Recently on being to a friend's 21st birthday party , something dawned on mee.
To people who know mee, I'm not the person who runs to the dance floor when music starts pumping. In fact, I'm usually dragged from my so-called-hiding place . However, for this party, I didn't pretend to be reluctant. I showed true sportsmanship, and walked through uncharted territory on to the dance floor. This party didn't have a DJ-spinning tracks-disc theme, but here there was more of 'jiving'. For the uninitiated (like I was), Jiving is more like the slang version of ball room dancing, but I must add, I terribly enjoyed it. Dancing is FUN people! And now I understand Why!
Not that I'm a pro - like Andy, and neither do I have all the' moves' , but watching pros enjoy dancing got me wondering whether all those 'socials' wherein I always dug-my heels to the floor was the right thing to do. Man, did I miss opportunities to dance? (Can't believe I'm saying this).
Jive is danced to classics like the dancy numbers of the Beetles' 'twist and shout'. (Hope U ppl get the picture)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxvQ6yNGIes
And P.S. Our Jives were nothing like the above video, heheh!!
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
The benchmark...
I wonder whats the connection with women and age...its but-obvious one will never remain 16 like one may wish to....but turning old never seemed shameful to me, so in short, I never hide my age...or lest, lie about it. Basically, I never have found the need to.
Turning 21, like every normal 20yr-old, has its charm for me. I mean, common, now Im really counted as an adult...hehehe! (P.S. 18 is just a bluff)...Along with kinda-dreading it, I had set up a wish-list 'to-do', before hitting 21. If U ppl know me, U may not find it necessary for me to mention that wish-lists I construct include real tangible stuff, which one can possibly achieve. Not-to-mention stuff which I really want to do...at least before completing 21yrs of living on the 3rd rock from the sun, whereby I would like to start off with a clean slate!
However, not all of my wish list could be completed, I regretfully must add here. I am tempted to boast of my achievements and complain about my failures...but I guess I rather not. For close friends, who know of the grand to-do list, I must admit of not having the credibility of doing what I set out to do, but you all know, I couldn't help any of it, though I wish I could.
So ONLy for this purpose, I wish I could GO back to being 20 once again.....living with the hope that all my secret desires could be fulfilled before hitting the benchmark, where one sails independently, and everything done in their life is totally their choice.
Turning 21, like every normal 20yr-old, has its charm for me. I mean, common, now Im really counted as an adult...hehehe! (P.S. 18 is just a bluff)...Along with kinda-dreading it, I had set up a wish-list 'to-do', before hitting 21. If U ppl know me, U may not find it necessary for me to mention that wish-lists I construct include real tangible stuff, which one can possibly achieve. Not-to-mention stuff which I really want to do...at least before completing 21yrs of living on the 3rd rock from the sun, whereby I would like to start off with a clean slate!
However, not all of my wish list could be completed, I regretfully must add here. I am tempted to boast of my achievements and complain about my failures...but I guess I rather not. For close friends, who know of the grand to-do list, I must admit of not having the credibility of doing what I set out to do, but you all know, I couldn't help any of it, though I wish I could.
So ONLy for this purpose, I wish I could GO back to being 20 once again.....living with the hope that all my secret desires could be fulfilled before hitting the benchmark, where one sails independently, and everything done in their life is totally their choice.
For 30 days and 30 nights...
The nightmare of interning at a hospital:
The day our postings were put up, I was thrilled to find my name on the list saying " Ruby Hall Clinic". Well, its always quite different before the storm, they say. With content I went there, along with six others from our batch, only to find the sick smell of food and phenol lingering around mee, at least all through the first day, or was it the first week?....I don't care to remember. Of all the wards, I had to get the "k" ward...terror in disguise. Along with being the largest among the semiprivate wards, its also the toughest, being the "renal" ward, where people with transplants and kidney failures are usually admitted. For the uninformed, this ward is tough to deal with, esp. if you are an undergraduate nutritionist.
Along with work pressure, death is a common sight, where one has to toughen up to see the patient one has dealt with the previous morning lie dead. Visitors are usually not allowed, for sterile reasons, so there is patient- attendant relationships which are constantly formed and broken. Being there initially, I must add, took something away from me which lay deep down inside. I learnt to look at individuals differently. I started categorizing ppl as -healthy and non-healthy.
After being done with K , for a gruelling week , I was sent to the 'SR4', that being a deluxe ward, with AC -TV-and the works. Here, along with pain, I found money talking. I saw patients being residents there for 3 yrs, I saw relatives hoping for their family member to die, for property sake, I saw an aged couple being looked after a 'bai' with their children minting cash in the States. I saw stuff which toughens people for life ahead. No rosy-tinted pictures, the real deal.
What followed for me was the NTU(Neuro-Trama-Unit), where Road Traffic Accident patients with Head Injuries are admitted. Life there usually dwells around tube feeds and the ones who care willing to give anything just have a look at their loved ones. And I standing in between looking at desperation on one side of the door, and determination to survive on the inside.
When my time there ended, with vivas done, case studies completed and reports submitted, I wondered what else did I gain along with experience in my work field? Did I learn something other than practical therapeutic diet principles....I really hope so!
The day our postings were put up, I was thrilled to find my name on the list saying " Ruby Hall Clinic". Well, its always quite different before the storm, they say. With content I went there, along with six others from our batch, only to find the sick smell of food and phenol lingering around mee, at least all through the first day, or was it the first week?....I don't care to remember. Of all the wards, I had to get the "k" ward...terror in disguise. Along with being the largest among the semiprivate wards, its also the toughest, being the "renal" ward, where people with transplants and kidney failures are usually admitted. For the uninformed, this ward is tough to deal with, esp. if you are an undergraduate nutritionist.
Along with work pressure, death is a common sight, where one has to toughen up to see the patient one has dealt with the previous morning lie dead. Visitors are usually not allowed, for sterile reasons, so there is patient- attendant relationships which are constantly formed and broken. Being there initially, I must add, took something away from me which lay deep down inside. I learnt to look at individuals differently. I started categorizing ppl as -healthy and non-healthy.
After being done with K , for a gruelling week , I was sent to the 'SR4', that being a deluxe ward, with AC -TV-and the works. Here, along with pain, I found money talking. I saw patients being residents there for 3 yrs, I saw relatives hoping for their family member to die, for property sake, I saw an aged couple being looked after a 'bai' with their children minting cash in the States. I saw stuff which toughens people for life ahead. No rosy-tinted pictures, the real deal.
What followed for me was the NTU(Neuro-Trama-Unit), where Road Traffic Accident patients with Head Injuries are admitted. Life there usually dwells around tube feeds and the ones who care willing to give anything just have a look at their loved ones. And I standing in between looking at desperation on one side of the door, and determination to survive on the inside.
When my time there ended, with vivas done, case studies completed and reports submitted, I wondered what else did I gain along with experience in my work field? Did I learn something other than practical therapeutic diet principles....I really hope so!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Valen...shhh
I wonder what makes this day soo IMP? People revolve their lives around this day...whhy?...beats me. Maybe Im a lil' skeptic...maybe its just part of my...ahemahem...charming personality...But truly...I believe I am a romantic. A true romantic...but yet I dont find the sense or reason of celebrating A single day to cherish the one you truly love. Infact, I think its more of a sales gimick...heheh. And No, Im not saying this in a 'the-grapes-are-sour-'kinda way. To the ones disagreeing I only have to say this, Happy Valentine's...spend well ;)
P.S. I dont dissaprove this day because of its western-ness, but only because I find it foolish rejoicing Love only on a particular 14th of feb.
P.S. I dont dissaprove this day because of its western-ness, but only because I find it foolish rejoicing Love only on a particular 14th of feb.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Abt Cricket, Controversy and the Nano...
Reading the papers, now a days, leaves me feeling delighted.Its only once a while one may read about our country, the dormant India, standing against racism and being so united and everything. I never expected this, atleast from us. We, the people who love our foreign counterparts soo dearly, are standing up against them. How cool is that!
I totally agree with the following forward i received in this context:
PLZ FORWARD IT TO ALL THAT ALL SHOULD KNOW THE RULE…
….. BAAD ME KEHANA NAHI, RULES NAHI MALOOM THE...
Hi all,
After watching the test match, I feel some rules have to be incorporated by ICC to give the other teams a perfect clarification
(1) Ricky Ponting – (THE TRULY GENUINE CRICKETER OF THE CRICKET ERA AND WHOSE INTEGRITY SHOULD NOT BE DOUBTED ) should be considered as the FOURTH UMPIRE. As per the new rules, FOURTH UMPIRE decision is final and will over ride any decisions taken by any other umpires. ON-FIELD umpires can seek the assistance of RICKY PONTING even if he is not on the field. This rule is to be made, so that every team should understand the importance of the FOURTH UMPIRE.
(2) While AUSTRALIAN TEAM is bowling, If the ball flies anywhere close to the AUSTRALIAN FIELDER(WITHIN 5 meter distance), the batsman is to be considered OUT irrelevant of whether the catch was taken cleanly or grassed. Any decision for further clarification should be seeked from the FOURTH UMPIRE.
heheh!!
These days, the Nano has created sufficient buzz apart from the cricket controversy. This TATA promise seems to be the solution for the' four-member-two-wheeler' dilemma. Where else but India can be the birth place of such an innovation.{I mean excluding China}. Hope the Nano lives upto the everyone's expectation. The days of the middle-class car dream now may actually be tangible! GO-INDIA!!
I totally agree with the following forward i received in this context:
PLZ FORWARD IT TO ALL THAT ALL SHOULD KNOW THE RULE…
….. BAAD ME KEHANA NAHI, RULES NAHI MALOOM THE...
Hi all,
After watching the test match, I feel some rules have to be incorporated by ICC to give the other teams a perfect clarification
(1) Ricky Ponting – (THE TRULY GENUINE CRICKETER OF THE CRICKET ERA AND WHOSE INTEGRITY SHOULD NOT BE DOUBTED ) should be considered as the FOURTH UMPIRE. As per the new rules, FOURTH UMPIRE decision is final and will over ride any decisions taken by any other umpires. ON-FIELD umpires can seek the assistance of RICKY PONTING even if he is not on the field. This rule is to be made, so that every team should understand the importance of the FOURTH UMPIRE.
(2) While AUSTRALIAN TEAM is bowling, If the ball flies anywhere close to the AUSTRALIAN FIELDER(WITHIN 5 meter distance), the batsman is to be considered OUT irrelevant of whether the catch was taken cleanly or grassed. Any decision for further clarification should be seeked from the FOURTH UMPIRE.
heheh!!
These days, the Nano has created sufficient buzz apart from the cricket controversy. This TATA promise seems to be the solution for the' four-member-two-wheeler' dilemma. Where else but India can be the birth place of such an innovation.{I mean excluding China}. Hope the Nano lives upto the everyone's expectation. The days of the middle-class car dream now may actually be tangible! GO-INDIA!!
Friday, January 04, 2008
"Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies"
The pun...its the ultimate one can use to avoid an embarrassing situation...or to increase the curiosity around a boring topic. By definition, A pun is"A play on words, sometimes on different senses of the same word and sometimes on the similar sense or sound of different words."In today's world its usage however is being limited only to funny one liners. But in its heydays, there were "pun users" everywhere. Though I love using them myself...I've found my collection to be quite limited.
Quotations:
"The goodness of the true pun is in the direct ratio of its intolerability." — Edgar Allan Poe.
Puns in the passages of 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland', by Lewis Carroll are my favorites though:
“And how many hours a day did you do lessons?” said Alice, in a hurry to change the subject.
“Ten hours the first day,” said the Mock Turtle, “nine the next, and so on.”
“What a curious plan!” exclaimed Alice.
“That's the reason they're called lessons,” the Gryphon remarked: “because they lessen from day to day.”
Some other masterpieces are:
"Not a pun less, not a pun more".
"No pain, No gain. Know pain, know gain".
"I grumbled that I had no shoes, till I saw a man without feet".
And my all timer:
"Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies"
However, I would love to add new ones to my collection, especially eccentric ones. So feel free to comment.
Yours truly.
Quotations:
"The goodness of the true pun is in the direct ratio of its intolerability." — Edgar Allan Poe.
Puns in the passages of 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland', by Lewis Carroll are my favorites though:
“And how many hours a day did you do lessons?” said Alice, in a hurry to change the subject.
“Ten hours the first day,” said the Mock Turtle, “nine the next, and so on.”
“What a curious plan!” exclaimed Alice.
“That's the reason they're called lessons,” the Gryphon remarked: “because they lessen from day to day.”
Some other masterpieces are:
"Not a pun less, not a pun more".
"No pain, No gain. Know pain, know gain".
"I grumbled that I had no shoes, till I saw a man without feet".
And my all timer:
"Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies"
However, I would love to add new ones to my collection, especially eccentric ones. So feel free to comment.
Yours truly.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Tears of endearment
Why do we cry at movies? Maybe it is the movie or the psychological baggage we schlepped in with us. Or is it empathy? Maybe genetics or cultural conditioning. Or were we simply bursting to spill that night because our boss refused to give a week off for Christmas.
This much we know: all of us do it in varying degrees of blubbitude. Some of us are waterfalls, others are Saharas. Most of us fit somewhere in between.
The trigger maybe the moral injustice in Schindler's List, or the way Heath Ledger's throat catches when he confesses those forbidden feelings in Brokeback Mountain, or the final showdown of Rang de Basanti. Or that cheesy Micheal Keaton movie-you know, the one where he's dying of cancer and so on.
Whatever. There we sit, teary-eyed, vulnerable and helpless. And we become as emotionally intertwined with the characters in the movie as we do with real people.The movie reached us. We related to it. It spoke to something inside.
And in our dinner or parking lot discussions, the cultural myths [and facts] tumble out: Women cry more than men. Women go out of their way to find 'chick flicks' cry-athons. Guys cry only if someone squirts Mace at their eyeballs.
Research in this domain concluded that girls and boys do equal amounts of crying until puberty. But as boys take the testosterone highway and women take the estrogen bike path, their responses differ. Women do tend to cry up to four times more than men. Also the emotional kind of crying was discovered to release internal toxins as opposed to the onion-slicing variety.
What really trigger the waterworks is a combination of conflicted emotions. We choke up , essentially, at the fulfillment of social roles, such as a couple pledging a life together at a wedding or, the father dancing with his daughter. But we cry for bittersweet reasons, realising we can never sustain or measure up to , that iconic moment i.e. we strum a mental guitar chord that combines positive, major feelings with sadder minor tones. And the tears flow before we know it.
So we are empathising , we are strumming , and we are philosophising in the flickering chiaroscuro. Bur whatever we are really doing within the ineffable inner machinery we call soul, and whatever the prolactin content in our tears, we are forging a personal bond with a particular movie that we'll never lose. As with love, perhaps it's better not to understand the mystical algebra that connects us to Beaches but to be grateful it adds up to moments like these.
[LAT-WP]
This much we know: all of us do it in varying degrees of blubbitude. Some of us are waterfalls, others are Saharas. Most of us fit somewhere in between.
The trigger maybe the moral injustice in Schindler's List, or the way Heath Ledger's throat catches when he confesses those forbidden feelings in Brokeback Mountain, or the final showdown of Rang de Basanti. Or that cheesy Micheal Keaton movie-you know, the one where he's dying of cancer and so on.
Whatever. There we sit, teary-eyed, vulnerable and helpless. And we become as emotionally intertwined with the characters in the movie as we do with real people.The movie reached us. We related to it. It spoke to something inside.
And in our dinner or parking lot discussions, the cultural myths [and facts] tumble out: Women cry more than men. Women go out of their way to find 'chick flicks' cry-athons. Guys cry only if someone squirts Mace at their eyeballs.
Research in this domain concluded that girls and boys do equal amounts of crying until puberty. But as boys take the testosterone highway and women take the estrogen bike path, their responses differ. Women do tend to cry up to four times more than men. Also the emotional kind of crying was discovered to release internal toxins as opposed to the onion-slicing variety.
What really trigger the waterworks is a combination of conflicted emotions. We choke up , essentially, at the fulfillment of social roles, such as a couple pledging a life together at a wedding or, the father dancing with his daughter. But we cry for bittersweet reasons, realising we can never sustain or measure up to , that iconic moment i.e. we strum a mental guitar chord that combines positive, major feelings with sadder minor tones. And the tears flow before we know it.
So we are empathising , we are strumming , and we are philosophising in the flickering chiaroscuro. Bur whatever we are really doing within the ineffable inner machinery we call soul, and whatever the prolactin content in our tears, we are forging a personal bond with a particular movie that we'll never lose. As with love, perhaps it's better not to understand the mystical algebra that connects us to Beaches but to be grateful it adds up to moments like these.
[LAT-WP]
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Mindless..
I wish i had the leisure to update my blog on a daily basis. But since that is not going to be possible at least till i graduate and figure out what exactly I want to do afterwards, I pretend to be content for now.
Writing blogs , i personally feel acts like a hanky. Blow your nose and keep it away. Ok i know thats grosse, but thats the first thing that came to my mind. Speaking of mind, sometimes i spend hours on end trying to understand how does this super organ work. It stores and remembers dates, days, timetables, constants,variables, calorific vals of each food, metabolic cycles, stuff we study, or even read once while trying to cover a syllabus soo vast.
And let me not forget the emotions it is capable of producing. Happiness-the endorphin high, excitement-the adrenaline high, stress-the epinephrine high...and so on. And all it mainly requires to function is not some great wonder food, but merely glucose. Seems wonderful!
It tells you when you are having fun, getting bored, feeling happy, or depressed.
Imagine a day with no mind of our own. A world devoid of opinions, ideas, ingenuity. How plastic. The only thing then capable by a mindless human is survival. We would no doubt survive, just like the others in our kingdom, but never really understand the meaning of our existence.No self actualised-evangelists required. Love would merely be a chemical activity, which would occur between two individuals, so as to help them copulate. Survival of the fittest would take over our feelings of humanity, care and concern.The self-destruction of our planet would seize, and maybe our future generation would survive in a healthier atmosphere, living long and fruitful lives.
So when I reason with myself, I see myself bending towards a world without a mind. A non-dramatic, dull planet to some, a haven to most.
Writing blogs , i personally feel acts like a hanky. Blow your nose and keep it away. Ok i know thats grosse, but thats the first thing that came to my mind. Speaking of mind, sometimes i spend hours on end trying to understand how does this super organ work. It stores and remembers dates, days, timetables, constants,variables, calorific vals of each food, metabolic cycles, stuff we study, or even read once while trying to cover a syllabus soo vast.
And let me not forget the emotions it is capable of producing. Happiness-the endorphin high, excitement-the adrenaline high, stress-the epinephrine high...and so on. And all it mainly requires to function is not some great wonder food, but merely glucose. Seems wonderful!
It tells you when you are having fun, getting bored, feeling happy, or depressed.
Imagine a day with no mind of our own. A world devoid of opinions, ideas, ingenuity. How plastic. The only thing then capable by a mindless human is survival. We would no doubt survive, just like the others in our kingdom, but never really understand the meaning of our existence.No self actualised-evangelists required. Love would merely be a chemical activity, which would occur between two individuals, so as to help them copulate. Survival of the fittest would take over our feelings of humanity, care and concern.The self-destruction of our planet would seize, and maybe our future generation would survive in a healthier atmosphere, living long and fruitful lives.
So when I reason with myself, I see myself bending towards a world without a mind. A non-dramatic, dull planet to some, a haven to most.
The diwALI-RAMzan connection.
Its not that obvious from the title itself. Just as people in India would like it. Subtle mentions in people's blogs. But I'm not trying to fit in their criteria. If they had the power they would control the mention of sexuality in front of the 'young' minds so as to prevent perverting them.What hypocrisy i must add.
But religion is something close to their hearts. Some wear it on their sleeves, most choose to be neutral and rarely one may find the ideal striking a balance.
The ones displaying it are fervent fanatics, intolerable and idiotic to a certain level. These people have egos which are hurt so easily that one may even wonder when and why. They feel superior to the Lot. They feel they have the right, the supremacy and the power to change the future by indulging in foolish outcries, which not only proves to affect the health , sanity and interests of other people, but also sometimes compromises their own. But do they mind? I guess not.
The ones who choose to be neutral sometimes maybe a cause of concern too. They have the same loud emotions in their hearts, but only fail to participate in the outcry. Thus, what results is a somewhat muted expression of their emotion, which in turn further disappoints them. They maybe the ones bursting the loudest of crackers or throwing the grandest of Id-parties, but they never go beyond that. When its the time to show communal harmony, they put their best foot forward. On the other hand when its time to show communal hatred these neutrals put on masks and participate with the intentions of safeguarding their interest.
The Ideal is a rare find. Not only do they understand and appreciate other religions, they participate in their festivities not only for the namesake, but with an open heart and mind, thoroughly enjoying the culture and tradition the festival endures. They are never judgemental, nor do they ever compare. They promote communal harmony by being impartial, which brings out the true essence of people. They discourage hatred among equals by bringing to light issues which usually are kept in the dark , which tend to be the breeding grounds for fear.
So all i ask of people is to:
light a diya in their hearts to find their ideal,
distribute shirkurma, not merely as a sweet, but to sweeten bitter hearts,
thus, making our diverse country an example of unity, tolerance and brotherhood.
But religion is something close to their hearts. Some wear it on their sleeves, most choose to be neutral and rarely one may find the ideal striking a balance.
The ones displaying it are fervent fanatics, intolerable and idiotic to a certain level. These people have egos which are hurt so easily that one may even wonder when and why. They feel superior to the Lot. They feel they have the right, the supremacy and the power to change the future by indulging in foolish outcries, which not only proves to affect the health , sanity and interests of other people, but also sometimes compromises their own. But do they mind? I guess not.
The ones who choose to be neutral sometimes maybe a cause of concern too. They have the same loud emotions in their hearts, but only fail to participate in the outcry. Thus, what results is a somewhat muted expression of their emotion, which in turn further disappoints them. They maybe the ones bursting the loudest of crackers or throwing the grandest of Id-parties, but they never go beyond that. When its the time to show communal harmony, they put their best foot forward. On the other hand when its time to show communal hatred these neutrals put on masks and participate with the intentions of safeguarding their interest.
The Ideal is a rare find. Not only do they understand and appreciate other religions, they participate in their festivities not only for the namesake, but with an open heart and mind, thoroughly enjoying the culture and tradition the festival endures. They are never judgemental, nor do they ever compare. They promote communal harmony by being impartial, which brings out the true essence of people. They discourage hatred among equals by bringing to light issues which usually are kept in the dark , which tend to be the breeding grounds for fear.
So all i ask of people is to:
light a diya in their hearts to find their ideal,
distribute shirkurma, not merely as a sweet, but to sweeten bitter hearts,
thus, making our diverse country an example of unity, tolerance and brotherhood.
Sunday, October 07, 2007
I ’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know, from hell.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the whole long day
To an admiring bog!
Victory comes late,
And is held low to freezing lips
Too rapt with frost
To take it.
How sweet it would have tasted,
Just a drop!
Was God so economical?
His table’s spread too high for us
Unless we dine on tip-toe.
Crumbs fit such little mouths.
IF I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
I shall not live in vain.
I asked no other thing,
NO OTHER THING was denied...!
And yeah...i live one simple life.
~J.S.
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know, from hell.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the whole long day
To an admiring bog!
Victory comes late,
And is held low to freezing lips
Too rapt with frost
To take it.
How sweet it would have tasted,
Just a drop!
Was God so economical?
His table’s spread too high for us
Unless we dine on tip-toe.
Crumbs fit such little mouths.
IF I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
I shall not live in vain.
I asked no other thing,
NO OTHER THING was denied...!
And yeah...i live one simple life.
~J.S.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Im leaving on a jet plane...Janis
This song was first released by John Denver.
And then..
The greatest white female rock singer of the 1960s, Janis Joplin tried her version of this classic. Though women's liberation had just sowed its seed in those times, her song showed some glimpses of the future. The future which had women taking the lead in everyman's domain. Although she was never appreciated during her time,which ususally is the case seen with futurists, i believe she made her own mark in the rock domain, originally meant only for men.
Thus, i feel obligated to add this to my blog.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tp-szo5Q96A
Lyrics:
All my bags are packed
Im ready to go
Im standin here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin
Its early morn
The taxis waitin
Hes blowin his horn
Already Im so lonesome
I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Theres so many times Ive let you down
So many times Ive played around
I tell you now, they dont mean a thing
Every place I go, Ill think of you
Every song I sing, Ill sing for you
When I come back, Ill bring your wedding ring
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time
Let me kiss you
Then close your eyes
Ill be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I wont have to leave alone
About the times, I wont have to say
Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
But, Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go..
And then..
The greatest white female rock singer of the 1960s, Janis Joplin tried her version of this classic. Though women's liberation had just sowed its seed in those times, her song showed some glimpses of the future. The future which had women taking the lead in everyman's domain. Although she was never appreciated during her time,which ususally is the case seen with futurists, i believe she made her own mark in the rock domain, originally meant only for men.
Thus, i feel obligated to add this to my blog.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tp-szo5Q96A
Lyrics:
All my bags are packed
Im ready to go
Im standin here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin
Its early morn
The taxis waitin
Hes blowin his horn
Already Im so lonesome
I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Theres so many times Ive let you down
So many times Ive played around
I tell you now, they dont mean a thing
Every place I go, Ill think of you
Every song I sing, Ill sing for you
When I come back, Ill bring your wedding ring
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
Now the time has come to leave you
One more time
Let me kiss you
Then close your eyes
Ill be on my way
Dream about the days to come
When I wont have to leave alone
About the times, I wont have to say
Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
But, Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go..
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Trust a man for what he is worth,
Not for what he seems.
Even if his outside is deterring,
It is his inside that gleams.
May he be near, or he be far,
Distance does not play a role.
All that matters in a friend,
Is if he cares for your soul.
All people hear, but few do listen.
All people look, but few do see.
Take your time to count your blessings,
For friends are few and far between.
Life is a road that leads to happiness,
But it’s not smooth at all.
Only a true friend helps you up,
When you trip on sorrow and fall.
I don’t need money
and I don’t need fame.
I want a life that’s not a sham,
I want to be with those around me,
With those who love me for who I am.
~J.S.
Not for what he seems.
Even if his outside is deterring,
It is his inside that gleams.
May he be near, or he be far,
Distance does not play a role.
All that matters in a friend,
Is if he cares for your soul.
All people hear, but few do listen.
All people look, but few do see.
Take your time to count your blessings,
For friends are few and far between.
Life is a road that leads to happiness,
But it’s not smooth at all.
Only a true friend helps you up,
When you trip on sorrow and fall.
I don’t need money
and I don’t need fame.
I want a life that’s not a sham,
I want to be with those around me,
With those who love me for who I am.
~J.S.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Of momos, mousse and everything in between..
Food has always been the comfort factor for me. Theres no denial to the fact that good food always seems to lift low spirits. But as of everyone, i too have some absolutes which i feel must be mentioned in my blog.So here are some of my all timers, the food i can count on to make me "happy", no matter what!
The sweets:
Never been a fan of indian traditional ghee laden sweets {no offence to those who like it k..} , my version of sweet means something of the following order:
Mousse: Though chocolate is always on the menu, my mom recently made the mock-lemon version, for which i have developed an addiction .
Cheesecakes: Although really calorie giving the kiwi one at Dorabjee can make any blue dissapear.
Chocolate brownies with or w/o vanilla icecream: Best ones:mom-made, ranking close are the german bakery ones, followed by Barista.
Chocolate-walnut cake: i sincerely prefer the sinful cake-n-counter ones~to the rest.
Moving to my other favs:
Momos, dimsums, wantons, dumplings: These tibetian-chinese-cantonese-thai innovations, served steaming hot , in the monsoons~yumm. Full of flavour for those who have developed a taste for these goodies, they are my abso-favs, if thats a word.
Pav-bhaji, wada pav, marzo/sub-sandwiches, and SPDP{kalyan/murlibhaiya}: Cant do without these junk ofcourse.
Idliwadadosa sambar:Udipi foods are the delightful sunday breakfast.
okay...ill stop here for i can go on rambling about everything i love to eat.
The intention for this post was that i totally feel that the food one eats can affect/influnce one's mood for good.
The sweets:
Never been a fan of indian traditional ghee laden sweets {no offence to those who like it k..} , my version of sweet means something of the following order:
Mousse: Though chocolate is always on the menu, my mom recently made the mock-lemon version, for which i have developed an addiction .
Cheesecakes: Although really calorie giving the kiwi one at Dorabjee can make any blue dissapear.
Chocolate brownies with or w/o vanilla icecream: Best ones:mom-made, ranking close are the german bakery ones, followed by Barista.
Chocolate-walnut cake: i sincerely prefer the sinful cake-n-counter ones~to the rest.
Moving to my other favs:
Momos, dimsums, wantons, dumplings: These tibetian-chinese-cantonese-thai innovations, served steaming hot , in the monsoons~yumm. Full of flavour for those who have developed a taste for these goodies, they are my abso-favs, if thats a word.
Pav-bhaji, wada pav, marzo/sub-sandwiches, and SPDP{kalyan/murlibhaiya}: Cant do without these junk ofcourse.
Idliwadadosa sambar:Udipi foods are the delightful sunday breakfast.
okay...ill stop here for i can go on rambling about everything i love to eat.
The intention for this post was that i totally feel that the food one eats can affect/influnce one's mood for good.
And yes, im a total foodie!heheh!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Good night and God bless..
He comes tired from his graveyard shift, makes himself an instant cappuchino, and sits on his favorite recliner where his laptop is on his lap. He stares into a new world, right there in front of him and starts with greeting people "good morning".He later checks his 5 email accounts, just forward crap from his friends.But tonight, hes got a lot on his mind. He has a blog to write. Oh...what shall he pen today? His day was pretty unadventurous to mention. Should he write about his girlfriend's dilemma while choosing the right shoes? Or should he describe his boss's indifference towards his work? Or maybe pen his growing contempt towards the "thespian"world? He chooses his topic with care, affection and as an outlet for his despair.
Ahh...that must have felt nice!
Its late now, time for bed and to log off the net. He does it with a little smiled curved on his face. And then he sleeps. Resting, resting and then finally, he passes into another world without even registering the fact that the pain was radiating from his heart. Tomorrow, his wife will find him on the sofa. Not alive. But when the funeral is over and everyone who knew him go back to living without him, the ones who really cared are left feeling sad. But there is hope. There is a message waiting for them to read, written by his own words, on the night before he passed on.
So all i must say is : God bless this blogging generation!
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Words~
I'll be there..
If you have ever had to call a friend in the middle of the night when your car has broken down some miles from home, you will know how good it feels to hear the phrase " I'll be there". Being there for another person is the greatest gift one can give. When we are truly present for other people, important things happen to them and us.We are renewed in love and friendship.We are restored emotionally and spiritually.Being there is at the very core of civility.
I miss you..
Perhaps many couples would be saved if they simply and sincerely say to each other,"I miss you". This powerful affirmation tells partners they are wanted, needed, desired and loved.
Maybe you're right...
This phrase is highly effective in diffusng an argument and restoring frayed emotions. The flip side to "maybe you're right" is admitting "maybe im wrong". Let us face it. When you have an intense argument with someone, all you do is cement the other's point of view.They ,or you, will not change their stance and you run the risk of seriously damaging the relationship between the two of you.Saying "maybe u'r right" can open the door to further explore the subject, in which you may then have an opportunity to get your view across in a more rational manner.
Let me help..
The best of friends see a need and try to fill it.When they spot a hurt, they do what they can to heal it. Without being asked, they pitch in and help.
I thank you..
Gratitude is an exquisite form of courtesy.People who enjoy the companionship of good close friends are those who do not take daily courtesies for granted. They are quick to thank their friends for their many expressions of kindness. On the other hand, people whose circle of friends is severely constricted, often donot have the attitude of gratitude.
I trust you..
Respecting and trust is another way of showing love. It conveys tha feeling that another person is a true equal. If you talk to your children as if they were adults, you will strenghten the bonds and become close friends. This applies to all inter-personal relationships.
Go for it..
We are all unique.D'ont ry to get your friends to conform to your ideals.Support them in their pursuits of interest. no matter how weird they seem to you. Everyone has dreams, dreams that are unique to that person only. Encourage your friends to follow what is close to their hearts. Tell them to " go for it".
Please forgive me..
All of us are vulnerable to faults and failures. A man should never be ashamed to own up that he has been in the wrong, which is saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesyerday.
I love you..
Perhaps the most abused but most important three wors\ds that you can say. Telling someone that you truly love them satisfies a person's deepest emotional needs. The need to belong, according to Maslow's hierarchy, ranks 3rd, only after basic needs and security.Your spouse, parents,children,friends and you, all need to hear these three little heartfelt words" I love you".
Thus, i would like to end this by quoting," Its only words and words are all i have to take ur heart away".
If you have ever had to call a friend in the middle of the night when your car has broken down some miles from home, you will know how good it feels to hear the phrase " I'll be there". Being there for another person is the greatest gift one can give. When we are truly present for other people, important things happen to them and us.We are renewed in love and friendship.We are restored emotionally and spiritually.Being there is at the very core of civility.
I miss you..
Perhaps many couples would be saved if they simply and sincerely say to each other,"I miss you". This powerful affirmation tells partners they are wanted, needed, desired and loved.
Maybe you're right...
This phrase is highly effective in diffusng an argument and restoring frayed emotions. The flip side to "maybe you're right" is admitting "maybe im wrong". Let us face it. When you have an intense argument with someone, all you do is cement the other's point of view.They ,or you, will not change their stance and you run the risk of seriously damaging the relationship between the two of you.Saying "maybe u'r right" can open the door to further explore the subject, in which you may then have an opportunity to get your view across in a more rational manner.
Let me help..
The best of friends see a need and try to fill it.When they spot a hurt, they do what they can to heal it. Without being asked, they pitch in and help.
I thank you..
Gratitude is an exquisite form of courtesy.People who enjoy the companionship of good close friends are those who do not take daily courtesies for granted. They are quick to thank their friends for their many expressions of kindness. On the other hand, people whose circle of friends is severely constricted, often donot have the attitude of gratitude.
I trust you..
Respecting and trust is another way of showing love. It conveys tha feeling that another person is a true equal. If you talk to your children as if they were adults, you will strenghten the bonds and become close friends. This applies to all inter-personal relationships.
Go for it..
We are all unique.D'ont ry to get your friends to conform to your ideals.Support them in their pursuits of interest. no matter how weird they seem to you. Everyone has dreams, dreams that are unique to that person only. Encourage your friends to follow what is close to their hearts. Tell them to " go for it".
Please forgive me..
All of us are vulnerable to faults and failures. A man should never be ashamed to own up that he has been in the wrong, which is saying, in other words, that he is wiser today than he was yesyerday.
I love you..
Perhaps the most abused but most important three wors\ds that you can say. Telling someone that you truly love them satisfies a person's deepest emotional needs. The need to belong, according to Maslow's hierarchy, ranks 3rd, only after basic needs and security.Your spouse, parents,children,friends and you, all need to hear these three little heartfelt words" I love you".
Thus, i would like to end this by quoting," Its only words and words are all i have to take ur heart away".
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
"When was the last time did u feel happy?...and i mean unconditional happiness.No strings attached."
This was what i was asked at the mandatory counselling session. Left me in the lurch for sometime coz for this i really had to think.Think hard.Yup i could have faked. Said something just randomly. But that wasnt supposed to be. For this question was stuck in my brain, a funnily equiped organ, and those words kept revolving in my mind like a stuck record.
In this day and age where people are busy making preparations for being "happy" in their future, i really wonder when will they ever get the time to enjoy their personally stored happiness quota? If its ever meant to be, i wonder what will 60+ people do? Anyways i donot wish to dwell into that topic, as that would make limited reading. What i want to get into is:
What is "unconditional happiness"?
Is it the comfort of knowing that we are secure from the dangers in life?Or is it a feeling that spills over u when u top ur class?Or it the getting everything one desires?
For all this i believe there never can be happiness which is unconditional. Everything temporary or tangible cannot be a source of unconditional happiness.
The fact that i had to think to answer this simple question puts mee to shame. For there cannot be a more simple answer to this question. The answer to this question is "I feel happy just knowing that i can "feel" happy"....hehehe!...waht better way to define an emotion~totally abstact!
This was what i was asked at the mandatory counselling session. Left me in the lurch for sometime coz for this i really had to think.Think hard.Yup i could have faked. Said something just randomly. But that wasnt supposed to be. For this question was stuck in my brain, a funnily equiped organ, and those words kept revolving in my mind like a stuck record.
In this day and age where people are busy making preparations for being "happy" in their future, i really wonder when will they ever get the time to enjoy their personally stored happiness quota? If its ever meant to be, i wonder what will 60+ people do? Anyways i donot wish to dwell into that topic, as that would make limited reading. What i want to get into is:
What is "unconditional happiness"?
Is it the comfort of knowing that we are secure from the dangers in life?Or is it a feeling that spills over u when u top ur class?Or it the getting everything one desires?
For all this i believe there never can be happiness which is unconditional. Everything temporary or tangible cannot be a source of unconditional happiness.
The fact that i had to think to answer this simple question puts mee to shame. For there cannot be a more simple answer to this question. The answer to this question is "I feel happy just knowing that i can "feel" happy"....hehehe!...waht better way to define an emotion~totally abstact!
Sunday, June 17, 2007
“Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers, the next day you're gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul. I remember a place, a town, a house like a lot of other houses, a yard like a lot of other yards, on a street like a lot of other streets. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back, with wonder.”
— Daniel Stern as the narrator, The Wonder Years
I soo wish i were young, to enjoy life sans care and consiousness in my mind,
I soo wish i could have fun of each and every kind.
I wish and i hope and i pray to thee,
To keep most of us young and childlike and free.
For life as it moves from sunrise to sunset,
Brings with it mirth and doubt and regret.
— Daniel Stern as the narrator, The Wonder Years
I soo wish i were young, to enjoy life sans care and consiousness in my mind,
I soo wish i could have fun of each and every kind.
I wish and i hope and i pray to thee,
To keep most of us young and childlike and free.
For life as it moves from sunrise to sunset,
Brings with it mirth and doubt and regret.
Monday, June 11, 2007
No plan equals good plan!
This was kind of sudden. My aunt calls at 9 in the evening to inform mee that we are leaving for a picnic the next day. Yeah right...i think, this is soo not going to happen. But to keep up wid her enthusiasm i keep my enthu going full swing. The next day i get up and get going wid my usual stuff...and just then she calls. I first thought she must have called only to cancel, but to my surprise the Qualis was ready to roll. With no packing done the previous night, i started running around to find my travel essentials. In 15mins i was stand at my gate ready for them to pick mee up. And off we were to a place not seen by mee. Yes i was excited, yes i was trilled, coz i too like most human love and seek adventure.
We reached late evening to a place called "dive agar". Weird name and equally wierd place. Now in this modern day and age, where will one find a place wid 1.}No network i.e no airtel/idea/hutch signal2.}No pay phones for miles 3.} No cable for the t.v.
With all the modern timepass cut, i thought, "Thank God they've atleast got electricity.", but i was soon to be learning that they had powercuts for a min of 3 hrs...
Insipte of all this info, we had an awesome dinner which included the likes of oriental-tandoori-seafood staples...yummmmm!
The next morning we leave the comforts of our ACed MTDC cottage/tent and head out to "The Beach". Here i must say that upto this point we only had heard the sound of the waves, but when we entered from the thick shrubs into the golden sand...what we saw was priceless.
The sea looked clam with a naughty glimpse in its eyes. The sand was soft and the climate just perfect. It wasnt very hot and neither very humid, however the afternoons werent very pleasant. All we did was~[ate*played*slept]n.....and had a superb time...
I write all this not merely because i want to make mes amis a little jalous...but for highlighting that...."No plan equals good plan"...for i am sure if this trip was planned, it would never have turned out as a truly memorable and cherishable experience!
Go ahead ppl, be imPULSive!!!!
We reached late evening to a place called "dive agar". Weird name and equally wierd place. Now in this modern day and age, where will one find a place wid 1.}No network i.e no airtel/idea/hutch signal2.}No pay phones for miles 3.} No cable for the t.v.
With all the modern timepass cut, i thought, "Thank God they've atleast got electricity.", but i was soon to be learning that they had powercuts for a min of 3 hrs...
Insipte of all this info, we had an awesome dinner which included the likes of oriental-tandoori-seafood staples...yummmmm!
The next morning we leave the comforts of our ACed MTDC cottage/tent
The sea looked clam with a naughty glimpse in its eyes. The sand was soft and the climate just perfect. It wasnt very hot and neither very humid, however the afternoons werent very pleasant. All we did was~[ate*played*slept]n.....and had a superb time...
I write all this not merely because i want to make mes amis a little jalous...but for highlighting that...."No plan equals good plan"...for i am sure if this trip was planned, it would never have turned out as a truly memorable and cherishable experience!
Go ahead ppl, be imPULSive!!!!
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