It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mindI hope you don't mind
that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
Your song - Elton John
One of the sweetest n purest romantic song i have ever heard. No play of words for artistic variations... pure SIMPLE feelings... simply put... I guess only elton can do that.
And as far as i am concerned... didnt know wht else to put up n so putting up whts on my mind rite now... your song!
Saturday, 27 October 2007
Sunday, 14 October 2007
Did something hit me?
The urgency is gone. The pressure is gone. The unknown is now known and the excitement has thus withered off. Yeah there is this new and an equally challenging proposal waiting to happen. But there is a small wait before i can actually take it up.
Things changed for me in a matter of an hour. It took me 2 days for the change to sink in. It is all so surreal. Am so used to putting in my best efforts to get wht i want... cant understand how this just landed on my lap. It didnt give me a chance to show my best to the very least let alone challenge me. The consequence... I doubt the crediblity of whats on my lap (which is stupid coz i always wanted it).... Is it good enough? Could I have got better? Is there anything better than this anyways? Am i thinking too much?
There is this tendency that people have. Most of them. If not most, then a few like me. People like to hunt their rewards. when you see that reward in your hand you want to remember the efforts that you went through to get it. Sometimes then it isnt abt the reward itself but the way to get the reward that becomes important. The process then is the reward.
But then sometimes you let nature takes its course. Flow with it and absorb what it gives you. When i sit back today and wonder what would have possibly been a better situation than the one that i am in now, there is none. Just that it took its own course when i least expected it. When i was ready with a Plan A, plan B and a plan C... Nature took plan D and there i was looking at something which i didnt believe could happen so fast...
What happens, happens for the best. Whatever is to happen will happen eventually. AND I KNOW I AM THINKING TOO MUCH.....
Tuesday, 9 October 2007
We Care
There is a whole generation in the US that can claim to have been brought up on radio, another generation on television and yet another generation on digital technology. In India however one generation itself has been bestowed with all the latest technology at one go. India has been a late bloomer in progress but it is catching up rather fast. We are born in this fast era. In our times things are changing at the speed of light. I see my younger cousins and am baffled at how different their childhood is than mine (and I am not an antique piece myself). It is full of IB schools, television channels just for them, and stores just for them, cutting edge computer technologies and what not. I know of a 5 year old who is so well worse with her PC and she spends hours and hours in front of it. In my school days I used to wait for 7.00 in the evening to see ‘amchi maati, aamchi mansa’. Our generation is having a lot of things on a silver platter. I am not sitting her to judge right or wrong about this fast paced growth. At least not in this post.
The recent Lead India Campaign by Times of India is extremely interesting. A cause very justified and an approach almost good enough. I keep myself abreast of all the happenings of this campaign. Recently, coz I was at home, I saw this ad on Channel V about this program where a bunch of Indian youngsters get to travel all around India and they video tape stuff and make a documentary about India. These people talk about different reasons for being a part of such an endeavour, how they are not really happy with certain situations right now and boy! I wish I was a part of it too. I want to change a few things myself too. The idea in both these cases is the need of youth lead change being extremely important. Both look at attracting the youth with hard hitting realities and with examples of people within themselves who are ready to stand up and make a change. Both urge Indian youth to do something about todays situation.
Well, a different view of this could be that you feel all these are money making gimmicks and nothing works. But I know one thing for sure. If money making was the idea there would have been better choices ( I know what I am saying, I am studying marketing). I’d like to believe that the makers of these kind of programmes see a trend where people are ready to come up and make a difference.
I am not cynical about the situation that is prevalent in India today. According to me things are already looking brighter as far as Indian growth is concerned. Yeah… the inherent problems still remain like poverty, poor education, discrimination, orthodox, population explosion… Like Priyanka Chopra says in the advertisement for Lead India Campaign that we always say tomorrow is a better future for us. Tomorrow there will be no poverty etc. But why tomorrow? Why not today? Why not look at making a change today?
We are not going to solve all our problems at one go. I believe we are on the right road. Youth today is very aware of what powers they have and how to use them. Yes a general apathy is prevalent and these initiatives are I guess just a beginning. The way chosen is good enough. Just that we better not deviate. In spite of all these problems the generation today has a mind of its own and aspirations independent of any pressures. Along with this they have the guidance and resources to just ramp ahead. I see various leaders all around me in their own right. I have full confidence in this product in the form of today’s youth. A little bit of a push and I guess we are good enough.
The recent Lead India Campaign by Times of India is extremely interesting. A cause very justified and an approach almost good enough. I keep myself abreast of all the happenings of this campaign. Recently, coz I was at home, I saw this ad on Channel V about this program where a bunch of Indian youngsters get to travel all around India and they video tape stuff and make a documentary about India. These people talk about different reasons for being a part of such an endeavour, how they are not really happy with certain situations right now and boy! I wish I was a part of it too. I want to change a few things myself too. The idea in both these cases is the need of youth lead change being extremely important. Both look at attracting the youth with hard hitting realities and with examples of people within themselves who are ready to stand up and make a change. Both urge Indian youth to do something about todays situation.
Well, a different view of this could be that you feel all these are money making gimmicks and nothing works. But I know one thing for sure. If money making was the idea there would have been better choices ( I know what I am saying, I am studying marketing). I’d like to believe that the makers of these kind of programmes see a trend where people are ready to come up and make a difference.
I am not cynical about the situation that is prevalent in India today. According to me things are already looking brighter as far as Indian growth is concerned. Yeah… the inherent problems still remain like poverty, poor education, discrimination, orthodox, population explosion… Like Priyanka Chopra says in the advertisement for Lead India Campaign that we always say tomorrow is a better future for us. Tomorrow there will be no poverty etc. But why tomorrow? Why not today? Why not look at making a change today?
We are not going to solve all our problems at one go. I believe we are on the right road. Youth today is very aware of what powers they have and how to use them. Yes a general apathy is prevalent and these initiatives are I guess just a beginning. The way chosen is good enough. Just that we better not deviate. In spite of all these problems the generation today has a mind of its own and aspirations independent of any pressures. Along with this they have the guidance and resources to just ramp ahead. I see various leaders all around me in their own right. I have full confidence in this product in the form of today’s youth. A little bit of a push and I guess we are good enough.
Sunday, 7 October 2007
Desperate Housemates
Statutory Warning: The content herewith is not meant for the weak hearted. Parental Guidance strongly not recommended. Side effects may include heavy vomiting, sneezing and immediate distaste for anything edible.
Let me start by giving you the back drop. The house is huge enough to tire you out completely if you even dream of cleaning it alone all by yourself. The house is occupied by 3 girls (living there without respective families) who are committed to making their life fun and enjoyable. To top it there is pressure of studies and socialising leaving next to nil time for the girls to give their time and energy to the house (or so they believe). This is enhanced by lack of inclination to clean the house any which ways. And the biggest consideration – keeping in mind the money constrains there is no domestic help hired either. The result is rare cleaning of the house.
Disclaimer: The characters in this post are completely fictional (cough cough...) and any resemblance whatsoever to me or my roommates is purely the product of your sadistic mind.
The story begins with the jinxed first night at the coveted house. Whenever anyone shifts in their new house in this side of the world the next morning everyone has one sleazy question to ask – how was your first night? Well the answer in this case was loud and clear – Eventful and out of this world. Why would it not be so? The roommates had finished a whole can of pesticide to kill 1 poor cockroach and in turn landed up vomiting out of their window due to light poisoning of themselves. But the moment of glory was the next morning when they saw the same cockroach which was lost in the wilderness of their suitcases last night, lying upside down, dead, next to the very bed they crashed on after excessive vomiting last night. Yeah that was the jinxed first night...
One of the most stressful and frustrating work for these roommates is called the ‘washing machine revenge’. When the girls do get down to cleaning their house, they do it thoroughly. They clean spick and span under the washing machine outlet pipe, even if it means putting out the pipe off its outlet nozzle. But the washing machine in this house has a mind of its own. It doesn’t like being tampered with. So after the hard days work of cleaning the house, at 1 in the night, the girls bathe and change in sleepwear and start their machine to do some dirty laundry, the washing machine takes its revenge. Mysteriously the filthy, soapy water gushes out of the outlet pipe (which strangely isn’t in the outlet nozzle) and seeps into the bedroom and passage and rallies steadily towards the hall. The girls are up and dead and cleaning the whole house all over again till 3 in the morning. Just that this time round the work is of cleaning is 10 times more strenuous due to the soapy water.
In a scenario like this (scenario of living on your own) one tends to develop a love hate relationship with a lot of living and non living creatures around oneself. For example Fungus. The 3 girls found their very own fungi culture in their unrepaired, non-operational, warm refrigerator. There are certain people in this house who put food items in the fridge, forget that the fridge doesn't work anymore and their noses are blocked to any stench of stale and rotting food. Obviously these people are not the 3 girls themselves. They are the non living creatures (ghosts as most would like to call them) residing in this house even before the 3 girls took over. They are to be blamed for every mishap in this house. Anyways, as I was saying... that’s where they found their first ever self created fungi culture. The green moist layer of fungi on your favourite packet of corn, that unmistakable odour of stale food mixed with that of flourishing fungi... oh what memories it brings back. But determined as they were, the 3 girls, never cleaned the fridge. It was just too much work. The better and an ‘efficient manager certified’ option was to never open that graveyard (the fridge) door ever again. Their secret was sealed forever in their heart and the stench sealed in the fridge.
But as you know nothing can be avoided forever. So the fungi refused to stay in their assigned corner. It spread. They found them in the least expected places (like love notes kept by a lover, hidden). The fungi, accompanied by other ‘unknown to man’ micro organisms, was found on half eaten apples to any food item packaged or otherwise left there for more than a few months, sometimes on jeans where chocolate was spilled and never washed, sometimes on the underneath of a damp suitcase, sometimes on old love letters and sometimes even on sources of water storage. Uff! What a pain to clean them.
But as they say what is life without difficulties and what is life without some fun. And what a great combination it is when one finds fun filled difficulties. What a dumb philosophy... But who cares. We all are still alive and I guess in due course are vaccinated against any germs imaginable for decades to come (See everything has a bright side to it).
Anyways, As I have to now rush to stop the soapy brown water of my washing machine seeping to my hall as there are a few families of cockroaches and fungi unaware of the tsunami that is about to hit them... I am signing off... I am the power of the Universe...
P.S: The views expressed in this post are that of one of the 3 roommates and the other 2 roommates have a legal right to differ with it as long as they do not get verbally or physically violent.
Let me start by giving you the back drop. The house is huge enough to tire you out completely if you even dream of cleaning it alone all by yourself. The house is occupied by 3 girls (living there without respective families) who are committed to making their life fun and enjoyable. To top it there is pressure of studies and socialising leaving next to nil time for the girls to give their time and energy to the house (or so they believe). This is enhanced by lack of inclination to clean the house any which ways. And the biggest consideration – keeping in mind the money constrains there is no domestic help hired either. The result is rare cleaning of the house.
Disclaimer: The characters in this post are completely fictional (cough cough...) and any resemblance whatsoever to me or my roommates is purely the product of your sadistic mind.
The story begins with the jinxed first night at the coveted house. Whenever anyone shifts in their new house in this side of the world the next morning everyone has one sleazy question to ask – how was your first night? Well the answer in this case was loud and clear – Eventful and out of this world. Why would it not be so? The roommates had finished a whole can of pesticide to kill 1 poor cockroach and in turn landed up vomiting out of their window due to light poisoning of themselves. But the moment of glory was the next morning when they saw the same cockroach which was lost in the wilderness of their suitcases last night, lying upside down, dead, next to the very bed they crashed on after excessive vomiting last night. Yeah that was the jinxed first night...
One of the most stressful and frustrating work for these roommates is called the ‘washing machine revenge’. When the girls do get down to cleaning their house, they do it thoroughly. They clean spick and span under the washing machine outlet pipe, even if it means putting out the pipe off its outlet nozzle. But the washing machine in this house has a mind of its own. It doesn’t like being tampered with. So after the hard days work of cleaning the house, at 1 in the night, the girls bathe and change in sleepwear and start their machine to do some dirty laundry, the washing machine takes its revenge. Mysteriously the filthy, soapy water gushes out of the outlet pipe (which strangely isn’t in the outlet nozzle) and seeps into the bedroom and passage and rallies steadily towards the hall. The girls are up and dead and cleaning the whole house all over again till 3 in the morning. Just that this time round the work is of cleaning is 10 times more strenuous due to the soapy water.
In a scenario like this (scenario of living on your own) one tends to develop a love hate relationship with a lot of living and non living creatures around oneself. For example Fungus. The 3 girls found their very own fungi culture in their unrepaired, non-operational, warm refrigerator. There are certain people in this house who put food items in the fridge, forget that the fridge doesn't work anymore and their noses are blocked to any stench of stale and rotting food. Obviously these people are not the 3 girls themselves. They are the non living creatures (ghosts as most would like to call them) residing in this house even before the 3 girls took over. They are to be blamed for every mishap in this house. Anyways, as I was saying... that’s where they found their first ever self created fungi culture. The green moist layer of fungi on your favourite packet of corn, that unmistakable odour of stale food mixed with that of flourishing fungi... oh what memories it brings back. But determined as they were, the 3 girls, never cleaned the fridge. It was just too much work. The better and an ‘efficient manager certified’ option was to never open that graveyard (the fridge) door ever again. Their secret was sealed forever in their heart and the stench sealed in the fridge.
But as you know nothing can be avoided forever. So the fungi refused to stay in their assigned corner. It spread. They found them in the least expected places (like love notes kept by a lover, hidden). The fungi, accompanied by other ‘unknown to man’ micro organisms, was found on half eaten apples to any food item packaged or otherwise left there for more than a few months, sometimes on jeans where chocolate was spilled and never washed, sometimes on the underneath of a damp suitcase, sometimes on old love letters and sometimes even on sources of water storage. Uff! What a pain to clean them.
But as they say what is life without difficulties and what is life without some fun. And what a great combination it is when one finds fun filled difficulties. What a dumb philosophy... But who cares. We all are still alive and I guess in due course are vaccinated against any germs imaginable for decades to come (See everything has a bright side to it).
Anyways, As I have to now rush to stop the soapy brown water of my washing machine seeping to my hall as there are a few families of cockroaches and fungi unaware of the tsunami that is about to hit them... I am signing off... I am the power of the Universe...
P.S: The views expressed in this post are that of one of the 3 roommates and the other 2 roommates have a legal right to differ with it as long as they do not get verbally or physically violent.
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