I can feel thin air splitting my wet hair. Dawn has never felt purer. The grim crimson skies are melting into bright and gay orange-yellow setting free the first rays of dawn.
I am listening to one of the compositions of my peers. The medley swings from Hindistani to Carnatic to Jazz. I can hear waters flowing in the background. The notes have trancsended me from where I am to where I never knew I could go.
As the waters build from gentle droplets to thickets of rain,the music gets wilder.The flowing voice sinks and soars to unimaginable bounds onto infinite degrees of freedom and madness. Effervescent with passion and composure, voices and instruments send pulses of joy through the senses and the soul.
Is it classic or classical? Who can deny that art is as much a realisation for the audience as much as it is for the artist....
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Theyr graduating
There is this huge stadium filled with people chattering. More than half of 'em have a black gown on them. The sweltering Summer heat doesnt bog their spirits down. I see proud faces of parents and such faces galore. Its graduation day as usual and yet another milestone cleared for so many.
I wonder what its like to see your own kid grow up to acheieve something you always dreamed of. I have mostly seen it happen the other way round. The former is yet to happen from my perspective....
Children have a mind like that of a blank page and happen to be written into, by their surroundings and aspects of strong influence. Most certainly parents act as bars of reference.I have observed that a great percentage of where a person's character emerges from, depends on his thoughts and hence the nature of up bringing.
Having worked in the Neuro science department for quite sometime, living has become synonymous of learning,thoughts, execution and not to forget 'The Brain' in perspective for me.
So many of my peers around here are jumping companies, winding up grad school,dating,married, some planning to head back to India, and some have their head so deeply buried in their Laptop/PC that they cant perceive a world beyond.
Its funny how people take off from the same platform and perceive and make life differently everytime.
Why are weekend mornings so reflective? Is it me thinking or thoughts haunting me.....
I wonder what its like to see your own kid grow up to acheieve something you always dreamed of. I have mostly seen it happen the other way round. The former is yet to happen from my perspective....
Children have a mind like that of a blank page and happen to be written into, by their surroundings and aspects of strong influence. Most certainly parents act as bars of reference.I have observed that a great percentage of where a person's character emerges from, depends on his thoughts and hence the nature of up bringing.
Having worked in the Neuro science department for quite sometime, living has become synonymous of learning,thoughts, execution and not to forget 'The Brain' in perspective for me.
So many of my peers around here are jumping companies, winding up grad school,dating,married, some planning to head back to India, and some have their head so deeply buried in their Laptop/PC that they cant perceive a world beyond.
Its funny how people take off from the same platform and perceive and make life differently everytime.
Why are weekend mornings so reflective? Is it me thinking or thoughts haunting me.....
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
breathless!
its been a productive day so far. my nerve ends jangling with work pressure though. guess its time for a break.
am listening to shankar mahadevan's breathless.sitting calmly and listening to him on headphones is such a deception to all the energy and passion his song is inducing in me.
i recall noticing him a couple of times during his early days,a little before he entered the spotlight of the glam world. his performances with zakir hussain and indo-jazz music team were memorable.a great veena player and fairly well versed in carnatic and hindustani classical.
he may not be rahmanic or RD burmanic as a trend setter in composing music, but he has class, freshness and style.
in live shows he is absolutely electrifying. an immensely rich vocalist.at one point it is hard to tell him from his song. he melts and blends into the song like he is pulsing its tunes and rythms.
im all breathless in absolute stillness!
am listening to shankar mahadevan's breathless.sitting calmly and listening to him on headphones is such a deception to all the energy and passion his song is inducing in me.
i recall noticing him a couple of times during his early days,a little before he entered the spotlight of the glam world. his performances with zakir hussain and indo-jazz music team were memorable.a great veena player and fairly well versed in carnatic and hindustani classical.
he may not be rahmanic or RD burmanic as a trend setter in composing music, but he has class, freshness and style.
in live shows he is absolutely electrifying. an immensely rich vocalist.at one point it is hard to tell him from his song. he melts and blends into the song like he is pulsing its tunes and rythms.
im all breathless in absolute stillness!
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Satttaday!
Its been quite a while since I woke up so early on a Saturday morning. Unable to decide whether its another week day or a weekend. I'm thankful for the sun's rays caressing my cheeks,hitting my eyes ,peeking into my soul and whispering,"Wake up, you have shut off the snooze 4 times already!!".
Well its so hard really , to wake up and get out. I'm blessed with a huge and wide window creating enigmatic patterns in the sky through the wildly swaying branches and opening its chest out into the open sky. What more this sight causes me to sing my heart out every day and thank God for the sunshine which wishes me a fresh and crisp'Good morning!'. Not that this really helps me get out of bed early at the first ring of the alarm.
Its the craziest thing to get up in the morning and listen to my-favorite list and scare a roomie who walks into my room ,half-awake, and I look like an apparition to her with all my hair-helter-skelter.It's fun ,just for kicks you know! And I'm sipping bed-tea provided by her. I'm so lucky God dropped her into my apartment.
I'm all smiles...what a weekend beginning. I'm sure the schedule next week is kind of getting my muscles active.I can seriously feel it. Ok! me out of bed.
Well its so hard really , to wake up and get out. I'm blessed with a huge and wide window creating enigmatic patterns in the sky through the wildly swaying branches and opening its chest out into the open sky. What more this sight causes me to sing my heart out every day and thank God for the sunshine which wishes me a fresh and crisp'Good morning!'. Not that this really helps me get out of bed early at the first ring of the alarm.
Its the craziest thing to get up in the morning and listen to my-favorite list and scare a roomie who walks into my room ,half-awake, and I look like an apparition to her with all my hair-helter-skelter.It's fun ,just for kicks you know! And I'm sipping bed-tea provided by her. I'm so lucky God dropped her into my apartment.
I'm all smiles...what a weekend beginning. I'm sure the schedule next week is kind of getting my muscles active.I can seriously feel it. Ok! me out of bed.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Ufff oh!
Teeth chattering in -10 degrees and feet slipping on melting ice....mann...its winter .After all the deliberation its here finally..
Valentine's day seems to have overflown from 14 th on to several days...the street corner couples still seem to flaunt girlish pink and passionate red...
Just got over my back ache from skiing and snow tubing...the splintering snow flakes hitting my ears get me to smile. I dont think anyone ever hit the snow as many times with a thud in so short a time as I proudly claim to have!
I do feel the layers of adipose mounting gently reminding me of all those feasts on cheese I have had lately...I rem'r a coupla trips to the gym and several rainchecks...uff ohh!
Girlishh giggles keep surfacing between womanly smiles....looks like I am finally growing up..
Life is Happenin....Happhazard....and Happy....yap yap yap...:P
Valentine's day seems to have overflown from 14 th on to several days...the street corner couples still seem to flaunt girlish pink and passionate red...
Just got over my back ache from skiing and snow tubing...the splintering snow flakes hitting my ears get me to smile. I dont think anyone ever hit the snow as many times with a thud in so short a time as I proudly claim to have!
I do feel the layers of adipose mounting gently reminding me of all those feasts on cheese I have had lately...I rem'r a coupla trips to the gym and several rainchecks...uff ohh!
Girlishh giggles keep surfacing between womanly smiles....looks like I am finally growing up..
Life is Happenin....Happhazard....and Happy....yap yap yap...:P
Thursday, January 19, 2006
The Hardest Mile
I have about 6.5 Kgs on my back. The waist pouch has about a few hundred dollars along with my boarding pass to London and eventually Philly. A hand bag hangs on my left arm.
I walk five steps and halt and resume this pattern. The immigration checking never seems to get done. I find it hard to frame my family and loved ones waving to me from the the visitors section, since they are so far away and the queue is moving.
As I approach the Immigration desk all their expressive faces out there seem to disappear from the fairly readable to the illegible. My heart seems to be sinking into a bottomless well....like I am losing some part of me.
I want to be able to clear the Immigration check as soon as I can but I am trying to slow down that I may not lose sight of the people trying to catch sight of me standing on their toes and letting me know they are there for me, come what may.
Happy memories ring the bells of joy but the pains of departure pour in torrents.
The walk across the Immigration line has been the 'Hardest mile of my life'....
I walk five steps and halt and resume this pattern. The immigration checking never seems to get done. I find it hard to frame my family and loved ones waving to me from the the visitors section, since they are so far away and the queue is moving.
As I approach the Immigration desk all their expressive faces out there seem to disappear from the fairly readable to the illegible. My heart seems to be sinking into a bottomless well....like I am losing some part of me.
I want to be able to clear the Immigration check as soon as I can but I am trying to slow down that I may not lose sight of the people trying to catch sight of me standing on their toes and letting me know they are there for me, come what may.
Happy memories ring the bells of joy but the pains of departure pour in torrents.
The walk across the Immigration line has been the 'Hardest mile of my life'....
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Bangalore as I perceive
Slurrrpp!! amazing crisp masala dosais, easily accessible and refreshing filter coffee, evening chat centers....this is 'Namma Bangaluru'.
Fly-overs, multiplexes, multi-ethnic clothes swarming the malls and style signatures made by pretty damsels all over MG Road and Commercial streets. The slow moving traffic has increased PQ--> Patience quotient among people although their HQ--> Health quotient seems to have deteriorated a bit.
Good ol' Bangalore is changing a part for good and part bad. After two long years when I just started merging with the colors on the canavas of Bangalore life , I hear about this terrorist attack in IISc. Gosh! I had worked here just a week ago. And I was probably travelling around IISc a little before the attack happened.
The rumours of serial/parallel blasts planned ofcourse have been revealed before hand. Thanks to all people involved in this effort.
The IT industry has made so much difference in clogging brain drain. I never imagined that it would be a major cause in the cross-over phenomenon. Well,non resident Indians, the merger of bollywood-hollywood spectra, and students going abroad for higher studies have made the world such a small place overriding intercltural, cross-continental barriers.
The magnitude of changes I am seeing never cease to amaze me. I still hope to think these changes will keep surprising me as pleasantly as they have been...
Fly-overs, multiplexes, multi-ethnic clothes swarming the malls and style signatures made by pretty damsels all over MG Road and Commercial streets. The slow moving traffic has increased PQ--> Patience quotient among people although their HQ--> Health quotient seems to have deteriorated a bit.
Good ol' Bangalore is changing a part for good and part bad. After two long years when I just started merging with the colors on the canavas of Bangalore life , I hear about this terrorist attack in IISc. Gosh! I had worked here just a week ago. And I was probably travelling around IISc a little before the attack happened.
The rumours of serial/parallel blasts planned ofcourse have been revealed before hand. Thanks to all people involved in this effort.
The IT industry has made so much difference in clogging brain drain. I never imagined that it would be a major cause in the cross-over phenomenon. Well,non resident Indians, the merger of bollywood-hollywood spectra, and students going abroad for higher studies have made the world such a small place overriding intercltural, cross-continental barriers.
The magnitude of changes I am seeing never cease to amaze me. I still hope to think these changes will keep surprising me as pleasantly as they have been...
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Its time now...
Its time now to go to back where I belong.I feel like a child, I feel like a woman....going back home after a reallieee long time could be as beautiful as painful as it can get.
The beautiful part needs no description, the painful part is something which cannot fit into words.
My mind is getting torn between the past,present, future and all the spaces between them. I need just bout two seconds for my heart to race. I am living and breathing excitement, expectations and fear. Tears dont fear barricades...wonder if I can hold them!
Is there anything more overwhelming than going back to where you belong? I'm still in a daze..
The beautiful part needs no description, the painful part is something which cannot fit into words.
My mind is getting torn between the past,present, future and all the spaces between them. I need just bout two seconds for my heart to race. I am living and breathing excitement, expectations and fear. Tears dont fear barricades...wonder if I can hold them!
Is there anything more overwhelming than going back to where you belong? I'm still in a daze..
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
well...
stress test,heart rate variability, depression, hectic life style,..chronic heart failure....gawdd!! these are the terms I keep reading for my term paper..
well! I sometimes wonder the deadlines being so tight I might as well end up being a sample of study
I think I can run an engine with the amount of steam in my head...lord help!!
well! I sometimes wonder the deadlines being so tight I might as well end up being a sample of study
I think I can run an engine with the amount of steam in my head...lord help!!
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
funny lill paradox
Theres a time when you have so many meaningful things occupying your life and you dont hav time to think about them...
And then there is a time when you have all the time in the world to think and life seems still,meaningless and stagnant.
Life could be all about striking a balance between them or atleast the effort is worth it...
And then there is a time when you have all the time in the world to think and life seems still,meaningless and stagnant.
Life could be all about striking a balance between them or atleast the effort is worth it...
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Just finished another innings
There were like bout 20 ppl in my house. I was helping my pals with cooking and serving. I was collecting a coupla gifts too.
I saw a few new faces. Most of them kept to business i.e., eating the food and sipping coke. Some of them even shook hands with me, but most of them were busy.
Then the clock struck and I had to cut the cake. I warned every body that if even the smallest piece of cake touched my face I'd kil 'em all and go to jail. Well, they agreed not to waste the cake.
Then when the clock struck 12 they put a whole cup of sour cream on my face and clarified that they had kept their word.
I hardly got to eat my favorite cake 'Tiramasu' and the party was over. Some of them came in ,ate, drank and left and forgot to wish me on my B'day.
Hehe well, I like straight forward people who keep to their business.
I saw a few new faces. Most of them kept to business i.e., eating the food and sipping coke. Some of them even shook hands with me, but most of them were busy.
Then the clock struck and I had to cut the cake. I warned every body that if even the smallest piece of cake touched my face I'd kil 'em all and go to jail. Well, they agreed not to waste the cake.
Then when the clock struck 12 they put a whole cup of sour cream on my face and clarified that they had kept their word.
I hardly got to eat my favorite cake 'Tiramasu' and the party was over. Some of them came in ,ate, drank and left and forgot to wish me on my B'day.
Hehe well, I like straight forward people who keep to their business.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Back to square Fall
Fall it is and so is Fall...apart that I feel a surge of nostalgia that the season brings along with itself...
Its been two years now all blown off my feet in a jiffy. Feels like I have stayed still and things around me changed without even seeking my opinon or knowing what I want.
I have changed I must say,quite a bit, adapting and eroding to the changes in and around me. Thats the magic of winds of change. They touch you as much as you want them to.
I see new faces on campus...some hopeful,some scared and lonely and some a bit of both. I see myself in them...as I was two years ago. Life has been as good to me as I deserved.
I see people falling on and off the pages of my personal diary. A very good few many stay on. I have no complaints. I know my dear pal,well called as Almighty has big plans and all this is a small twist and turn in his roadmap.
Well, be it all and be it mighty!
What matters is that I have stayed on with myself as he oversees me....
Its been two years now all blown off my feet in a jiffy. Feels like I have stayed still and things around me changed without even seeking my opinon or knowing what I want.
I have changed I must say,quite a bit, adapting and eroding to the changes in and around me. Thats the magic of winds of change. They touch you as much as you want them to.
I see new faces on campus...some hopeful,some scared and lonely and some a bit of both. I see myself in them...as I was two years ago. Life has been as good to me as I deserved.
I see people falling on and off the pages of my personal diary. A very good few many stay on. I have no complaints. I know my dear pal,well called as Almighty has big plans and all this is a small twist and turn in his roadmap.
Well, be it all and be it mighty!
What matters is that I have stayed on with myself as he oversees me....
Friday, October 28, 2005
Back to blogging :)
Its been ages since I have posted a blog. I felt a volcano of creative desires dormant in me...I must admit blogging has been a good way of steaming out my thoughts..
If I could write in air and let it stay the world around me would be crowded with clouds of thoughts and rain in emotions..
Look outside the window...thers lovely foliage bathing in green,brown,red and delicate saffron fading into yellow...and the leaves rejoicing in the breeze touching their bodies..
Ohh how I love 'fall'!
..the best part of my life would be all the 'fall chapters' of the calender of my lifetime...no matter what my personal/professional life be, as I step out into the open air I feel like things are just as perfect as they could get.....
If I could write in air and let it stay the world around me would be crowded with clouds of thoughts and rain in emotions..
Look outside the window...thers lovely foliage bathing in green,brown,red and delicate saffron fading into yellow...and the leaves rejoicing in the breeze touching their bodies..
Ohh how I love 'fall'!
..the best part of my life would be all the 'fall chapters' of the calender of my lifetime...no matter what my personal/professional life be, as I step out into the open air I feel like things are just as perfect as they could get.....
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Rendezvous
I gaze through the winds......youthful serene clouds adorned in satin blues...where are they headed to?
The lush lawns seem endless leaving me smitten....the eyes are hungry for more and more....as the delicate spotless blankets of grass change colors with the overcast clouds , is this heaven or earth?
Am I imagining or dreaming? Mother Nature at her fullest expression....Is she mesmerizing me...Cant be so perfect,can it? I'm savoring it all with every sense God ever gave me...
The sun shies away from this beauty behind the clouds....and his arrogance blends into the mild,cool crisp rays as if it caused the skies to blush in pink saffron....and people around me call it evening,for me its beauty in infinity...
That was Virginia .... God you blessed me this weeked, with this unforgettable rendevous with nature..
Am I dreaming, please dont wake me up!
The lush lawns seem endless leaving me smitten....the eyes are hungry for more and more....as the delicate spotless blankets of grass change colors with the overcast clouds , is this heaven or earth?
Am I imagining or dreaming? Mother Nature at her fullest expression....Is she mesmerizing me...Cant be so perfect,can it? I'm savoring it all with every sense God ever gave me...
The sun shies away from this beauty behind the clouds....and his arrogance blends into the mild,cool crisp rays as if it caused the skies to blush in pink saffron....and people around me call it evening,for me its beauty in infinity...
That was Virginia .... God you blessed me this weeked, with this unforgettable rendevous with nature..
Am I dreaming, please dont wake me up!
Thursday, August 25, 2005
sMiLeS
I sleep like a baby and smile...warm smiles...they keep surfacing like the gentle waves on the ocean bed...wiping away the old sand as it brings it back again to the shore....
Is it the warm touch my mom put me to sleep with or papa's tender voice....smiles
That old old crush who seems so stupid now ages later when I meet him ....smiles...
My first stage performance where I did my own steps in a group dance ...smiles...
That day i walked up to my prof and screamed he was wrong....and today I know I was all wrong....and remember the way he subsided his giggles...smiles...
All those days when I lied to my parents and spent my time on rehearsals...smiles..
Those moments when the other person thought me to be stupid and tried to impress me while I dissected her/him cleanly ....smiles...
When I give a naughty smile in a serious discussion (was remembering a joke)and suddenly the speaker forgot his/her lines...smiles...
Jeez I have the most important meeting of my life tomorrow...I'm supposed to night out ...Bloody...**** some one kick me out of my comforter!!!
Is it the warm touch my mom put me to sleep with or papa's tender voice....smiles
That old old crush who seems so stupid now ages later when I meet him ....smiles...
My first stage performance where I did my own steps in a group dance ...smiles...
That day i walked up to my prof and screamed he was wrong....and today I know I was all wrong....and remember the way he subsided his giggles...smiles...
All those days when I lied to my parents and spent my time on rehearsals...smiles..
Those moments when the other person thought me to be stupid and tried to impress me while I dissected her/him cleanly ....smiles...
When I give a naughty smile in a serious discussion (was remembering a joke)and suddenly the speaker forgot his/her lines...smiles...
Jeez I have the most important meeting of my life tomorrow...I'm supposed to night out ...Bloody...**** some one kick me out of my comforter!!!
Monday, August 15, 2005
Dil Chahta Hai
The winds are splitting my hair as they touch my cheeks. I'm looking outside from the Hyundai Santro I'm in,and enjoying the privilige of a pillion rider. There is Dil Chahta Hai(DCH) playing in the background.
As every song plays, it sprays across my eyes a million thoughts and memories. I am yet to think of a movie so thoroughly refreshing as DCH.The first time I watched the movie, that was about 4-5 years ago, I kept wondering what the title of the movie had to do with the story. Ofcourse I have watched the movie whenever I could,a dozen times or over. Everything about the movie : be it the dialogue,background score or even the backdrop say,is thoroughly etched along the aisles of my mind.
I know its too late to write a review for this movie...but some things get fresher and fresher as you revisit them. This movie is one such and I can surely claim it. The base of the movie spans so many aspects of life that almost anyone and everyone can relate to it.
Akash,Sameer and Sidh...well, I could choose to be any of them in real life. Akash for his keen sense of sarcasm,humour and carefree nature. Sameer for being so confused in life that he got his friends to care for him hopelessly and Sidh ofcourse, for the way he let his heart rule his mind...
Preity,Sonali and Dimple neither over/underplayed their characters, which kept the focus of the movie on the main track.
Every song was suitably introduced and the locations and sets were absolutely appropriate. Shades of blue dominated .Who can forget the awesome lyrics by Javed Akthar. I think he is at his pristine best in Tanhayee...'Ab tootey khwabon key sheeshey chubthey hain in aankhon main'......I'd die or kill for that statement
Well,I now can somewhat see why its called Dil Chahta Hai and people fondly rem'r it to be so. The movie makes you look at what your heart desires. Be it as a boy/girl ,a man/woman or father/mother...and the so-called unnamed slots on the peg board of life...the desires of the heart have been pictured as clearly as the theme of the movie could..
Sitting on a broken wall, staring into the ocean ahead , three friends share an unspoken bondage of their minds, hearts, bodies ...and probably a lifetime. May be thats what Dil Chahta Hai is all about and ....I still keep wondering and wandering
As every song plays, it sprays across my eyes a million thoughts and memories. I am yet to think of a movie so thoroughly refreshing as DCH.The first time I watched the movie, that was about 4-5 years ago, I kept wondering what the title of the movie had to do with the story. Ofcourse I have watched the movie whenever I could,a dozen times or over. Everything about the movie : be it the dialogue,background score or even the backdrop say,is thoroughly etched along the aisles of my mind.
I know its too late to write a review for this movie...but some things get fresher and fresher as you revisit them. This movie is one such and I can surely claim it. The base of the movie spans so many aspects of life that almost anyone and everyone can relate to it.
Akash,Sameer and Sidh...well, I could choose to be any of them in real life. Akash for his keen sense of sarcasm,humour and carefree nature. Sameer for being so confused in life that he got his friends to care for him hopelessly and Sidh ofcourse, for the way he let his heart rule his mind...
Preity,Sonali and Dimple neither over/underplayed their characters, which kept the focus of the movie on the main track.
Every song was suitably introduced and the locations and sets were absolutely appropriate. Shades of blue dominated .Who can forget the awesome lyrics by Javed Akthar. I think he is at his pristine best in Tanhayee...'Ab tootey khwabon key sheeshey chubthey hain in aankhon main'......I'd die or kill for that statement
Well,I now can somewhat see why its called Dil Chahta Hai and people fondly rem'r it to be so. The movie makes you look at what your heart desires. Be it as a boy/girl ,a man/woman or father/mother...and the so-called unnamed slots on the peg board of life...the desires of the heart have been pictured as clearly as the theme of the movie could..
Sitting on a broken wall, staring into the ocean ahead , three friends share an unspoken bondage of their minds, hearts, bodies ...and probably a lifetime. May be thats what Dil Chahta Hai is all about and ....I still keep wondering and wandering
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Trickling down my cheeks
I feel thes droplets trickling down my cheeks..
....I see them on my palm and smile..
And I think awhile...
Is it passion or pain?
For all the feelings I sustain...
I save them in my heart...nearly
They are mine and mine alone,so very dearly..
Happy or sad , I dont care
Its life...Oh dear life..I 'm aware ...
I feel thes droplets trickling down my cheeks..
....I see them on my palm and smile..
And I think awhile...
Is it passion or pain?
For all the feelings I sustain...
I save them in my heart...nearly
They are mine and mine alone,so very dearly..
Happy or sad , I dont care
Its life...Oh dear life..I 'm aware ...
I feel thes droplets trickling down my cheeks..
Monday, July 25, 2005
Caught between noise and spaces
Most of the day has flown like bursts of wind....adorned with spaces of silence. Are these thoughts or noises cluttering my mind. A silent man could be witholding a storm and you'd never know when he'd break!
Well ofcourse its not my thoughts coz I'm living amidst noise everywhere...the music, or TV or the machines buzzing by on and off....its all tampering with the stillness in the ear...
Basically life is noisy anyway....we need a break and we watch a movie or go out...and thats noise again....or we listen to music and its noise again...or we read...and thoughts noisy again..
Noise here is anything as opposed to the stillness of the mind and inner tranquility....
I wish I could feel so much at peace with myself that all noise would turn into pleasant blankness...within me...
So I come out of my workplace and sit in the lawn welcoming the medical college gates...pleasant sharp sun rays make way into the earth between the grass blades...the breeze so careful as not to disturb the music of silence....I sit here and feel the stability which Mother Earth infects me..
Here I am fresh again and ready to take on the world...its wonderous how a mother's touch could heal without words or medicines..!
Well ofcourse its not my thoughts coz I'm living amidst noise everywhere...the music, or TV or the machines buzzing by on and off....its all tampering with the stillness in the ear...
Basically life is noisy anyway....we need a break and we watch a movie or go out...and thats noise again....or we listen to music and its noise again...or we read...and thoughts noisy again..
Noise here is anything as opposed to the stillness of the mind and inner tranquility....
I wish I could feel so much at peace with myself that all noise would turn into pleasant blankness...within me...
So I come out of my workplace and sit in the lawn welcoming the medical college gates...pleasant sharp sun rays make way into the earth between the grass blades...the breeze so careful as not to disturb the music of silence....I sit here and feel the stability which Mother Earth infects me..
Here I am fresh again and ready to take on the world...its wonderous how a mother's touch could heal without words or medicines..!
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
giggles
Warm, hot and humid...thats how I felt at 8 in the morning....here goes the saying,"Whether its the early bird or late....its the same fate...get roasted!!"
Another summer day.....and my skin shimmeringly brown now ... am I the same skin conscious person who I was back in India? It doesnt matter anymore how much cream I have on my skin . I know I am getting darker day by day and ,"Mirror mirror on the wall fair or dark, its ME afterall".
Work seems to have stuck at an eternal glitch. I hav done enough philosophizing now and nothing seems to get me the output...ofcourse there has been some kind of hard work as well (giggles)
Shuttupp and get back to wrk CHILD WOMAN!! Grow upp!!!
Another summer day.....and my skin shimmeringly brown now ... am I the same skin conscious person who I was back in India? It doesnt matter anymore how much cream I have on my skin . I know I am getting darker day by day and ,"Mirror mirror on the wall fair or dark, its ME afterall".
Work seems to have stuck at an eternal glitch. I hav done enough philosophizing now and nothing seems to get me the output...ofcourse there has been some kind of hard work as well (giggles)
Shuttupp and get back to wrk CHILD WOMAN!! Grow upp!!!
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Inspiration
Yet another day...so mundane. I booked tickets to India. Finished cooking...plannin to start my wrk. Things hav been slow yet steady, lately....like the sand dunes moving to the orchestra of winds...knowing yet not knowing their direction of journey....
My friend used to say..." We are like the ants on the back of an elephant. We try to move south and think it our direction of life..whilst the elephant may be heading north."
I close my eyes to connect to myself and I feel the inspiration driving me day and night. Life is nothing without inspiration. Some of us find it inside, some look for it elsewhere....
The fragrance of a flower cannot be seen,yet it heralds its existance. And I think that our inspirations are driving us towards the cause of our existance....yet they r not quite evident
We r all so quite bogged by the small upheavals in our path of life.We should probably follow the light of inspiration...then,all we see is the sky and the so-called obstacles vanish.
My friend used to say..." We are like the ants on the back of an elephant. We try to move south and think it our direction of life..whilst the elephant may be heading north."
I close my eyes to connect to myself and I feel the inspiration driving me day and night. Life is nothing without inspiration. Some of us find it inside, some look for it elsewhere....
The fragrance of a flower cannot be seen,yet it heralds its existance. And I think that our inspirations are driving us towards the cause of our existance....yet they r not quite evident
We r all so quite bogged by the small upheavals in our path of life.We should probably follow the light of inspiration...then,all we see is the sky and the so-called obstacles vanish.
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