I Me Myself

China Travels

2008-10-02T18:12:00.000-07:00

China happened to me last May.....a little late in penning down this...

I reached China ..Beijing airport and was struck by the size of this place....Huge....meticulously planned and designed and completely modern. A new comer like me did not require even to ask once for any directions....you look up and you know where you are and where you have to go.....

I was staying at The Beijing Hotel, Shangri-La, one of the finest and the most expensive places in the commercial district of Beijing. Fabulous place, with all the modern amenities and facilities. A lovely place to stay ....buzzing with activity ...
Bejing, the capital of China, a true capital city of a Country that growing by leaps and bounds. And you can see this in every walk of life here, if you keep your eyes and ear open, you will be amazed with the planning, the focus and ofcourse the sincerity of each and every Chinese citizen to be the best in whatever they do.
I had gone to Silk street twice, as that was one of the closest I could manage after the business meetings. This place is like a haven of shoppers, that had jewellery, toys, garments and apparels, bags, shoes, memontoes, glasses and what not. All of these shops had girls, young girls handling their clientele with immense sincerity as if, if they lose that client their business will close down. It was very striking the way they go selling their wares. You can bargain like 70% of the price told to you at times. But that’s not something which is important., I sensed something else, their basic thirst of growing, their strong urge to better their living, to make an impact in whatever way. Till date I remember Sally, who sold me 2 beautiful Pashmina shawls. The price is immaterial, but her attitude to make a sale was wonderful. I just could not say No to her.
She must have been just 22 or 23 along with her sister, she managed the place so very well. I was impressed just impressed. It was very clear, nothing came easy to them and they had learnt the art of survival. There were many such shops there selling all that you wish to buy
And I couldn’t help reflecting back on the 22-23 year old girls here in India, what do they do? How much of seriousness of life is really within them? Can they survive through such rigourous competition?
The next day, I was capturing some skyscrapers on my camera, that’s when we got stopped by a perky, lively girl, who introduced herself as Kim. She is a student of English in the University. She wanted to speak to us so that she can learn how to speak English!! She considered herself to be poor in English and wanted to talk to us so that she could improve on her language. A little weird is what we thought initially, however her insistences made us agree. She accompanied us to the Shopping mall, all the while communicating with us in English. She told about her family who stayed in a village and she was studying in Beijing. She stayed with her friends and they had setup a Cultural centre that had details on the Chinese culture. She has a boyfriend who was worried for her as she did not turn up to meet him. So he came and met her in the mall, we were introduced to him as friends who are helping her learn English. I was amazed, cos there was a look of devotion in her eyes. It boosted my ego and sametime it made me think about the urge that this young girl has to perfect her English, and make it big in the world. She intends to be a English teacher. She has understood that if she has to grow she needs to learn the language most used in the World. That’s acceptance, which was not visible few years ago. Things are changing rapidly in China and its visible from the basic fabric of the society and such stray instances.
One of more observation, you will never find fat Chinese people, ever thought why? They work very hard and very diligently. No wonder it’s a sleeping dragon and I can’t help wonder what will happen once it awakens?
Infact it did open one of its eye, during the Olympics in August, an extravagant show of youth and power. That was one of the spectacular shows on Earth, what planning and what attention to detail, humankind must not have seen such a thing for years. The power is here to stay and watch out for….Awake Indians or you will be lost

2008-05-06T05:34:00.001-07:00

This is funny business of 'Just Like That'...there are so many things during the day that hit you, and you feel like picking up a thread and delve into it, connect it with other things ,write or express about it. Blogs help the best...however not all is said here...there's always a little residue that stays backs...sticking to the innner part of the mind.
Con_calls......amusing forum for people to come together and identify with voices only, try and figure out how the person is without physically seeing him for many many months. And then one fine day when you see someone, with whom you have spoken only on the phones----perceptions change..the image you have created in your mind..changes drastically. Doesnt it? Then there are high pitches, low pitches, psuedo accents, soft voice, tough guy, 'I will help', ' I am not responsible for anything' 'Its all your problem', 'Why this call altogether' types..always on the call..infact one should be able to pick these ones quickly during these calls.
But this still remains the best way of having meetings across the seas, tech wonder..... :)
Video-Con - Nothing moves....:) We end up staring at the screens with more concentration and are extremely aware of any movements on the screen, any shifty eye, any fiddling....looks shared during a sentence...you need to have a smile on your face while your mind is furious about what has been discussed. Sounds familiar? Then there are the non-avoidable cell rings, vibration modes of cells, clinking of glasses and bangles too at times....or suddenly someone barges into the room during a Webex...totally in control....when suddely he realises he has entered a wrong room and his body language changes immediately...:) and he is gone before you can react to this interruption. The con-call types will differ with Video-con types.....however. I need few more Video-con's to go through this......more next time

Principles of Eagles

2007-08-04T12:03:00.000-07:00

Thought I would share this with you .....Happy Reading

1. Eagles fly alone at high altitude and not with sparrows or with other small birds. No other bird can go to the height of the eagle.When Moses went to commune with God on the mountain, he left the crowd at the foothills. Stay away from sparrows and ravens. Eagles fly with eagles.

2. Eagles have strong vision. They have the ability to focus on something up to five kilometers away. When an eagle sites his prey, he narrows his focus on it and sets out to get it. No matter the obstacle, the eagle will not move his focus from the prey until he grabs it. Have a vision and remain focused no matter what the obstacle and you will succeed.

3. Eagles do not eat dead things. They feed only on fresh prey. Vultures eat dead animals, but eagles will not.Steer clear of outdated and old information. Always do your research well.

4. Eagles love the storm. When clouds gather, the eagles get excited. The eagle uses the storm's winds to lift it higher. Once it finds the wing of the storm, the eagle uses the raging storm to lift him above the clouds. This gives the eagle an opportunity to glide and rest its wings. In the meantime all the other birds hide in the leaves and branches of the trees. We can use the storms of life to rise to greater heights. Achievers relish challenges and use them profitably.

5. The Eagle tests before it trusts. When a female eagle meets a male and they want to mate, she flies down to earth with the male pursing her and she picks a twig. She flies back into the air with the male pursuing her. Once she has reached a height high enough for her, she lets the twig fall to the ground and watches it as it falls. The male chases after the twig. The faster it falls, the faster he chases it. He has to catch it before it falls to the ground. He then brings it back to the female eagle. The female eagle grabs the twig and flies to a higher altitude and then drops the twig for the male to chase. This goes on for hours, with the height increasing until the female eagle is assured that the male eagle has mastered the art of catching the twig which shows commitment. Then and only then, will she allow him to mate with her! Whether in private life or in business, one should test commitment of people intended for partnership.

6. When ready to lay eggs, the female and male eagle identify a place very high on a cliff where no predators can reach. The male flies to earth and picks thorns and lays them on the crevice of the cliff, then flies to earth again to collect twigs which he lays in the intended nest. He flies back to earth and picks thorns laying them on top of the twigs. He flies back to earth and picks soft grass to cover the thorns. When this first layering is complete the male eagle runs back to earth and picks more thorns, lays them on the nest; runs back to get grass it on top of the thorns, then plucks his feathers to complete the nest. The thorns on the outside of the nest protect it from possible intruders. Both male and female eagles participate in raising the eagle family. She lays the eggs and protects them; he builds the nest and hunts. During the time of training the young ones to fly, the mother eagle throws the eaglets out of the nest. Because they are scared, they jump into the nest again. Next, she throws them out and then takes off the soft layers of the nest, leaving the thorns bare. When the scared eaglets again jump into the nest, they are pricked by thorns. Shrieking and bleeding they jump out again this time wondering why the mother and father who love them so much are torturing them. Next, mother eagle pushes them off the cliff into the air. As they shriek in fear, father eagle flies out and catches them up on his back before they fall and brings them back to the cliff. This goes on for sometime until they start flapping their wings. They get excited at this newfound knowledge that they can fly. The preparation of the nest teaches us to prepare for changes;The preparation for the family teaches us that active participation of both partners leads to success;The being pricked by the thorns tells us that sometimes being too comfortable where we are may result into our not experiencing life, not progressing and not learning at all. The thorns of life come to teach us that we need to grow, get out of the nest and love on. We may not know it but the seemingly comfortable and safe haven may have thorns. The people who love us do not let us languish in sloth but push us hard to grow and prosper. Even in their seemingly bad actions they have good intentions for us.

7. When an Eagle grows old, his feathers become weak and cannot take him as fast as he should. When he feels weak and about to die, he retires to a place far away in the rocks. While there, he plucks out every feather on his body until he is completely bare. He stays in this hiding place until he has grown new feathers, then he can come out.

We occasionally need to shed off old habits and items that burden us without adding to our lives....... ..

Review - Tuesdays with Morrie.

2007-03-25T06:38:00.001-07:00

When I picked this book first, I recollected someone mentioning it to me, on one of the online book groups. I had another book in my hand, Mckinsey Way…and was tempted to pick it up since it was a weekend and had some time on hands. But well…..Morrie ruled..somewhere my gut feel said..read this book first and thus I had this little book of 192 pages in my bag, and a wish to finish it in a day. Saturday dawned and the book reading commenced.
Morrie Shwartz, a teacher by profession. Mitchell Blom, known as Mitch by his teacher Morrie. The teacher diagnosed with ALS and fighting what slow death brings. A book on death and life, and the triumph of life. Death is certain, it’s the only certain thing in a human’s life and still we run away from it, abhor it, fear it. Accept that death is to happen and then see the change in your life, your conduct with others, your relations with others and yourself. This is what is the book all about. And it says in a language easy to understand and relate to. 192 pages; hard to put down or un-put-downable, written by the student of his teacher.
The book surrounds the fight to live, determination to live. A first hand true story narrated by Mitch. You cannot read and understand this book if you are not sensitive to human relations. At times, especially when you reach the middle portion, it becomes a bit of monotony. You may put down the book, but hang on, read it till the end.
Giving a little gist, the student starts visiting his teacher after many years of running around behind success and a fast life. A mention of Morrie on the television grabs his attention and deports him to his school days. He is already guilty of not keeping in touch with his teacher who had asked him to do so on his graduation day. Incidentally, Mitch had gifted his teacher a leather briefcase with his initials embossed on them and Morrie had liked it immensely.
Mitch visits Morrie and finds his healthy full of life teacher in a bad condition. Thus starts their conversation on life and things we need to know in life. Every reader can relate to this, at some point in time in everyone’s life, one experiences life in its reality and choices to be made.
You will savor it and remember it for all your life. They talk about the world, regrets, emotions, death, fear of aging, love, dreams, work, marriage, culture, forgiveness, and a perfect day.
ALS is a disease that hits your muscles and it brings slow painful death. You lose your legs, limbs and slowly it hits your lungs and you cannot breathe. Stephen Hawking suffers from the same disease and is a live example of willpower, determination and grit to live. Morrie became a live textbook for all the people around him. The narration of the book is simple to follow with little flashbacks wherever the author has felt pertinent.
This is interesting, I just remembered, Choice was picked just like that, with no background to it at all. ‘Choice’ by Og Mandino. Another fantastic book on dreams and life. Then the title and the cover page color had appealed to me. This time the name Morrie appealed, half expecting a story of a girl, more of a romantic interlude that ends on a sad note. But this book turned out to be different, a bit of preaching but needed and worth possessing one. Recommended. Must read.

Lifts and Thoughts

2007-03-20T05:01:00.001-07:00

Lifts, closed door ones…not the glass door lifts that allow you to look down while you rise or look up while you fall. I am talking here about the steel frame lifts.....Very interesting places to find people, meet up or just read them(sounds unnerving?) and at times remember them..:)The first Lift song, if I have my hindi movies information accurate….”Mere Jeevan Sathi Pyaar Kiye jaaa”, it really had caught up with the youngsters then with Vasu and Sapna in the lift!!!!Lifts seem to be the most used structures around…with a quality of taking you up and down many times in a day. Ever noticed, the moment the lift door opens, few rush in as soon as possible, few as if there haste will speed up their ascend/descend. The Early Adopters..Then there are few who enter to stop the doors from closing on faces, hands, bags, strings..etc etc. The Nurturers. And there are those who lag behind the crowd, self assured, confident, who enter and try to squeeze in the place that’s available. The Laggards.The huge door closes and each one of the lift travellers, after pressing their floor choice start looking at the lift floor status, mostly a “red’ panel or at times a ‘green’ depending on the make of these steel frames. Real mammoth structures with responsibility of carrying people up and down. These stares at the panels, most of the times are just pre-occupied stares with millions of things running up and down in the mind of what is to unravel once the lift stops. Or somethings that have occured just before the lift started. The lifts at times end up with so many people squeezing in, grunting and still maintaining their 'island' status amongst the crowd. At times..one experiences the idle chatter that takes place in the lifts, especially between young giggly girls, group of friends, and women!!!! And the topics are at times really interesting......Lifts in hospitals are dreary, with wheelchairs, the depressing air hanging heavily in the enclosure, the smell of spirit, medicines, forlorn looks, lost hopes. There are those days when these same lifts witness hope rising, a silver line amongst the clouds, a smile bought back on a pained face or a child jumping up and down with the first 'lift' experience, a mother caressing her baby and lost in those little eyes.At times a good place to catch up on the gossip in the office, or take a sneak peek at someone interesting just standing opposite to you. All kinds of smells, aftershaves, perfumes linger in these structures for few minutes. Lifts can also give you those little moments much needed before a meeting. To compose yourself, to keep out the butterflies from your tummy…or to touch up a little powder on a nicely chiseled face. They at times are also witness to some few precious moments of a couple.....Well well….lifts can be boon or bane..its the way you see it.Do these lifts have a mind of their own? Do they speak….express? what will they say? Or will they not say anything?

Lifts and Thoughts

2007-03-20T05:01:00.000-07:00

Birthdays

2007-02-02T00:31:00.000-08:00

Birthdays are special always, be at any age. They have to be that way and people around you make them special by their little and subtle ways of care and affection. Birthdays remind me of family get-togethers, friends, gifts distributed in school days.

In school, we had an unwritten code of distributing chocolates’ to all our classmates. Some of the well-off guys and girls distributed gifts as well to everyone. And these gifts used to vary from pencils, pencils with a head gear, erasers, sharpeners, rulers and that was once a novelty at that age. It was fun in its own way.

I always remember distributing chocolates’ to all my classmates and a bunch of them for my class teacher…(these used to be given with the best of the smiles and my starry eyes depicted the sweet li’l girl inside me...:)) Dad used to get those packets of chocolates the previous day and I could sense the celebrations starting in my mind already. Various brands did the rounds over the school going years. Ravalgaon with their flat and square shapes in colored wrappers, then Ravalgaon hard boiled confectionary in fruit flavours, then came the Parle Melody followed by Eclairs. And to think today the amount of choclates consumed then!! There were a few adventurous things available..Lollipops-most liked and adored by all of us. But now that I reminisce about them, I am able to recollect that somehow these colored Lollipops were considered unhygienic and hence I never gave them away on my birthdays. But did get a few of them though. Infact the subject is about to get digressed from this point since its all chocolates that are being mentioned here. Some other time a special mention only on chocolates. Coming back to Birthdays…….

Then the whole day used to just glide smoothly with cards and wishes overflowing. Special attention from all your friends; especially all those who used to be snooty on other normal days!!! We were allowed to dress up this day and Gosh!!! What a display of clothes and colors…..ribbons, belts, flowers, jhumkaas and what not. It was a lot of fanfare then. Now that I look back on all that, it seems ages ago and a different era altogether. Time has flown past at jet speed.

At times we (gang of girls, atleast 25 of them) threw parties at our places and the fun we had was amazing!!! Food, movies, gossips, boys, affairs…ha ha ha. That was life then. It always fun being in only girls club!!

Evenings were quite peaceful with the whole day’s download given to Mom, cards shown across to all in the family. At times we also had a family get-together with cousins, aunts, uncles are converging, meeting and eating.

Something that’s a part of a traditional Maharashtrian family, there used to be and still is the custom of Oukshaan. I look forward to it immensely still; it’s such a humbling and a touching experience. All thoughts converge at that point in time when I see the lamp lit in mom’s hands, the arti thaali, Mom handing over to me my gifts (at times something small, or a dress or a nice earring, at times just some monies). Whatever it is, I didn’t expect any thing from her…except her blessings and she has been always very generous in that respect. Infact last year it was very very touching!!! The hand that she keeps on my back is most needed, the strength that flows and the assurance that flows from her is difficult to be described here in words.

Well…well…sentimental stuff indeed. But that’s the highlight of my birthday’s…and they are always seeked and looked forward to. And I sense this to be remaining forever.

Reviews : Ladies Coupe-Anita Nair

2006-10-24T06:34:00.000-07:00

I chanced upon this book in office library when I was searching for something different to read. On first look, I did not feel like reading it, but then after reading it completely I can say that good sense had prevailed then and I got it issued. It took me somettime to complete it due to my erratic reading schedules.

But its a book that you can read in 2 days, read it, think about the characters in it, try to relate to them understand their psyche, only then will you enjoy it. Its not a light reading at all, has a serious note in it, at times melancholic, at times rebellious. There are quite a few moments in the book that can leave you dumbfounded. The incidents in each women's life in the book can happen to any women, but what you do about it is important, how you emerge a winner in the midst of adversities. Its a very feminine book with strong portrayals of each character, not one of the feminine liberation kinds but straight from the actual experiences. It does not preach, its gives the facts as they are. Hard hitting, blunt in a lot of places, it gives different perspective altogether.The book does not preach, it delivers the facts and leaves it to the reader to judge the events as they are.

5 strong feminine characters, their lives narrated in a language befiitting their existence. The writer can transcend you to each woman's environment when telling her story. The reader can visualise the surroundings of all that has happened with each woman in her life. Akhila, Janaki, Mariakolanthu, Sheela and Prabha Devi are the central characters in this book. The ladies coupe of a train bound to Kanyakumari finds these women thrown in proximity and the tales start unfolding. Very Indian premise of the book.

Good read. I would recommend all those who are into serious reading.
Books are an experience in themselves and they have to be savoured till the last word.

By Nithya Anantham on Orkut

2006-10-24T06:31:00.000-07:00

I believe in a smile,
in its sheer power,
I believe in early mornings,
in the beauty of a flower.

I believe in innocence,
because innocence is the key,
to all the great and wonderful things,
that our world could be.

I believe in the wind,
in sunshine after the rain,
That joy is around the corner,
after every hurt or pain.

I believe in love,
in the comfort that it gives,
In knowing that in someone's heart,
your memory always lives.

I believe in purity of the spirit,
I believe in life,
and everything thats in it... :-)

------From the Net-------Silence

2006-09-17T08:03:00.000-07:00

Have you ever experienced a moment in your life when ........
you just ran out of words and you go... s i l e n t ....

Let me assist you in recalling...

.. the moment when you left your home for the first time and you look
back at your parents who are worried that their son/daughter are leaving them yet happy that their child took the first step towards independence.

... the moment when the girl/boy you like most.. smiled back at you! You don't say anything.. you just smile back..

... the moment when you sit alone in your room after having told
everyone that you cleared that exam you prepared for 6 months!!

You can go on remembering your "special" moments! I had always wondered

Why I never said anything to myself at those moments.. as if it was
"understood"... happiness, joy, pain.. all feelings just flowed
ceaselessly in the 'years' that passed in those flash moments!

They say.. the best way to communicate is through "silence". Love. Joy. Grief. Surprise. Anger. Hope. Expectations.

Can you imagine the importance of a silent moment in a song?? When Bryan
Adams stops for a while along with music, before he goes on in his husky voice...... Please forgive me. I cant stop loving you!

Ever had those moments when you thought you were tired enough that you reach for your bed after dinner.. but find yourself wide awake looking at the roof of your room silently...

But you sure are 'thinking'... those moments of self-talk are the most important in our lives. Those moments when we listen to our own hearts!

Those promises... those decisions... those are the moments when we make our destinies!

Next time you go silent... listen carefully to what your heart is
saying..

listen to its joy...listen to its pain..listen to its fears.. listen to its desires.. Dont make it shut up and go off to sleep... LISTEN TO THAT VOICE and ACCEPT EVERYTHING IT SAYS! That voice alone can lead you to the abode of peace that your sleep lacks... peace that awaits you!

Be in touch with your true self... be silent once a day, every day!

"The Deepest Feeling Shows Itself In complete Silence"

Rain Rains and Rainss

2006-08-07T10:53:00.000-07:00

Rains, I just can't over with them. I have written about it, thought about it, have had the raindrops dance on my hands, and still enjoy it with the same fervour and enthusiasm. Like a child, a new toy beckoning to play, I am easily distracted by the pitter patter of the rains, the amazing smell of Earth on the First rains..(no perfumery in the world has ben able to replicate this heavenly smell).
Its not just the first rains, but the rains after that too and after that....the white sheet of the heavens unfolding in full splendour, making you bow down your head to its enormous strength and consistency. It makes you alive and refreshed and rejuvenated to live life as it comes. (pretty cliche...:))
I have seen rains on beaches, in jungles, on hills, on forts, in colonies, in eyes of people, in the li'l hands of children with paper boats, on lakes, on terraces, in boat, on treks, on flowers, on the spider webs with the droplets glistening like diamantes, on my hands, in raincoats, and promenades, on the cocunut tree leaves, in the poems of poets, oh yes the quintessential hindi cinema...:) .....and everytime it has its different hues, tones, feelings, romanticism, its carelessness, it wilderness.

Every new day in rains, is a new day actually.
There have been so many articles, compositions, poems, essays, analysis, scientific papers, paintings, movies, songs...list is endless.. But have we been able to capture the essence of Rains in totality? In science, in feeling, in life, in birth? No. Is that so simple and easy? Does it need to be captured or just accepted and enjoyed and surrender yourself to its enormity and find anew meaning in life??
For the nature always has its own different ways of unfolding its fury, its love, its life saving mandates on us.

As if its a part of my life, an integral part of my life, and still therz so much that remains to be said, to be felt. This shall always remain..the thirst of the Earth after a raging summer.
(to be continued......)

Time of the day

2006-05-15T01:44:00.000-07:00

You Are Noon

You are upbeat, ambitious, and never at loss for energy.

You have a lot that drives you in life. The desire to be the best, and a secret hope of fame and power.

And while you definitely have a Type A personality, you are still fun to be around.

You have a ton of charisma and a genuine interest in others. You are adored by many.

What Time Of Day Are You?

"Likes to dunk his glucose biscuits into his tea" and Sunday Afternoons

2005-12-11T04:22:00.000-08:00

"Likes to dunk his glucose biscuits into his tea" and Sunday Afternoons

Read this phrase, and it instantly sprang up feelings and memories of dunking biscuits in tea,and the lingering tate of a good cuppa of tea..the quintessential adrak waali chaai.
I actually pulled myself from the bed on this lazy sunday afternoon after a good read of TOI and all its readable articels for the day, to make this great cuppa of tea...and yes I did not forget to pick my 'glucose biscuits' to 'dunk them in my tea.".:).whata phrase!!

I love these lazy afternoons of Sunday esp after you have settled in with a good lunch, a very homely lunch and have eaten like a dog!! helped mom clean up, trying to catch a movie on any of the channels but dissapointed to find that the movie shown is actually been shown numerous times already. Lying on the bed with a newspaper; mostly TOI, all the articles right from Cover story to Jug to Bacchi to De, Rajghataa,Swamii and the feel-good articles ..oh yes the Bejan's
H'Scopes ending up with Garfield and now the Mirror; or a fiction book with a thriller plot with its twist and turns...my day is made.I just cherish all those afternoons spent this way.

Coming back....Not everyone can conjure up the exact phrases for what's exactly in your mind and what you experience. I mean it hit me so much that I am actually writing this while dunking my .......:). I have this habit for along time now, but never did really went ahead of "Dipping
biscuits in tea"!! And i loooove this phrase( Love said in teh way Saif says it in Hum Tum, remember that??)

Hats off to this great man of Sahitya Sahvaas of making India proud and Indians exult at the Capital. All the pages written on him are well written, with no excess media hype thats so rampant in the stupidiest news floating around for newsmaking sake.What hit me most or rather what makes a mention here is the one phrase that starts this topic (So down to earth, so very much human)his prankster attitude and his unfettered search for excellence.
He is truly a great man in this era. Lage Raho Sachin.....Thanks to Anjali for being with him all the time.
Adding here, I felt Arjun's eyes were ditto Sachin's, sharp and Black(Not sure about the color cos the photo I saw is in B&W, but the way he 'looks' in that shot is very similar to Sachin's 'looks')

Btw..ever tried actualli dunking your biscuits in tea..well there can be variants in this too.And few parameters too that can be varied as per your tastes

1.Dunking 1 biscuit at a time (n njoying its journey ahead with a sip of good warm tea that does not burn your taste buds, but makes you feel warm, mind you the tea should be sweet )
2. Dunking 2 biscuits....believe its a mouthful and a very different experience.
3. Try 3...be careful of not making your mouth look like a toddlers mouth.
4.Use different varieties of good glucose biscuits

But at the end what wins is the Parle-G...yummylicious.I have this collegeau and a friend who jus loves this and who taught me this!!She has the capacity of dunking a complete pack of ParleG's or Tigers with a huge cuppa of tea.

So, Cheers and enjoy your sunday with dunking and drinking......and stories of more centuries to cheer for.

Keep smiling

What is it?

2005-09-09T01:06:00.000-07:00

Melancholy, a cocoonish feeling (new word)...something like you are holding yourself very tightly. Not wanting your mind to react to things happening around and still in the midst of all the happenings. One of the states of mind. Observing, aceepting, understanding what's coming towards you. At times comparing your current status. Stimulating few instances in your mind and reading your mind of its reactions, mind plays games with you and make you play them too.
Why am i writing this? Feels better when thoughts are written in decipherable words.
Feelings become thoughts, thoughts become beliefs, beliefs becomes words, words become actions and actions breed habits. This seems to be going in the mind since yesterday.

There are times when a few things, instincts about any specific thing strike my mind just for a nanosecond and then are gone. I have realized that if I listen to these instincts or whatever one can call them,I seem to make a headway in that specific area. Happens with me a lot of times, but i can force my mind to get instincts or the gut feeling. It just happens.

Then there are time whn i feel oh so strongly about something and it does not happen....so much for my arrogance..:)

Whatever, its being said a lot many times, Listen to what your mind says to you and you will be successful. Succesful in terms of what, on basis of what? The parameters laid down by you or somebody else? Successful as in getting things done right the first time or materialistically or spiritually.

At the end it depends all on who you are? and how much you have discoverd yourself in your quest for yourself.

Morning - Unified theory

2005-09-04T20:42:00.000-07:00

Early monday morning and me already here...:). Seems this habit becoming addictive...
New day..new week with festivities beginning. All the more reason for celebration and joy. Apart from it lots more happening around. I tend to become philosposhical or atleast a bit smug whenever i sit to write down,,,,blog or paper. I somehow dont like it, cos i end up saying or rather writing what i dont want to and all that I want to remains...unsaid.
Want to write on freedom, as an expression, as a feeling, as the ultimate end of everything.
There is this theory of Einstein....Unified theory of everything...it encompasses everything in the universe...every small thing that you can think of in the whole of the universe and relate it in some way or other....amazing.
Does it happen with all those who write.....wherein you tend to go in a simialr direction of thoughts whatever topic you write on.....totally different topics and you tend to end up on the same thought/value/belief. Its always at the back of the mind andI feel an uncanny resemblance in this....not able to pinpoint it very accurately but yes its there. Writing on anything and this Unified theory.
Not read this theory though......

Well, time to go now....office awaits..:)

Change

2005-09-02T03:41:00.000-07:00

The most constant thing around. Ironical aint it?
But it teaches you a lot, makes you strong in character. Its that force that can make you or break you..
You stand to be evaluated as a person, judged on your values, beliefs, your confidence. On the whole YOU. Sounds unnerving.....But these are testing times and one learns if one keeps ones eyes open, mind open for new things even if they do not seem right at the first instant.
What made me write this?
All that is happening around....Mood around is uncertain, ambiguous.

Inspirational...Good words

2005-01-18T22:08:00.000-08:00

If you can keep your head
when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Another Day

2005-01-18T19:43:00.000-08:00

Life tends to be so mechanical ...same roads, same buses, same faces....same thoughts.....same inferences at times too.
Is this what is called as Life? Or am I consoling myself, yes this is life...the day has dawned on a very low note.....me wants to remain quiet, silent...passive would be the better word here. This is not me, then who is me? The effervescent, bubbly, always smiling, witty, nasty at times, person? Or are these all adjectives that get stuck to you because sometimes you are like that......

Today..its diffreent...smthing back of the mind..nagging me a lot..somethings not proper, not fine..or is it jus a wave of hunch...Y do i feel lost...on a long trail nowhere to go......

The mind revels in the vortex of grief
rolling over the events of the past
leaving behind a wiff of pain
and an existence of non-being

something stopped somewhere, without a hint
me running with a desire within
the days leave me without much to do
and a mind that never stops to do.....

Who M I

2005-01-04T20:37:00.000-08:00

Its Me......Yadnya...or is it just a name in a maze of names.....or a label that I shall carry with me...till the end??

Where do I start...How do I start?
Been sometime, created this space...on the web...yet to give full justice to it though...