Just few days ago, our company CEO send us some stress busters ideas. It was a relief for some of us, coz its very rare that a CEO send such kind of mails. Anyway, when I was reading that mail it become obvious that life was not hectic or a stress thing for me, but rather its me or us that making our life a "torrid affair'.
I think that life is going just on a slow patch, just slow not steady. I just want to get out of it quick, or maybe I just want a magic wand be with me so that i can be of helpful,to somebody or else others that matters. But its not going that way , rather being a absolute Christian, its a fool thought to convey these matters. At the same time if we look at the world's propoganda, it just says, live it!
Do you think that you are really living ! Living for a cause? Living for what?
Sentiments do hamper people but at this solidarity point, it just bugs me , to the fullset. Hope or wishes just pushes me to the limit .
Yes , I am beginning to feel that life has been and was and might be monotonous all the time.......
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Fireflies in the Garden
There are movies that just make you realise where you are, that reaches your heart or touches you . These movie did touch me, in one or more way. I simply watch these movie because of Julia Roberts, but then I feel lucky that I have watched these movie because I learnt something from these movie. Its quite parralel to my own life.
Its a story about a dominating father(Charles) , a mother ( Lisa), son (Michael), daughter ( Rhyne), Lisa's younger sister Jane. The movie starts with young Michael make to walk home in the rain by his father, which solidifies his stranded relationship with his father . Later, again he was punished because he falsely claimed to have written something ,which was a copy of somebody's poem. These episodes really ignite the hatred for the son to his father, which was sometime repaiermended and comforted by Lisa and Jane.
Later after twenty years, when they met again for family reunion, they lost Lisa in an accident, then the movie paces on. I mean ,there is nothing new set of story in these movie but the light just shone their, I simply care for the kind of truce or forgiveness that Michael undertook .
Its a story about a dominating father(Charles) , a mother ( Lisa), son (Michael), daughter ( Rhyne), Lisa's younger sister Jane. The movie starts with young Michael make to walk home in the rain by his father, which solidifies his stranded relationship with his father . Later, again he was punished because he falsely claimed to have written something ,which was a copy of somebody's poem. These episodes really ignite the hatred for the son to his father, which was sometime repaiermended and comforted by Lisa and Jane.
Later after twenty years, when they met again for family reunion, they lost Lisa in an accident, then the movie paces on. I mean ,there is nothing new set of story in these movie but the light just shone their, I simply care for the kind of truce or forgiveness that Michael undertook .
Friday, March 27, 2009
Did you ever knew that you were here..
Sometimes, we human being tend to characterize every thing that we tend to forget we are doing our own assassination, I mean characteristically. There comes a time ,when you think that you have reach a point where at least you can remain steady for a moment ,but then it just get engulf away , away through various channels.
I have been a championing in these particular phrase "love marriage', by supporting my fellow friends and near ones, at the same time, these days I tend to realize that you don't just assume and go forth . You need certain speed breakers to make yourself aware that you are not driving at a great speed. I mean ,take me, I am 25, single, working, life is delicious for me, but at the same time with the walk of life and things going around my backyard , I tend to think of many things that generally a youth would do.But then ,it arose a question of "responsibility' or kind of "commitment" which just makes me realize that I am not in these kind of horizon.
to be contd..
I have been a championing in these particular phrase "love marriage', by supporting my fellow friends and near ones, at the same time, these days I tend to realize that you don't just assume and go forth . You need certain speed breakers to make yourself aware that you are not driving at a great speed. I mean ,take me, I am 25, single, working, life is delicious for me, but at the same time with the walk of life and things going around my backyard , I tend to think of many things that generally a youth would do.But then ,it arose a question of "responsibility' or kind of "commitment" which just makes me realize that I am not in these kind of horizon.
to be contd..
How can it be happening
when things like these happen, you wail
Images, memories still lingers on you
Days you had, fun you enjoy..
those were still memories now echoed as distant memories
Days when you really think that you were in wonderland
Now, you no more are the person you used to be
Blissful, were you now torn apart by those memories
things which you regret to happen just happened
those universal truths just occur twice
Makes you yonder again and again
lest you never walk that time alone
Days when you turn violet,green and blue
Now you remain just a pale image of those time
Overshadowed by those vivid images that you
tend to unfurl it away, which you can't
Questions arise, temples of thoughts awake
but can't help these mystique blues of life?
Have you ever been overshadowed by the myriad dreams..
when things like these happen, you wail
Images, memories still lingers on you
Days you had, fun you enjoy..
those were still memories now echoed as distant memories
Days when you really think that you were in wonderland
Now, you no more are the person you used to be
Blissful, were you now torn apart by those memories
things which you regret to happen just happened
those universal truths just occur twice
Makes you yonder again and again
lest you never walk that time alone
Days when you turn violet,green and blue
Now you remain just a pale image of those time
Overshadowed by those vivid images that you
tend to unfurl it away, which you can't
Questions arise, temples of thoughts awake
but can't help these mystique blues of life?
Have you ever been overshadowed by the myriad dreams..
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
A day on train .....from south to north
People say lifei s a journey and on these faithful journey, we got to see and observe lot and lot of things that were worth to mention, observe and reflect on .
I want to quote Stevenson's 'those woods are lovely but I still have miles to go ....' indeed it was an experience of my lifetime when i boarded these faithful ' Sampark Kranti Express ' from Banglore to Delhi, this week. I got to feel the real taste of India .. There was these Aunty( we call her dadi but she says she is not old enough to be dadi...so she is called aunty )from Punjab settled in Banglore, and there was Arindam from secunderabd ( bengali babu) , Hitesh ( marwari from hyderabad), Ardik ( nagpur) studying in bangalore, zeenat ( from aligarh now settled in dubai),kishore ( bangalorean )then myself and lisa .Any way, there at this faithful journey that God had bestowed on us, we discussed , talked, chat, gossip everything, anything that comes from our mouth.. and believe you me , the two nights that we spend on the train were worrth, right from insurgency in north east states to the cultures there, we talked about food habits in south india, how it is different from north india , the night life in dubai to the ttype of lifestyle in nagpur ,how the roads were in bangalore to how the girls are trated in dubai , how the newly wedded woman cope up with new life to how a saas behave with her bahu to how a cross culture relationship survives or is going to survive, by the way we all comprise of different age groups ( 15 - 70) an we all gel well, except that on the first night we have had to face some bullying from punjabi aunty, yes we were made to standstll for hours coz she doesn't allow us to occupy her sit, finally on the next morning ,we were saved from her wretch by one mulla uncle( oops i forget to mention him, by the way there were an old aged couple from bangalore to nagpur)who dares to stop her, but still being very vocal as you know old women ( i didn't mean these to women folks ,ok) she was adamant ..."kyu haat lagaya , mere saman ko , apni ma baap ne shikhaya nahi... oh! all those bhasans she gave , that she nwarly killed ardik from her vocal tratment coz poor ardik didn't have anything ,so she started tormenting her like are you on budget? are you on diet? you should have told me ,i could have share my food with you ? did you inform your parents to cook food for you / all these nonsense make him nauseated. And on first night to you should have seen the fun of chit chating , me with ardik, lisa with arindam, zeenat with the marwari guy...all of us grossed with nonsense and sensible talk till the wee hours ( sorry for my co passengers who had to bear our talks .)of early morning , and by four o clock our mulla uncle offer his namaz ,by five o clock punjabi aunty started her kirtan ..guess how the other people might have suffer on our bogey, my heartiest apologies to all of them. And, that was the first night , but the second night was of more fun , zeenat was frusrated with her marriage and poor me, as i am a late sleeper had to face her frustrations , whole night i was listening to her woes or her so called stories ....But nevertheless , it was a journey of lifetime . For the first time, i came across cross culture in person from south, east ,west and north.. sharing our foods ,thoughts ideas and many other things,, it just occurs to me that India is indeed unity in diversity, irrespective of taunts that we use to get from those third class or uncderclass citizens , there are still sections of people whom we can interact and continue our dialogues.
Finally, and not the least , I want to end these by saying that we always try to marginalise people when in real its not like that. We should be more forward and open to others so that we can communicate others well , gel well with them.
I want to quote Stevenson's 'those woods are lovely but I still have miles to go ....' indeed it was an experience of my lifetime when i boarded these faithful ' Sampark Kranti Express ' from Banglore to Delhi, this week. I got to feel the real taste of India .. There was these Aunty( we call her dadi but she says she is not old enough to be dadi...so she is called aunty )from Punjab settled in Banglore, and there was Arindam from secunderabd ( bengali babu) , Hitesh ( marwari from hyderabad), Ardik ( nagpur) studying in bangalore, zeenat ( from aligarh now settled in dubai),kishore ( bangalorean )then myself and lisa .Any way, there at this faithful journey that God had bestowed on us, we discussed , talked, chat, gossip everything, anything that comes from our mouth.. and believe you me , the two nights that we spend on the train were worrth, right from insurgency in north east states to the cultures there, we talked about food habits in south india, how it is different from north india , the night life in dubai to the ttype of lifestyle in nagpur ,how the roads were in bangalore to how the girls are trated in dubai , how the newly wedded woman cope up with new life to how a saas behave with her bahu to how a cross culture relationship survives or is going to survive, by the way we all comprise of different age groups ( 15 - 70) an we all gel well, except that on the first night we have had to face some bullying from punjabi aunty, yes we were made to standstll for hours coz she doesn't allow us to occupy her sit, finally on the next morning ,we were saved from her wretch by one mulla uncle( oops i forget to mention him, by the way there were an old aged couple from bangalore to nagpur)who dares to stop her, but still being very vocal as you know old women ( i didn't mean these to women folks ,ok) she was adamant ..."kyu haat lagaya , mere saman ko , apni ma baap ne shikhaya nahi... oh! all those bhasans she gave , that she nwarly killed ardik from her vocal tratment coz poor ardik didn't have anything ,so she started tormenting her like are you on budget? are you on diet? you should have told me ,i could have share my food with you ? did you inform your parents to cook food for you / all these nonsense make him nauseated. And on first night to you should have seen the fun of chit chating , me with ardik, lisa with arindam, zeenat with the marwari guy...all of us grossed with nonsense and sensible talk till the wee hours ( sorry for my co passengers who had to bear our talks .)of early morning , and by four o clock our mulla uncle offer his namaz ,by five o clock punjabi aunty started her kirtan ..guess how the other people might have suffer on our bogey, my heartiest apologies to all of them. And, that was the first night , but the second night was of more fun , zeenat was frusrated with her marriage and poor me, as i am a late sleeper had to face her frustrations , whole night i was listening to her woes or her so called stories ....But nevertheless , it was a journey of lifetime . For the first time, i came across cross culture in person from south, east ,west and north.. sharing our foods ,thoughts ideas and many other things,, it just occurs to me that India is indeed unity in diversity, irrespective of taunts that we use to get from those third class or uncderclass citizens , there are still sections of people whom we can interact and continue our dialogues.
Finally, and not the least , I want to end these by saying that we always try to marginalise people when in real its not like that. We should be more forward and open to others so that we can communicate others well , gel well with them.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
LOVE ...21ST CENTURY
One fine day, out of nowhere , a thought just arises out of my mind. Now I don’t know whether its my curiosity or my insecureness, but whatever I just asked my friend ( one of my best friend) that HOW DOES ONE FIND ITSELF IN LOVE ? I was expecting many romantic kind of answers , very touchy lyrical sort of answers, coz I myself was just wandering in these phase, but his answers stumped me . His answer was very simple , Love according to him was when a boy meets a girl and it ends when they had sex. It ends when they had sex....what an uncanny answer ,I nearly vomit myself. Ever in my world did I ever thought of these , I mean my friend has just corrupted these powerful word LOVE into some kind of infatuation. The bible clearly indicates that Love is from God ( 1 John 4:8) .With due course, if we opened our Bible ,the book of Genesis clearly mentioned “ created in the image of God”.
Now ,circa 21st century I wondered where these thoughts has vapourised. Yes ,clearly and statistically I want to be in love, by the way I have been in Love, in relationship, but these thought never come to my mind “ sex”. By the way, I want to remind again that by expressing such things, I am not trying to be over spiritual nor religious , every person has his/her own rights to express love , but not to these level of sexual love. Come fall in love, be in love , but don’t think of just sex.. please refrain yourself, can’t you just wait for that ultimate day!
Now ,circa 21st century I wondered where these thoughts has vapourised. Yes ,clearly and statistically I want to be in love, by the way I have been in Love, in relationship, but these thought never come to my mind “ sex”. By the way, I want to remind again that by expressing such things, I am not trying to be over spiritual nor religious , every person has his/her own rights to express love , but not to these level of sexual love. Come fall in love, be in love , but don’t think of just sex.. please refrain yourself, can’t you just wait for that ultimate day!
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Life's uncertainities.......never ever plan anything...
Never ever plan anything in detail, if it gets haywire ,I bet you will get lost,crazy ,mad whatever! It happens to me that I am writing here now, 21st November 2008 is red letter day for me, coz i did something which i can't do for the last six years. I thought that I will share my happiest day of the year with someone special ,whom I adore, in fact I chalked out everything, right from the venue to the time to the ambience everything was set in tone. Finally when the time ticks it was not that as I was expected , I had to change the venue ,change the time , suprisingly, thanks to my ALMIGHTY GOD, the place was perfect ,it was a candle-light dinner, the air was cool very cool ,I had to brave the November winds to wait for my special guest, that I started our dinner with hot lemonade !!! way to start men...
I was shivering ,not with joy but with cold, coz i never knew and thought that I would have an open candle-light dinner, but thanks to those November winds ,our conversation flow makes us warm our hearts, which caries on for the next three hours that we didn't realise it was about to be midnight. Had my guest not glance the watch, I think we could have jusst spend the night or we could be kick out from the place..
Everything was then just as what as it doesn't seems so ...but but those moments were priceless.
You never knew whats there ahead? You can't just think so, nor glimpse so. Its always uncertain.
I came with a what next? but I return back with what if ?
I was shivering ,not with joy but with cold, coz i never knew and thought that I would have an open candle-light dinner, but thanks to those November winds ,our conversation flow makes us warm our hearts, which caries on for the next three hours that we didn't realise it was about to be midnight. Had my guest not glance the watch, I think we could have jusst spend the night or we could be kick out from the place..
Everything was then just as what as it doesn't seems so ...but but those moments were priceless.
You never knew whats there ahead? You can't just think so, nor glimpse so. Its always uncertain.
I came with a what next? but I return back with what if ?
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