some festival of some sort in New Zealand or somewhere where topless young women ride on motorbikes (whew! this is kinky!)while the world watches by. And there are pro- and anti- protesters for the trend too!
I then turned to the movies being screened section. Apart from one or two new releases, the following movies were on offer: 'Milan ki Aag'; 'Body of Evidence'; 'Kissa Jawani Ka' and something titled like 'The Wife, the Thief and...(i forgot what exactly was the word). I smiled as i tossed the paper aside.
Times change. We know that. Traditions change. Principles too. But, as well as I may enjoy going through these articles or movies, i think that a line needs to be drawn between what is appropriate and what is titillating and sensational but worthless stuff. Of course, sensational stuff sells, but is it everything???
We have to think about this.
PS: As i prepare to go to bed, i am wondering what sort of a dream i shall have, considering today's exposure coupled with some really strenuous hours at work. I may tell the story the next time. ;)
Thats how i may describe my day today.
As i reached my room after a sleepless night attending to a gamut of patients suffering from almost all the diseases in the universe, sleep was the first thing on the agenda. But, because of a long standing habit, i just powered my laptop and got connected to the net. After checking the usual mail and all, i went to a popular portal to have a look at the news and recent happenings.
'Having sex doesn't mean that you and your partner are connected' screamed a headline in my face. Intrigued, i clicked on the link. It led me to a book extract from a certain book by a certain upcoming female author whose idea of a great book seems to be one which is full of the F-words, mention of various parts of the female anatomy every second line and the number of drinks that she downed in the latest party.(Don't think that I am taking a moral high ground here. I am okay with anything one has to say about oneself. After all, India is a democratic country!!!)
I ventured back to the sports section of the portal. 'Meet the most beautiful face of the olympics' was the topmost headline. I went ahead. It was about some model turned athlete from Paraguay. The last paragraph, which was probably the longest in the whole article, told us how she has featured in a topless calendar in 2007 and which is circulating in the internet. The guys stopped just short of giving the link to that site.
On to the movie section. 'Ten tips for a sexy ass'. I went through to have a look at the voluptuous females shown alongside the text. (I never said I was a saint, did i???)
Sleep overtook me at last and I drifted off to an uneasy sleep punctuated by the mongrel barking outside, the power going off twice, and my wallmate's irritating laughter.
After waking up from 3-4 hours of laboured sleep, i went to have a look at the news paper. I generally skip news about politics and politicians. So, apart from the sports news, what caught my eyes was this article: 'Boobs on Bikes'. Seems there is some festival of some sort in New Zealand or somewhere where topless young women ride on motorbikes (whew! this is kinky!)while the world watches by. And there are pro- and anti- protesters for the trend too!
I then turned to the movies being screened section. Apart from one or two new releases, the following movies were on offer: 'Milan ki Aag'; 'Body of Evidence'; 'Kissa Jawani Ka' and something titled like 'The Wife, the Thief and...(i forgot what exactly was the word). I smiled as i tossed the paper aside.
Times change. We know that. Traditions change. Principles too. But, as well as I may enjoy going through these articles or movies, i think that a line needs to be drawn between what is appropriate and what is titillating and sensational but worthless stuff. Of course, sensational stuff sells, but is it everything???
We have to think about this.
PS: As i prepare to go to bed, i am wondering what sort of a dream i shall have, considering today's exposure coupled with some really strenuous hours at work. I may tell the story the next time. ;)
Friday, 15 August 2008
INDEPENDENCE DAY
"Pandit Nehru made a horological mistake. When India was awakening to life and freedom, the world was not asleep. For instance, it was 2.30 PM in New York."
Thus starts Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi- a wonderful movie.
As I woke up today in the hospital after a fitful sleep and 10 hours of duty and was leaving for my residence, I came across some people hustling around preparing for the flag hoisting ceremony at the hospital. By the time I reached my residence, my mobile phone started receiving 'Happy Independence Day' smses. I opened my mail and got similar messages there. I didn't reply to a single one of them.
I am not saying that I am not patriotic or my friends who sent me those messages are not patriotic. But a thought struck me. Are we really independent??? I mean, we attained independence from the Britishers some 61 years ago, but are we independent in the real sense? Are we independent from corruption? Are we independent from social discrimination? Are we independent from poverty and illiteracy? Are we independent from the clutches of cash loving politicians? Are we???
We were taught in medical school that health is a state of complete physical, mental and social well being and not merely the absence of disease. Isn't that the same for Independence??? Isn't it Independence not only from slavery but from all the social and political ills plaguing us???
I am sorry, my friends. We are not independent. And thats the only truth. Nor can we be competely independent ever. Till then, i can't reply to your messages and smses. I am sorry...
Thus starts Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi- a wonderful movie.
As I woke up today in the hospital after a fitful sleep and 10 hours of duty and was leaving for my residence, I came across some people hustling around preparing for the flag hoisting ceremony at the hospital. By the time I reached my residence, my mobile phone started receiving 'Happy Independence Day' smses. I opened my mail and got similar messages there. I didn't reply to a single one of them.
I am not saying that I am not patriotic or my friends who sent me those messages are not patriotic. But a thought struck me. Are we really independent??? I mean, we attained independence from the Britishers some 61 years ago, but are we independent in the real sense? Are we independent from corruption? Are we independent from social discrimination? Are we independent from poverty and illiteracy? Are we independent from the clutches of cash loving politicians? Are we???
We were taught in medical school that health is a state of complete physical, mental and social well being and not merely the absence of disease. Isn't that the same for Independence??? Isn't it Independence not only from slavery but from all the social and political ills plaguing us???
I am sorry, my friends. We are not independent. And thats the only truth. Nor can we be competely independent ever. Till then, i can't reply to your messages and smses. I am sorry...
Thursday, 7 August 2008
'LAZY-CALLY ME'
In case you are wondering what the title means, there are three explanations-
1) I am lazy (as evident from the long duration between this post and the last),
2) I was supposed to write a book titled 'Magical Me' and since that seems improbable in the near future, i thought that this piece may act as a substitute and
3) I am always out of titles for pieces in my blog.
Well, i am lazy not only in posting in my blog (which probably accounts for the low readership stats), but in almost everything in life. I am lazy to get up in the mornings, lazy to breakfast, lazy to work out, lazy to study... The list goes on and on. The only acceptable thing for me probably would be to lie in my beloved bed all day (and night!) and read some interesting book.
Which reminds me of two of the books that I read recently. I am not in the habit of doing book reviews simply because 1) i am not paid for it and 2) i don't think anybody would be interested in my reviews. Anyway, just some hours ago, I finished 'The Silmarillion'- the 'prequel' to The Lord of The Rings and The Hobbit. It was a wonderful read. I have always been interested in history, and this book does just that- gives info on the history (mythology may be a better word) into all the characters and events that have been part of modern lore via these books. It took me back to the time when i was reading LOTR. At some instances, it was almost as if I was present at the times and happenings that took place. For lovers of Tolkien, i recommend this book, in case you have not gone through it.
The second book that I went through was also an interesting one. 'The Catcher in the Rye' by Jerome David Salinger. The narration is simple- the language all the more so, splattered liberally with swear words and american slang. The mood of the protagonist is the same throughout- always humiliated and ridiculed, with strange notions and ideas. The characters are interesting too. And the way the narration starts and abruptly ends- i found it really interesting.
Well, that sort of somehow sums up my lazy ways. Of course, i am going to start a new book in short order and am not looking forward to it too much. But i'll have to conquer my demons. That book is also an interesting one, though it didn't appeal much to me in my undergrad days. Well, since i'll have to do it, i'll do it. That book is titled 'Harrison's Principles of Internal Medicine'.[:(]. Wish me luck!
1) I am lazy (as evident from the long duration between this post and the last),
2) I was supposed to write a book titled 'Magical Me' and since that seems improbable in the near future, i thought that this piece may act as a substitute and
3) I am always out of titles for pieces in my blog.
Well, i am lazy not only in posting in my blog (which probably accounts for the low readership stats), but in almost everything in life. I am lazy to get up in the mornings, lazy to breakfast, lazy to work out, lazy to study... The list goes on and on. The only acceptable thing for me probably would be to lie in my beloved bed all day (and night!) and read some interesting book.
Which reminds me of two of the books that I read recently. I am not in the habit of doing book reviews simply because 1) i am not paid for it and 2) i don't think anybody would be interested in my reviews. Anyway, just some hours ago, I finished 'The Silmarillion'- the 'prequel' to The Lord of The Rings and The Hobbit. It was a wonderful read. I have always been interested in history, and this book does just that- gives info on the history (mythology may be a better word) into all the characters and events that have been part of modern lore via these books. It took me back to the time when i was reading LOTR. At some instances, it was almost as if I was present at the times and happenings that took place. For lovers of Tolkien, i recommend this book, in case you have not gone through it.
The second book that I went through was also an interesting one. 'The Catcher in the Rye' by Jerome David Salinger. The narration is simple- the language all the more so, splattered liberally with swear words and american slang. The mood of the protagonist is the same throughout- always humiliated and ridiculed, with strange notions and ideas. The characters are interesting too. And the way the narration starts and abruptly ends- i found it really interesting.
Well, that sort of somehow sums up my lazy ways. Of course, i am going to start a new book in short order and am not looking forward to it too much. But i'll have to conquer my demons. That book is also an interesting one, though it didn't appeal much to me in my undergrad days. Well, since i'll have to do it, i'll do it. That book is titled 'Harrison's Principles of Internal Medicine'.[:(]. Wish me luck!
Tuesday, 22 July 2008
Pichle Saat Dinon Me
"meri laundry ka ek bill
ik aadhi padhi novel
ek ladki ka phone number
mere kaam ka ek paper
mere, taash se heart ka king
mera, ik chaandi ka ring
pichhle saat dinon mein maine khoya
kabhi khud pe hansa main,
aur
kabhi khud pe roya
present mili ek ghadi
pyaari thi mujhe badi
mary jane ka ek packet
meri denim ki jacket
do one-day match ke passes
mere naye naye sunglasses
pichhle saat dinon mein maine khoya
kabhi khud pe hansa main,
aur
kabhi khud pe roya
kaise, bhoolun, saatva jo din aaya
kisi ne, tumse, ik party mein milwaaya
kaisa, pal tha, jis pal maine tumko pehli baar dekha tha
hum jo mile pehli baar
maine jaanaa kya hai pyaar
maine hosh bhi khoya dil bhi khoya
kabhi khud pe hansa main,
aur
kabhi khud pe roya
maine pichhle saat dino mein
ye sab hai, khoya..."
Lyrics from the upcoming movie Rock on sung by Farhan Akhtar. The last seven days of my life were, in fact, quite similar to the situation described above. Thats why i related almost instantaneously to this song when i heard it. Not the actual merchandise, but i lost some big bucks, my peace of mind and my heart too...
The only difference??? Pichle saat dinon me maine ye sab hai khoya
lekin
bahut kuch hai paaya...
ik aadhi padhi novel
ek ladki ka phone number
mere kaam ka ek paper
mere, taash se heart ka king
mera, ik chaandi ka ring
pichhle saat dinon mein maine khoya
kabhi khud pe hansa main,
aur
kabhi khud pe roya
present mili ek ghadi
pyaari thi mujhe badi
mary jane ka ek packet
meri denim ki jacket
do one-day match ke passes
mere naye naye sunglasses
pichhle saat dinon mein maine khoya
kabhi khud pe hansa main,
aur
kabhi khud pe roya
kaise, bhoolun, saatva jo din aaya
kisi ne, tumse, ik party mein milwaaya
kaisa, pal tha, jis pal maine tumko pehli baar dekha tha
hum jo mile pehli baar
maine jaanaa kya hai pyaar
maine hosh bhi khoya dil bhi khoya
kabhi khud pe hansa main,
aur
kabhi khud pe roya
maine pichhle saat dino mein
ye sab hai, khoya..."
Lyrics from the upcoming movie Rock on sung by Farhan Akhtar. The last seven days of my life were, in fact, quite similar to the situation described above. Thats why i related almost instantaneously to this song when i heard it. Not the actual merchandise, but i lost some big bucks, my peace of mind and my heart too...
The only difference??? Pichle saat dinon me maine ye sab hai khoya
lekin
bahut kuch hai paaya...
Friday, 18 July 2008
Random Ravings
I have lived the last seven days of life in small bursts. Akin to ripples in a pond formed as a result of a stone being thrown in, the ripples subsiding and a long wait for still another stone. While life was more or less stagnant, the ripples created quite a hulchul, maybe for a lifetime...
In between all those boring moments- another of those marriages where you are supposed to go, smile, say polite hi's, hellos and thank yous and where you aren't supposed to be enjoying unless you are dead drunk; visiting all those relatives of yours; listening to the non stop chatter of some of your aunts (waiting for a pause in the monologue to slip a word, if necessary, or just nodding your head while perusing a magazine), i discovered the ripples.
One of the ripples was in the form of a 3rd grade Quiz which I attended on my friend's insistence. My mind was already on the plans for the evening after the prelims (being quite sure that we won't qualify), i was surprised when the quizmaster called the Born Idiots to the stage (no points for guessing- that was our team name!). The next three hours were drawn long by that hopeless guy and I predictably, performing in ripples- giving a brilliant answer and confusing my partner for the next one. And we missed out on some big bucks too...
There were other little ripples too like the evening i got dead drunk and was quite unsteady returning home. That resulted in a conscious decision to try and decrease alcohol consumption (that means 'mere blog ka ab bhagwaan hi malik hai'. sometimes i used to write really good pieces when drunk). So, its 6 days and counting...
There were still other ripples that are too private to share on a public site but those ripples are the ones that will probably travel the furthest. How far, i don't know. i'll have to see. And wait.
I just read a great quotation somewhere "If you can't do great things, try doing small things in a great way". Well, i hope these ripples accumulate and cause some real benefit to my life...
In between all those boring moments- another of those marriages where you are supposed to go, smile, say polite hi's, hellos and thank yous and where you aren't supposed to be enjoying unless you are dead drunk; visiting all those relatives of yours; listening to the non stop chatter of some of your aunts (waiting for a pause in the monologue to slip a word, if necessary, or just nodding your head while perusing a magazine), i discovered the ripples.
One of the ripples was in the form of a 3rd grade Quiz which I attended on my friend's insistence. My mind was already on the plans for the evening after the prelims (being quite sure that we won't qualify), i was surprised when the quizmaster called the Born Idiots to the stage (no points for guessing- that was our team name!). The next three hours were drawn long by that hopeless guy and I predictably, performing in ripples- giving a brilliant answer and confusing my partner for the next one. And we missed out on some big bucks too...
There were other little ripples too like the evening i got dead drunk and was quite unsteady returning home. That resulted in a conscious decision to try and decrease alcohol consumption (that means 'mere blog ka ab bhagwaan hi malik hai'. sometimes i used to write really good pieces when drunk). So, its 6 days and counting...
There were still other ripples that are too private to share on a public site but those ripples are the ones that will probably travel the furthest. How far, i don't know. i'll have to see. And wait.
I just read a great quotation somewhere "If you can't do great things, try doing small things in a great way". Well, i hope these ripples accumulate and cause some real benefit to my life...
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
PAPPU CAN'T DANCE. SO WHAT?
So what if Pappu can't dance??? Even I can't dance. And I guess there are a lot many people in this category who can't go through those eyecatching symmetrical movements of the limbs and the body.
Dance, for me, is an expression of the inner joy and exhiliration that I feel, deep down. I can't dance but I try to. Wait a minute! I guess I can and do dance. Only that doesn't come under what the world categorises as 'dance'. If I can simply jump around flailing my arms and enjoying myself (accompanied by music, if possible)and if I feel good and the people around me are feeling good, I won't hesitate and categorise it as dance.That means I have been dancing since my childhood through my college years (i won't forget those MRCs)to the present!!! The thing is to try and do what you can and enjoy it no matter what the world says or feels about it.
So, Pappu, my friend, don't let those mean guys get to you. Enjoy your life the way you enjoy best and dance in the manner you know.I am with you.:)
Dance, for me, is an expression of the inner joy and exhiliration that I feel, deep down. I can't dance but I try to. Wait a minute! I guess I can and do dance. Only that doesn't come under what the world categorises as 'dance'. If I can simply jump around flailing my arms and enjoying myself (accompanied by music, if possible)and if I feel good and the people around me are feeling good, I won't hesitate and categorise it as dance.That means I have been dancing since my childhood through my college years (i won't forget those MRCs)to the present!!! The thing is to try and do what you can and enjoy it no matter what the world says or feels about it.
So, Pappu, my friend, don't let those mean guys get to you. Enjoy your life the way you enjoy best and dance in the manner you know.I am with you.:)
Thursday, 19 June 2008
In Search of a Better Topic
Well, well, well. I am no Arnold Schwarzeneggar and I didn't make any promise about coming back, but here it is - I am back. Back into the big bad cyberworld from which i had to take a forced leave due to the inability of my service provider to keep me connected.And while i huffed and puffed here and there, applying for a new connection with a new company (this is Asom guys, in case u didn't know!- snails move faster here), shouted quite a few times at the supposed call centre executives, had a hard time figuring out the internet settings, the cyberworld had moved along. I felt so out of touch when i came back. My favourite sites were wearing a completely new look, most of my contacts had simply forgotten i was there and i was lost... A quote came back to me out of my past "Anyone who thinks himself indispensable should watch a finger in a bowl of water. When the finger is removed, the water fills the void that was created".
Now, with my aura of indispensibility dispersed, i thought of updating my neglected blog. I wonder if anyone reads all that crap i write (i seem to be mirroring someone, word for word!)except for some of my good friends who seem to go through them and post some ego-boosting comments. But it gives a release to the pent up feelings and emotions deep inside and afterwards i feel better.
Hell! I should probably have got drunk before starting. Its so difficult to express in fluid words what you want to say when you are sober. For that matter, I myself don't know what I am writing. A flight of ideas starts in my brain, reaches a certain point and then changes tracks altogether leaving me confused.
I search for a topic to write. What do I go for this time? Death??? Nah! Thats too depressing, though easier to write about as it brings all your depression and anguish to the fore. Love??? Hmm... Its beautiful but what else would a poor somebody write about something that has been covered from all improbable angles by some (sorry, most, if not all) literary giants? Loneliness??? Thats better felt than described. The political situation??? That always remains the same, only the players change; the only persons benefitting from politics are probably the politicians themselves. Book or movie reviews??? Thats interesting. But i haven't seen any new and interesting movie yet and have been revising some of my old classics- Lord of the Rings, O Jerusalem and now The Deathly Hallows- and these dont need any reviews.
What then? Nothing? Of all the wide array of matter in the world, i have nothing to write about? Well, glancing up at the length of this piece, i have written about something though. I am confused. Nothing? Something? ? ? ?
I'll let you guys decide...
Now, with my aura of indispensibility dispersed, i thought of updating my neglected blog. I wonder if anyone reads all that crap i write (i seem to be mirroring someone, word for word!)except for some of my good friends who seem to go through them and post some ego-boosting comments. But it gives a release to the pent up feelings and emotions deep inside and afterwards i feel better.
Hell! I should probably have got drunk before starting. Its so difficult to express in fluid words what you want to say when you are sober. For that matter, I myself don't know what I am writing. A flight of ideas starts in my brain, reaches a certain point and then changes tracks altogether leaving me confused.
I search for a topic to write. What do I go for this time? Death??? Nah! Thats too depressing, though easier to write about as it brings all your depression and anguish to the fore. Love??? Hmm... Its beautiful but what else would a poor somebody write about something that has been covered from all improbable angles by some (sorry, most, if not all) literary giants? Loneliness??? Thats better felt than described. The political situation??? That always remains the same, only the players change; the only persons benefitting from politics are probably the politicians themselves. Book or movie reviews??? Thats interesting. But i haven't seen any new and interesting movie yet and have been revising some of my old classics- Lord of the Rings, O Jerusalem and now The Deathly Hallows- and these dont need any reviews.
What then? Nothing? Of all the wide array of matter in the world, i have nothing to write about? Well, glancing up at the length of this piece, i have written about something though. I am confused. Nothing? Something? ? ? ?
I'll let you guys decide...
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