I booked train tickets worth about eight thousand rupees a few months ago. It seems that someone makes a living by keeping track of internet bookings because
I received a phone call referring to these bookings and offering me the IRCTC card. He explained the benefits such as discounts on ticket fare, points
on tickets booked and waiver of platform ticket. I said I'd think about it and promptly forgot about it once I put the receiver down. But there was a call
almost everyday asking me if their representative could come and meet me. I kept dodging him for a while till I finally lost the will to fight them and
agreed to see their representatives. Remember that until this point the guy on phone was convincing, cajoling and even pleading with me. 'sir, tell me
ANY time that is convenient for you' he'd say. Once I agreed to see their representative I received another call and this time it was a female voice at
the other end. She said she was calling to verify some facts with regard to my application for the IRCTC card.
'Application?' I thought but let it pass and confirmed the details. And then she had the nerve to tell me ‘sir, please make sure you are at home at 3.00
p.m because our rep is coming from far.' 'Really! Please ask him not to bother' should have been my response but I didn't. HUGE mistake! At about 1:30
when I am in the middle of my meal I get a call and a guy tells me that he is from SBI cards and that he is outside my gate.
I let him in and fill the form and give him the address proofs that are needed and then he points out that the space for mobile number is left blank. I
explain that it means that I do not have one. He gives me the kind of look reserved for low lifes who don't have a mobile phone number but gives me a reference
number and leaves.
A day later I get another call. Again the female voice from SBI cards announcing that my card is being processed and she needs some extra information. What
now?
She wants my mobile number! I begin to wonder if this is some kind of prank being played on me, some elaborate plot to unearth my mobile number? Normally
I hate to be rude but this one was begging for it and so I finally tell her that I do not want to share my number with her. And guess what I heard next?
you are not going to believe this but she actually said: “sir, I am sorry, if you do not give us the number your application may be rejected." So I finally
tell her clearly and slowly 'I hate to break this to you sweetheart but you know what, I never wanted it in the first place.' And the line was abruptly
disconnected.I hoped that they would place me on a blacklist - someone no telemarketer should and would ever call. It would be tough but I knew I'd eventually
get over it. Hehehe.
And it felt so good to tell them to take their card and go for a walk. At least I thought that is what I had done. Until... this came in today's post:
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
numbers, they makes me edgy
In the world of small children there are few numbers. I know of a lot of 2 year olds who think ten is a humongous number. Once they have begun to count
up to 10, they begin to think 10 is the end of the number world. I had a cousin whose son used the word ten interchangeably with vast, huge, great or enormous.
When he wanted to refer to something really really BIG he would say ‘It is BIG, 10 BIG’.And he would say that when he is TEN big he would become a policeman.
Of course according to him his father’s age was 10.
This is not just the case with children. Apparently in ancient Hebrew 40 was used to refer to ‘many’. For instance if they said that someone lived up to
40, it doesn’t refer to the exact number 40 but that he lived for many years. Apparently their religious book has a lot of references to the number 40
in the sense of ‘many’.
It is likely that the word for thousand was used in a similar manner in Hindu Myths. Otherwise how could we explain statements such as this :
After a thousand years of pleasure, in which he ruled virtuously, Yayati was sated with lust
At the end of a thousand years of penance to please Brahma, Rāvana cut off his own head and threw it as an oblation into the fire.
King Dasaratha had sixty thousand wives or Rama ruled for many thousand years.
(Sixty thousand wives? if we hazarded a guess about the population levels in his time this might mean that he was married to every woman in his kingdom.)
I am not a great fan of numbers and get nervous when they go beyond 3 digits. While I would be too happy to live in a world where the largest number is
2 or 10 or 40 or 1000, I can tolerate numbers up to say 100 million. This is something I can relate to. But beyond that? I think we should stick to ‘Many’.
For example
A googol is a a large number equal to a 1 with 100 zeros following it. Now of what use is a googol to me? dI cannot visualize it at all.
a googol represents nothing that is available in the universe.
There is really nothing left to count.
We have spanned the universe from its smallest parts to its entirety.
There is nothing that represents a googol in all of Universe!
The large number that can make some sense is
SEPTENVIGINTILLION which 10 to the power of 63 (10 followed by 63 zeros!) is the volume of the Universe in cubic inches.
But it is still useless for me – it is just ‘Many’.
The largest number that I can relate to , as I said before, is 100 million which I think is 10 crores. Someone once showed me the currency notes stacked
in the currency chest of bank and said that there was 10 crores of notes there. And I have seen a vast piece of land which was said to be valued at
10 crores. So I have a fair idea of what 10 crores looks like.
So if someone were to tell me that 10 raised to the power of 78 or QUINVINGTILLION represents the total number of atoms in the universe I would just hear
it as “MANY”. I would not even miss it if one atom lost its way and we had just quinvingtillion minus one atoms. I am rather careless with large numbers
that way. septenvingtillion, quinvingtillion - I am happy to put them all in one box labelled ‘MANY’.
I think there would be less dissatisfaction in the world if we didn’t worry too much about numbers. For instance a guy with 10 crore would not feel poorer
compared to another who has 20 or 50 crores. 10 crore is a huge sum in itself and imagine being unhappy with that! Going by my method they would all be
owners of MUCH money and hence equal.
The other day Shekar Suman ( of movers and shakers fame) made a valid point when he said that the difference between the fastest guy in the world and himself
is just 5 secs.The world’s fastest man can cover 100 m in 9.69 secs and Shekar can do it in about 14.5 secs. Even I can do it in about 30 seconds I think.
What is 21 seconds in our life – just a few winks! Why obsess over such small numbers! Is a person with 99.5% marks less intelligent than another who scored
99.6%. Sounds absurd but that is how we rate people these days.
I personally think there would be a lot more happiness if we did not get too anal about numbers. Imagine arithmetic problems . If the solution to a problem
is 13.46389, we should be able to give an answer of 13 or 14 or many and still get full marks. Imagine how happy that would make students like me!
Don't laugh or call me silly, I can give you examples of some great minds who share similar thoughts:
“Twice two makes four seems to me simply a piece of insolence. Twice two makes four is a pert coxcomb who stands with arms”
--akimbo barring
“I admit that twice two makes four is an excellent thing, but if we are to give everything its due, twice two makes five is sometimes a very charming thing”
--Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky
See! I know a lot of you there are numerically inclined and are even passionate about numbers. Dont get me wrong. I respect numbers too although i'd like to
admire them from a safe distance. Despite being numerically challenged, I have a fair idea of the importance of large numbers or small fractions in scientific
research and calculations, design and development, economics and astronomy and all sciences.
All I am saying is let us be a little relaxed about numbers in our day to day dealings and may be we could all be a little less dissatisfied with our lives
or even be happy.
up to 10, they begin to think 10 is the end of the number world. I had a cousin whose son used the word ten interchangeably with vast, huge, great or enormous.
When he wanted to refer to something really really BIG he would say ‘It is BIG, 10 BIG’.And he would say that when he is TEN big he would become a policeman.
Of course according to him his father’s age was 10.
This is not just the case with children. Apparently in ancient Hebrew 40 was used to refer to ‘many’. For instance if they said that someone lived up to
40, it doesn’t refer to the exact number 40 but that he lived for many years. Apparently their religious book has a lot of references to the number 40
in the sense of ‘many’.
It is likely that the word for thousand was used in a similar manner in Hindu Myths. Otherwise how could we explain statements such as this :
After a thousand years of pleasure, in which he ruled virtuously, Yayati was sated with lust
At the end of a thousand years of penance to please Brahma, Rāvana cut off his own head and threw it as an oblation into the fire.
King Dasaratha had sixty thousand wives or Rama ruled for many thousand years.
(Sixty thousand wives? if we hazarded a guess about the population levels in his time this might mean that he was married to every woman in his kingdom.)
I am not a great fan of numbers and get nervous when they go beyond 3 digits. While I would be too happy to live in a world where the largest number is
2 or 10 or 40 or 1000, I can tolerate numbers up to say 100 million. This is something I can relate to. But beyond that? I think we should stick to ‘Many’.
For example
A googol is a a large number equal to a 1 with 100 zeros following it. Now of what use is a googol to me? dI cannot visualize it at all.
a googol represents nothing that is available in the universe.
There is really nothing left to count.
We have spanned the universe from its smallest parts to its entirety.
There is nothing that represents a googol in all of Universe!
The large number that can make some sense is
SEPTENVIGINTILLION which 10 to the power of 63 (10 followed by 63 zeros!) is the volume of the Universe in cubic inches.
But it is still useless for me – it is just ‘Many’.
The largest number that I can relate to , as I said before, is 100 million which I think is 10 crores. Someone once showed me the currency notes stacked
in the currency chest of bank and said that there was 10 crores of notes there. And I have seen a vast piece of land which was said to be valued at
10 crores. So I have a fair idea of what 10 crores looks like.
So if someone were to tell me that 10 raised to the power of 78 or QUINVINGTILLION represents the total number of atoms in the universe I would just hear
it as “MANY”. I would not even miss it if one atom lost its way and we had just quinvingtillion minus one atoms. I am rather careless with large numbers
that way. septenvingtillion, quinvingtillion - I am happy to put them all in one box labelled ‘MANY’.
I think there would be less dissatisfaction in the world if we didn’t worry too much about numbers. For instance a guy with 10 crore would not feel poorer
compared to another who has 20 or 50 crores. 10 crore is a huge sum in itself and imagine being unhappy with that! Going by my method they would all be
owners of MUCH money and hence equal.
The other day Shekar Suman ( of movers and shakers fame) made a valid point when he said that the difference between the fastest guy in the world and himself
is just 5 secs.The world’s fastest man can cover 100 m in 9.69 secs and Shekar can do it in about 14.5 secs. Even I can do it in about 30 seconds I think.
What is 21 seconds in our life – just a few winks! Why obsess over such small numbers! Is a person with 99.5% marks less intelligent than another who scored
99.6%. Sounds absurd but that is how we rate people these days.
I personally think there would be a lot more happiness if we did not get too anal about numbers. Imagine arithmetic problems . If the solution to a problem
is 13.46389, we should be able to give an answer of 13 or 14 or many and still get full marks. Imagine how happy that would make students like me!
Don't laugh or call me silly, I can give you examples of some great minds who share similar thoughts:
“Twice two makes four seems to me simply a piece of insolence. Twice two makes four is a pert coxcomb who stands with arms”
--akimbo barring
“I admit that twice two makes four is an excellent thing, but if we are to give everything its due, twice two makes five is sometimes a very charming thing”
--Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky
See! I know a lot of you there are numerically inclined and are even passionate about numbers. Dont get me wrong. I respect numbers too although i'd like to
admire them from a safe distance. Despite being numerically challenged, I have a fair idea of the importance of large numbers or small fractions in scientific
research and calculations, design and development, economics and astronomy and all sciences.
All I am saying is let us be a little relaxed about numbers in our day to day dealings and may be we could all be a little less dissatisfied with our lives
or even be happy.
Friday, June 26, 2009
only for those who are closest to my heart
So, if you are thinking that why I have pointed this post with a worning entitled that the post is only for some special people, then i can merrily announce that at least this blog is at least making some brunt.
And, if you are not thinking the same, but still going forward to read, congratulation, the post is exclusively for you.
For who, and for who not, may be a far flunj concern, but the first thing that might, or should come up in mind, that why?
Why I am asking only to my close people to read this post, is because this post contains suggestion, which can be easily simulated with denigration somewhat.
I can force condemnation only on those who admire me, or to whom I do admire.
can’t carp anyone else, unless they forget to get purple on me.
So if you believe that you are close to me, or close to my earth which very close to my heart, or in any direct or indirect way close to me, then only read further, otherwise I don’t recommend reading the post for you.
Yessir, You, in the Honda Accord, on MI road, yes. Please don’t spit on the road. Just because you are at a signal doesn’t mean you have to use the
stop for opening the door of your big car, pushing your big sunglasses over your head, and then, ahem, spit. Trust me, it’s disgusting, and really fuels
my violent streak, which might actually make me get off the bus, grab you by your hair, and rub your face over the puddle of phlegm you are leaving behind.
Really. Please don’t do it again.
Oh, and you, yes-yes, remember, we met in the elevator at work today? You have conjunctivitis, is it? Huh? Poor you. No? The why were you wearing those
sunglasses inside? Lights too bright? Ok, Ok, I know you spent a lot of money on them, but it’s ok to take them off when you are in there, you know. And
in malls. Oh, and in cinema halls too! And oh, please don’t mind, but having them on top of your head the whole day is not so cool either. I mean, you
know you are not leaving this building for another 9 hours atleast, so you can actually take them off? No-no, no force, just a suggestion.
And sir you, on the phone? I know you had fun at the party last night, but I really don’t want to know the details. I am trying hard to get these two excel
sheets to match, and it is tough job you know, they are 30mb files and all, take an hour to even open. And all your chatter is just too distracting. Actually,
the floor is not really meant for telephone conversations, could you step out? Oh, if I may mention, it’s been like 30 minutes since you stepped out of
the conference room, don’t you think its time you get back?
Ah, and you, we have travelled by the same cab a lot, how can I forget you? I know you mean public service when you switch on the music on your mobile inside
the cab. But see, I am very picky. About the music and the sound quality, and you know those speakers on the phone aren’t really happening. As for the
music, I know you are playing English numbers to look cool and all, but Backstreet boys and Britney Spears? Even I, with my limited knowledge of phoren
music, cannot forgive you for that! So, plug in those earphones. Now.
And dear neighbour lady, coming to you. When you reached the elevator, there were already 6 people in it, no? And that’s the maximum it can carry. So how
does it make sense to open the door, call your husband and kid, glare at all of us, go ‘Tch, how do we get in now?’ and then after 5 whole minutes of contemplation
finally decide to let us go, all the while looking extremely bugged? We got in before you no? So we get to go first, it’s only fair I think. And also,
it’s just a matter of another few minutes. Which by the way, would have been slightly lesser if not for all that drama from you. Right?
Lastly you, dear lady with the kid in the movie hall. I like kids I swear. I think they are the cutest, and even crying kids don’t bother me much, because
that’s a given, kids cry. But bringing the tiny thing to a movie like ‘Mummy III’ or ‘Journey to the centre of the earth’ is not the smartest thing to
do. You see, these kind of movies have loud noises, and scary faces, and gigantic dinosaurs and yetis and what not. They are bound to make the child cry;
hell they made me cry (for totally different reasons though). Take them to Kung Fu Panda instead, and I won’t get bugged even if the kid names every animal
on screen and then proceeds to spell it in the loudest tones during the movie. It is after all more of his movie than mine, and I accept that. Totally
fair, I am, really.
That’s it, I am done. And no offence to anybody. Just that we couldn’t talk then. So, I thought I would let you know this way. More polite, and of course,
much easier. Right?
So, till we meet yet again,
Best Regards
An extremely bugged, ME.
And, if you are not thinking the same, but still going forward to read, congratulation, the post is exclusively for you.
For who, and for who not, may be a far flunj concern, but the first thing that might, or should come up in mind, that why?
Why I am asking only to my close people to read this post, is because this post contains suggestion, which can be easily simulated with denigration somewhat.
I can force condemnation only on those who admire me, or to whom I do admire.
can’t carp anyone else, unless they forget to get purple on me.
So if you believe that you are close to me, or close to my earth which very close to my heart, or in any direct or indirect way close to me, then only read further, otherwise I don’t recommend reading the post for you.
Yessir, You, in the Honda Accord, on MI road, yes. Please don’t spit on the road. Just because you are at a signal doesn’t mean you have to use the
stop for opening the door of your big car, pushing your big sunglasses over your head, and then, ahem, spit. Trust me, it’s disgusting, and really fuels
my violent streak, which might actually make me get off the bus, grab you by your hair, and rub your face over the puddle of phlegm you are leaving behind.
Really. Please don’t do it again.
Oh, and you, yes-yes, remember, we met in the elevator at work today? You have conjunctivitis, is it? Huh? Poor you. No? The why were you wearing those
sunglasses inside? Lights too bright? Ok, Ok, I know you spent a lot of money on them, but it’s ok to take them off when you are in there, you know. And
in malls. Oh, and in cinema halls too! And oh, please don’t mind, but having them on top of your head the whole day is not so cool either. I mean, you
know you are not leaving this building for another 9 hours atleast, so you can actually take them off? No-no, no force, just a suggestion.
And sir you, on the phone? I know you had fun at the party last night, but I really don’t want to know the details. I am trying hard to get these two excel
sheets to match, and it is tough job you know, they are 30mb files and all, take an hour to even open. And all your chatter is just too distracting. Actually,
the floor is not really meant for telephone conversations, could you step out? Oh, if I may mention, it’s been like 30 minutes since you stepped out of
the conference room, don’t you think its time you get back?
Ah, and you, we have travelled by the same cab a lot, how can I forget you? I know you mean public service when you switch on the music on your mobile inside
the cab. But see, I am very picky. About the music and the sound quality, and you know those speakers on the phone aren’t really happening. As for the
music, I know you are playing English numbers to look cool and all, but Backstreet boys and Britney Spears? Even I, with my limited knowledge of phoren
music, cannot forgive you for that! So, plug in those earphones. Now.
And dear neighbour lady, coming to you. When you reached the elevator, there were already 6 people in it, no? And that’s the maximum it can carry. So how
does it make sense to open the door, call your husband and kid, glare at all of us, go ‘Tch, how do we get in now?’ and then after 5 whole minutes of contemplation
finally decide to let us go, all the while looking extremely bugged? We got in before you no? So we get to go first, it’s only fair I think. And also,
it’s just a matter of another few minutes. Which by the way, would have been slightly lesser if not for all that drama from you. Right?
Lastly you, dear lady with the kid in the movie hall. I like kids I swear. I think they are the cutest, and even crying kids don’t bother me much, because
that’s a given, kids cry. But bringing the tiny thing to a movie like ‘Mummy III’ or ‘Journey to the centre of the earth’ is not the smartest thing to
do. You see, these kind of movies have loud noises, and scary faces, and gigantic dinosaurs and yetis and what not. They are bound to make the child cry;
hell they made me cry (for totally different reasons though). Take them to Kung Fu Panda instead, and I won’t get bugged even if the kid names every animal
on screen and then proceeds to spell it in the loudest tones during the movie. It is after all more of his movie than mine, and I accept that. Totally
fair, I am, really.
That’s it, I am done. And no offence to anybody. Just that we couldn’t talk then. So, I thought I would let you know this way. More polite, and of course,
much easier. Right?
So, till we meet yet again,
Best Regards
An extremely bugged, ME.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
sone pe suhaga!
“sone pe suhaga” is refered for those pleasant combinations.?
Those, what brings a smirk on your face,
Those which makes you cheery,
So on, so on, and so on.
Ok, rather than explanations, it’s better to tell, that what I’m gonna talk.
So, I’m gonna talk about things, those might best suits you.
Before you read it, just a little more remarks, that here I think that “sona” and you, and suhaga are the things mention.
So go and checkout. Who knows, if it does match to you as well.
The color blue. And not just any shade. Only sky blue. I know, I know, the sky’s blue changes shades all the time. But the one shade I am referring to is
the bright light blue, almost like powder blue? The kind of blue the sky used to be in April, after winter is long gone, and summer is yet to set in. No,
I won’t say spring and all; India has three seasons only apparently. The blue which is visible from between the very bright white clouds, at around 10
in the morning. Visible from the terrace back home. You had to squint to look at it; the sun would be bright enough to make you. On holidays and Sundays
of course; who do you find loitering on the terrace at 10 AM on a school day, tell me?
Beaches, yes. And when I say beaches, I don’t indirectly mean vacation. I just mean beaches. The vast expanse of the sea, which makes you look like a non-entity,
humbles you almost, like they say? And waves, the very sound of them. Rhythmic in its own way. Sitting on the sand, guessing how high the next wave would
be. Watching small fishing boats far inside the waters. Walking on the sand, letting the waves just about reach your feet. Or letting go altogether, allowing
the waves to splash you all over, not minding the sand deposits in the clothes for once.
And Rain. Cloudy weather, cool breeze, the roar of thunder every once in a while. And the constant pitter-patter of rain drops. Watching the rain from the
safe confines of your balcony, while sipping hot tea. Or just listening to the sound of rain, while wrapped in cosy blankets, a book in hand. Or getting
drenched in it, looking up towards the sky, welcoming each drop of water that splashes on your face.
Paani puri! The exclamation mark is to mark its special importance, even if it figures late here. No limitations on the number consumed. Water, as spicy
as it comes. Not a drop of sweet chutney. Preferred filling, surprisingly the Hyderabadi version of boiled chole, the hotter the better. Boiled potato
from the back home version is also good; guess the relatively spicier water makes up for it.
Chocolate. So what’s new you may ask. Nothing really. I am as chocoholic as they come. They who? Women in general I hear. Chocolate in all forms. Bars of
Toblerone, the amazing Chocolate Bomb from Little Italy, the equally amazing Sizzler Brownie from Bombay Blues, chocolate ice cream, cakes, pastries, brownies.
All of it. Any of it.
Cappuccino from Barista. Not much foam, strong, and really hot. One packet of caramelized sugar. Everyday, at around 3 in the afternoon. Between 3 and 4
actually. And in case it is one of the I-am-not-that-fat days, a muffin. Blueberry, for sure.
Oh, and Books. Lot’s of them, colorful, pretty, bright books. Not necessarily only when I am reading them. They can be just there. That’s good enough. Like,
book shops? Neatly stacked, rows and rows of band new, shiny books. Reading excerpts, checking out comments, picking and choosing what you finally want.
And then piling it on the ever growing stack at home. And thinking which one to go for next. Of course I intend to finish them all. Someday.
Shopping too. Ok, before you roll your eyes and say ‘Women!’, I am not talking clothes, bags, shoes alone. Obviously, those too. But planned shopping in
general is what this is about. Even if it is groceries. Yeah, go ahead, laugh. Making a list, driving down, ticking things off the list. And picking things
not in the list; can be anything, an extra pair of shoes, or a box of exotic cheese. Like that.
And of course, music. The tracks you heard for the first time and liked immediately? Or the ones which took a long time to grow upon you, but once they
did, they hung on for longer than many others. Or the very rare ones which you hated initially, but grew to love for other reasons. And those, which remind
of you of a certain day, or event, or place or person, and bring a smile on the face. And sometimes, tears too.
Those, what brings a smirk on your face,
Those which makes you cheery,
So on, so on, and so on.
Ok, rather than explanations, it’s better to tell, that what I’m gonna talk.
So, I’m gonna talk about things, those might best suits you.
Before you read it, just a little more remarks, that here I think that “sona” and you, and suhaga are the things mention.
So go and checkout. Who knows, if it does match to you as well.
The color blue. And not just any shade. Only sky blue. I know, I know, the sky’s blue changes shades all the time. But the one shade I am referring to is
the bright light blue, almost like powder blue? The kind of blue the sky used to be in April, after winter is long gone, and summer is yet to set in. No,
I won’t say spring and all; India has three seasons only apparently. The blue which is visible from between the very bright white clouds, at around 10
in the morning. Visible from the terrace back home. You had to squint to look at it; the sun would be bright enough to make you. On holidays and Sundays
of course; who do you find loitering on the terrace at 10 AM on a school day, tell me?
Beaches, yes. And when I say beaches, I don’t indirectly mean vacation. I just mean beaches. The vast expanse of the sea, which makes you look like a non-entity,
humbles you almost, like they say? And waves, the very sound of them. Rhythmic in its own way. Sitting on the sand, guessing how high the next wave would
be. Watching small fishing boats far inside the waters. Walking on the sand, letting the waves just about reach your feet. Or letting go altogether, allowing
the waves to splash you all over, not minding the sand deposits in the clothes for once.
And Rain. Cloudy weather, cool breeze, the roar of thunder every once in a while. And the constant pitter-patter of rain drops. Watching the rain from the
safe confines of your balcony, while sipping hot tea. Or just listening to the sound of rain, while wrapped in cosy blankets, a book in hand. Or getting
drenched in it, looking up towards the sky, welcoming each drop of water that splashes on your face.
Paani puri! The exclamation mark is to mark its special importance, even if it figures late here. No limitations on the number consumed. Water, as spicy
as it comes. Not a drop of sweet chutney. Preferred filling, surprisingly the Hyderabadi version of boiled chole, the hotter the better. Boiled potato
from the back home version is also good; guess the relatively spicier water makes up for it.
Chocolate. So what’s new you may ask. Nothing really. I am as chocoholic as they come. They who? Women in general I hear. Chocolate in all forms. Bars of
Toblerone, the amazing Chocolate Bomb from Little Italy, the equally amazing Sizzler Brownie from Bombay Blues, chocolate ice cream, cakes, pastries, brownies.
All of it. Any of it.
Cappuccino from Barista. Not much foam, strong, and really hot. One packet of caramelized sugar. Everyday, at around 3 in the afternoon. Between 3 and 4
actually. And in case it is one of the I-am-not-that-fat days, a muffin. Blueberry, for sure.
Oh, and Books. Lot’s of them, colorful, pretty, bright books. Not necessarily only when I am reading them. They can be just there. That’s good enough. Like,
book shops? Neatly stacked, rows and rows of band new, shiny books. Reading excerpts, checking out comments, picking and choosing what you finally want.
And then piling it on the ever growing stack at home. And thinking which one to go for next. Of course I intend to finish them all. Someday.
Shopping too. Ok, before you roll your eyes and say ‘Women!’, I am not talking clothes, bags, shoes alone. Obviously, those too. But planned shopping in
general is what this is about. Even if it is groceries. Yeah, go ahead, laugh. Making a list, driving down, ticking things off the list. And picking things
not in the list; can be anything, an extra pair of shoes, or a box of exotic cheese. Like that.
And of course, music. The tracks you heard for the first time and liked immediately? Or the ones which took a long time to grow upon you, but once they
did, they hung on for longer than many others. Or the very rare ones which you hated initially, but grew to love for other reasons. And those, which remind
of you of a certain day, or event, or place or person, and bring a smile on the face. And sometimes, tears too.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
worrier or warrior?
Man and worries have very stout relation with each others.
We born with worries like hunger, thirst etc, and die with infinite complex once, which are even hard to describe.
By this, I can affirm somehow, that man is worrier by birth.
It says, that worries are petrol to human life which keeps him stirring ahead.
Well, that’s absolutely true, and besides all the ills of worries, there are lot lot benefits as well. It’s just that if you look on the other side of the coin.
two terms exists in this connection as, worrier or warrior.
When faced with a situation, we usually adopt two kinds of stances, of a “warrior” or a “worrier”.
As a “worrier” our focus is on everything else, except the challenge ahead. We don’t even see the situation as a challenge, we see it as a problem. So there
goes the fun in dealing with the situation. We get so caught up in the problems that we don’t even look beyond the situation. We keep thinking and get
into a complaining mode about how, why, what and when we got into this situation rather than ah!!! thank God, what an opportunity to be in such a situation.
However, if we take up a “warrior” stance, we feel full of energy and we start thinking of strategies and solutions of how to deal with the situation. Suddenly,
the whole situation is fun and challenging and we enjoy the whole process of winning through the situation. We don’t even realize but in the process we
gather like-minded people, we find resources, things just begin to happen. By the end of it, we find a lot of growth within ourselves and we get a feeling
of mission accomplished!!!
Often the choice is ours, of being a warrior or a worrier!!!
And we must remember that it is only the warriors who win!!!
We born with worries like hunger, thirst etc, and die with infinite complex once, which are even hard to describe.
By this, I can affirm somehow, that man is worrier by birth.
It says, that worries are petrol to human life which keeps him stirring ahead.
Well, that’s absolutely true, and besides all the ills of worries, there are lot lot benefits as well. It’s just that if you look on the other side of the coin.
two terms exists in this connection as, worrier or warrior.
When faced with a situation, we usually adopt two kinds of stances, of a “warrior” or a “worrier”.
As a “worrier” our focus is on everything else, except the challenge ahead. We don’t even see the situation as a challenge, we see it as a problem. So there
goes the fun in dealing with the situation. We get so caught up in the problems that we don’t even look beyond the situation. We keep thinking and get
into a complaining mode about how, why, what and when we got into this situation rather than ah!!! thank God, what an opportunity to be in such a situation.
However, if we take up a “warrior” stance, we feel full of energy and we start thinking of strategies and solutions of how to deal with the situation. Suddenly,
the whole situation is fun and challenging and we enjoy the whole process of winning through the situation. We don’t even realize but in the process we
gather like-minded people, we find resources, things just begin to happen. By the end of it, we find a lot of growth within ourselves and we get a feeling
of mission accomplished!!!
Often the choice is ours, of being a warrior or a worrier!!!
And we must remember that it is only the warriors who win!!!
Monday, June 8, 2009
A new broom sweeps clean.
We have been taming since birth a maxim that “old is gold”.
In fact, I’m one of the fan of this saying, but this post is primarily written to change both of our outlooks somehow, at least moderately.
No question to deny the fact that old is gold, but a change is as good as a rest.
Why? Seems a pricey question, and I’m sure that the next few lines of this post will answer the same at least from my standpoint.
So, why did I say that It’s now time to change our perception about the saying “old is gold”?
That’s because it’s been a long we’re in the same compartments, and this somehow making us a bit less comfortable .
Because it’s been a long we are suffering from same old troubles, and it’s now time to reform our lives.
Because it’s been a long we are studying the same old chapters, it’s now time to inscribe new volumes.
Actually, the change is mandatory in almost all the areas, and believe me, it’s the most wanted objective at this moment in time
I can salute you a hundred times if you assure that you are really impressed by the ideas of our old leaders.
I can clinch you in arms if you shore up the old working system.
I can put you as master if you are satisfied from whatever going on.
I know, that I can’t salute, hug, or tribute you, as it seems unfeasible.
So, don’t you think that a stitch in time saves nine?
I am sure you do, and that’s why I am insisting to consider a bit hard about complete restructuring.
As it’s essential ubiquitously, the task is very very complicated.
It’s high time that we need total personal reform, social reform, educational reform, administration reform, and so on.
indubitably it’s a time taking route, but destination is just a few miles away.
As an outline, it’s never unattainable, but can be achieved if we all come unified twards rectifications of our old dilemmas.
And if we all determine to settle on a mutual understanding.
Summarizingly, Diligence is the mother of good fortune, so if we all can promise to determine to work hard in this direction, the destination is clearly visible to me.
It’s now upto you whether you understand or not, that a new broom sweeps clean.
In fact, I’m one of the fan of this saying, but this post is primarily written to change both of our outlooks somehow, at least moderately.
No question to deny the fact that old is gold, but a change is as good as a rest.
Why? Seems a pricey question, and I’m sure that the next few lines of this post will answer the same at least from my standpoint.
So, why did I say that It’s now time to change our perception about the saying “old is gold”?
That’s because it’s been a long we’re in the same compartments, and this somehow making us a bit less comfortable .
Because it’s been a long we are suffering from same old troubles, and it’s now time to reform our lives.
Because it’s been a long we are studying the same old chapters, it’s now time to inscribe new volumes.
Actually, the change is mandatory in almost all the areas, and believe me, it’s the most wanted objective at this moment in time
I can salute you a hundred times if you assure that you are really impressed by the ideas of our old leaders.
I can clinch you in arms if you shore up the old working system.
I can put you as master if you are satisfied from whatever going on.
I know, that I can’t salute, hug, or tribute you, as it seems unfeasible.
So, don’t you think that a stitch in time saves nine?
I am sure you do, and that’s why I am insisting to consider a bit hard about complete restructuring.
As it’s essential ubiquitously, the task is very very complicated.
It’s high time that we need total personal reform, social reform, educational reform, administration reform, and so on.
indubitably it’s a time taking route, but destination is just a few miles away.
As an outline, it’s never unattainable, but can be achieved if we all come unified twards rectifications of our old dilemmas.
And if we all determine to settle on a mutual understanding.
Summarizingly, Diligence is the mother of good fortune, so if we all can promise to determine to work hard in this direction, the destination is clearly visible to me.
It’s now upto you whether you understand or not, that a new broom sweeps clean.
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