Sunday, May 23, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
'You wasted Life , why won't you waste the afterlife'
There present among the six billion souls are people whose souls are darkened beyond black. It is a reflection of their thoughts and feelings, that slants more towards, jealosuy, envy, anger, masochistic, sadist, greedy, and selfishness than any villan that you have either read about or seen acting out their malicious thoughts on the halpless protagonist.
There is person I know, whose soul unfortunately is black. I cannot say this now with surety, but I am assured beyond belief that the shade that was once a dark grey, like the dark clouds that crowd the sky during the monsoon season, is now a shade of black, the colour of the midnight sky in the interiors of a forest seen from an abandoned path.
What fazes me is that this does not faze the person. The chinese whispers games that were a part of the idylic, nostalgic innocent filled childhood, has been unfortunately used as a apprentice in the grand scheme of things that not only destroy any peace and serenity that people had achieved once again after banishing this dark presence from their life, but also rather unfortunately brings back the repressed and supressed thoughts and feelings which were best meant to be forgotten.
I quite don't know what to say when a person you have been trying to bar from entering your own private enclosure despite repeated warnings and denials. I am supposed to feel flattered or just hounded by a merciless beast that thinks that this a game, wherein the thrill lies not only in chase but also in the catching of the prey(me).
You had your chance, you had your time, you screwed up that time. Anything that you have said, not said, done or not done is nothing but a painful reminder of the dark soul that you were and are.
You have a chance to renew, but no what do you , you instead resort back to your old favourite game, Chinese whispers, but this time with new participants and boy aren't you getting better with age.
You still wish for me to be a audience to your life. But why in the world would I want that, even to be an audience in your afterlife would be a punishment, since so far you wasted your life, and I am quite sure that you shall be wasting your after life as well.
There is person I know, whose soul unfortunately is black. I cannot say this now with surety, but I am assured beyond belief that the shade that was once a dark grey, like the dark clouds that crowd the sky during the monsoon season, is now a shade of black, the colour of the midnight sky in the interiors of a forest seen from an abandoned path.
What fazes me is that this does not faze the person. The chinese whispers games that were a part of the idylic, nostalgic innocent filled childhood, has been unfortunately used as a apprentice in the grand scheme of things that not only destroy any peace and serenity that people had achieved once again after banishing this dark presence from their life, but also rather unfortunately brings back the repressed and supressed thoughts and feelings which were best meant to be forgotten.
I quite don't know what to say when a person you have been trying to bar from entering your own private enclosure despite repeated warnings and denials. I am supposed to feel flattered or just hounded by a merciless beast that thinks that this a game, wherein the thrill lies not only in chase but also in the catching of the prey(me).
You had your chance, you had your time, you screwed up that time. Anything that you have said, not said, done or not done is nothing but a painful reminder of the dark soul that you were and are.
You have a chance to renew, but no what do you , you instead resort back to your old favourite game, Chinese whispers, but this time with new participants and boy aren't you getting better with age.
You still wish for me to be a audience to your life. But why in the world would I want that, even to be an audience in your afterlife would be a punishment, since so far you wasted your life, and I am quite sure that you shall be wasting your after life as well.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Table for One
The worst thing about celebrating your success is to find that there is no one you can celebrate it with. The felicity of having gotten what you have dreamt, wished and worked towards ever since you realised your calling is just over and beyond mountains happiness.
I was asked to assist my boss, Anirban to edit this book 'The Golden Sacrifice'. Its the Mahabharat from Arjun's point of view. The sheer disbelief and excitement that followed was 'WOW' this is what I had hoped to do when I started my internship her at Random House India and it has finally happened. Though it is the last month of my internship but then hey better late than never right.
But, there wasn't anyone to celebrate it here, no hugs no bear hugs no kisses and pats on the back. All I received from my foster family was the lukewarm and very stoic reaction of 'badiya'. Bless their soul, that is really nice of them, damn but I missed the my family and friends in Bombay. Telling them the good news over the phone and email is not exactly the same on the scale of happiness had it been face to face.
So I celebrated it by myself. My table for one, where books and chocolates were enough for a dinner conversation for my Bombay family who made it in that tiny table that I had booked in honour of my celebration.
It wasn't all that fun as how long can you manage to hold a conversation in your head where you are the only person who is physically present there :-p
But, its okay. Its alright, because I believe every success story big or small should be celebrated with the same zeal that was invested by you when you were trying your very best to achieve it.
So go out, with a smile on your face and a song in your heart. With your most flirty dress and shoes that would want to make a man bow down in front of you. Even if you have to tell the waiter as you enter the restaurant "table for one".
The time you enjoyed wasting, was not wasted
I was asked to assist my boss, Anirban to edit this book 'The Golden Sacrifice'. Its the Mahabharat from Arjun's point of view. The sheer disbelief and excitement that followed was 'WOW' this is what I had hoped to do when I started my internship her at Random House India and it has finally happened. Though it is the last month of my internship but then hey better late than never right.
But, there wasn't anyone to celebrate it here, no hugs no bear hugs no kisses and pats on the back. All I received from my foster family was the lukewarm and very stoic reaction of 'badiya'. Bless their soul, that is really nice of them, damn but I missed the my family and friends in Bombay. Telling them the good news over the phone and email is not exactly the same on the scale of happiness had it been face to face.
So I celebrated it by myself. My table for one, where books and chocolates were enough for a dinner conversation for my Bombay family who made it in that tiny table that I had booked in honour of my celebration.
It wasn't all that fun as how long can you manage to hold a conversation in your head where you are the only person who is physically present there :-p
But, its okay. Its alright, because I believe every success story big or small should be celebrated with the same zeal that was invested by you when you were trying your very best to achieve it.
So go out, with a smile on your face and a song in your heart. With your most flirty dress and shoes that would want to make a man bow down in front of you. Even if you have to tell the waiter as you enter the restaurant "table for one".
The time you enjoyed wasting, was not wasted
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Friends
I have to say from around the world I have the best.
Who love me even when I am all moody and distant,
Without them my life would be over in an instant.
Purple Vidya and yellow Shradha thank you so very much for being in this world and finding me and being the perfect friends that anyone could ever ask for.
The time you enjoyed wasting, was not wasted
The page is blank
I have observed that when you finally get what you have toiled to achieve after a few sweating moments, you have no clue as to what to do with it then.
You either rush through with the sweet success of victory and savour the delicious feeling of achievement or it becomes such a surreal moment you feel sort of cheated with the sense of victory. The worst is when you realise that the whole process wasn't as tough and confusing as finding the beginning of a single spaghetti in a full bowl, rather more like finding a black olive in a garden salad.
There is also the 'Chasing Car' Syndrome as bought to my attention when I was a watching an interview of Gary Lightbody. For the uninitiated he is the lead singer of the alt band Snow Patrol and one of their famous song is Chasing Cars. When asked about the meaning, Gary alluded the phrase to his dad, who mentioned that Gary was like a dog chasing a car when it came to girls. A dog chases a car without the intention of knowing what to do with it once it stops. It stops its chase and barking as soon as the car has slowed down.
According to Gary's dad, that is how Gary was when he came to girls, he would chase them, but when they fell for him, he wouldn't know what to do and would chase another girl.
So, in theory, we all like the thrill of the chase more than achieving the target. Once we get that, our mind becomes a blank page, waiting for someone to write something new for us to chase #
The time you enjoyed wasting, was not wasted
You either rush through with the sweet success of victory and savour the delicious feeling of achievement or it becomes such a surreal moment you feel sort of cheated with the sense of victory. The worst is when you realise that the whole process wasn't as tough and confusing as finding the beginning of a single spaghetti in a full bowl, rather more like finding a black olive in a garden salad.
There is also the 'Chasing Car' Syndrome as bought to my attention when I was a watching an interview of Gary Lightbody. For the uninitiated he is the lead singer of the alt band Snow Patrol and one of their famous song is Chasing Cars. When asked about the meaning, Gary alluded the phrase to his dad, who mentioned that Gary was like a dog chasing a car when it came to girls. A dog chases a car without the intention of knowing what to do with it once it stops. It stops its chase and barking as soon as the car has slowed down.
According to Gary's dad, that is how Gary was when he came to girls, he would chase them, but when they fell for him, he wouldn't know what to do and would chase another girl.
So, in theory, we all like the thrill of the chase more than achieving the target. Once we get that, our mind becomes a blank page, waiting for someone to write something new for us to chase #
The time you enjoyed wasting, was not wasted
Friday, May 7, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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