The Sign

A friend of mine posted a picture of this 'EXIT' signpost she found.

As you can see, below the exit it says 'Live Beyond Yourself

I heard this speaker the other day, he said "Our generation cared only for ourselves and our self promotion, I think you generation seems to want to do a little more than that. " I dunno if its true or not. ( The 'angel' on my shoulder is convinced its true and
the 'devil'; well, is in this position : ROFL ) ( Personally, I think the devil and the angel are inter-changeable, I believe in relativity, no absolute good or bad )

Or is it like the skipping a generation issue? We had the grand nationalistic pride for like 25 years after independence (pre emergency sorta), we had the self serving middle class for the next 25 and we seem to be entering an era where people do seem to care about the country again (Again, Are we? ). Extrapolating, should I expect my kid to be self centred? This is assuming, I am nobel. ( I guess by this time the devil on the shoulder is banging his fist, clutching at his sides and begging me to stop )

Whatever it may be, the sign is powerful. It's not telling you exactly what to do. It allows you to interpret it anyway you want. You might just do that by say, posting a blog about it ( this was not the intention :P ) or making charity a habit or taking out time for your family or simply by not thinking about the 'Faayda' in every decision of your life.

The next exit takes you to 'Living Beyond Yourself'. The best thing about it, it will come time and again. So don't worry, you'll never miss the opportunity to take it.

Take Care

Mailing You

Hey,

I dunno why, I thought I should write you a mail. :)

This won't be long or even have anything to say in particular.
But the thing is I like getting personal mails especially when its to say hi or something insignificant.

Social media is killing inter personal relationships I tell you. When there is something interesting that happens to you, people just want to say it, out there.
I miss getting the mail. Chats give you instant replies, but its never like reading someone's thoughts in a flow.

I think this mail is stemming from the fact that I haven't blogged in a while. But then I don't have the time required to put in a post.
The other day in the metro I thought about writing a political/issue based blog. I seem to be reading so much and in such depth, I however am never supposed to give my opinion on the matter. But those blogs need time. So here I am blabbering. :)

We both seem entangled in this life that we brought upon ourselves. :P
It is my contention that we enjoy it too. So here's too what we seem to want to learn and seem to want to do.
Notice my "seems". Life is uncertain. Why set it in stone?

Anyway. Here's where I sign off.

Take Care You.

Its a little 'Monsoony'

I wish I could take a thousand pictures from the bus today.
Pictures of memories that flashed by looking out of the bus on this rainy day.

Of hot coffee had standing in a coffee shop. Of smiles on my face looking up to catch the rain. Of guilty joy of being drenched while everyone around you ducks for cover.
Of being part of a group of strangers under the orange gulmohor tree. Of smiling at them as if sharing a history. Of hearing the tipper tapper of rain, on the classroom window. Of gleeful childhood plays, making paper boats in the puddles near by.
Of sweet rainy kisses shared away from the watchful eye. Of singing songs which I remember only when it rains. Of looking out of steamy-streamy windows in the car.
Of halted drops on the little flower. Of my blue checked dress under my red raincoat. Of umbrellas pink and black. Of the tiny smile which I have right now.

I wish I could have a picture of them all.

A little memory of the what just flashed by.

Take Care

a universal feeling

Unrequited Love!

According to wikipedia it's a universal feeling, by estimates affecting 98% of all people in their lifetime.

There is such a beautiful longing to it isn't it? It's the reason why so many movies do so well...
We really want the two protagonists to get their happily ever after or die trying. Funny isn't it!

The romanticism about it; it is always a good story. And when you hear about it's triumphs, we usually emote great joy. We like the happy endings...

Somehow even the unhappy endings seem OK, we relate to it at one plane or the other. We understand it and we accept it.

Every love story I hear about, proves to me how we are so human, we strive for personal triumph... Always ready to outshine , compete ; even kill to achieve our goals... but when we fall in love we might even be ready to lose everything we ever worked for.

That I think is the true beauty of nature! Darwinism best explanation....

Survival.... we are after all social creatures... And love is its best explanation!

Take Care


P.S. Don't read too much into this. This happens after a lot of TV Dramas :)

the same story

It started with the song today. Now on the cycle of infinite repeats...

First the joy of the soothing voice and the comfort it provided...

Then like wine getting better with age... its depth struck me!

"What is
This bond between us
That indefinable something?
Where these fates are tied
To make us inseparable? "

How life is linked to me and I am linked to life... Two different entities in this bond whose fate is tied to the future...

"We advance
Over time
In the wind ...

We live day to day
Our desires, our loves
It goes without knowing ..."

How days just pass by with carrying with it like grains of sand in the wind my hopes and desires...

Now me and my life look to tell the same story...


(Inspired by the song La Meme Histoire
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LqdZKhiqWrY&feature=related

Seemingly Insignificant

I just saw the final overs of a match thought to be seeming insignificant. Quite contrary to expectations Ireland beat the might of England (in cricket). This wasn't the way I thought this post would start.

Well, while reading the newspaper today, I realised that it had been almost eight years since the US forces attacked Iraq. It was their war against dictatorship and they thought themselves the messiahs of democracy ( Who cares if the ulterior motive was well, Oil ? ). Then this thought struck me, what if there had been no war on Iraq ? If the people had been so distraught in their homeland, they would have surely revolted last month, inspired by Tunisia and Egypt. They would have started their own Satyagrah, would have become their own messiahs of democracy.

My argument is seemingly insignificant today in that war torn country, just as are now the predictions of the many gurus of cricket who would have been sure that the match would go England's way.

Take Care

Two Posts

So these are a few things that I typed out some time ago on my phone, thinking that I would post them soon. Kinda late now but here are the two posts:

1) I'm Beautiful

I'm reading this book Eva Luna. Had bought it because I thought I should read some classics and this one was based in Argentina ( Deep down, am fascinated by South America, maybe because I know so little of this continent). The protagonist is this girl who decides at 17
that she is beautiful- for the simple reason that she wanted to be. I'm inspired. Its this inner confidence which we all question. We all look for acceptance. For social gratification. For our egos to be soothed.
Won't it be so much simpler to say I'm beautiful.
Anyway we all seek happiness in life. Right?


2) Night Lights and other thoughts

I stepped out for a few moments tonight to close the door and feel the chill of the dark moonless night. At first I was quite blind and then my eyes found the colours of the night. The orange of the horizon that seems to absorb all the cities light, the green and red and blue twinkling of the stars. The dark silhouette of the tree from a distant street light. The many shades of the night so similar and yet so distinctly different. I think a night is but a shade of black. Always there to swallow any darkness around.

Take Care