Here arrives a delayed post about “America Appalamma”. It’s her birthday…And this is her present!!
Appalamma is 23 now…A girl who has transformed into a beautiful , confident woman, who brings a huge smile on your face, brightens up your day, lightens your heart!!
Now you people might be wondering why did I call this woman “America Appalamma”. That’s how she is universally referred to as. Boy! Does she look like a girl born and brought up in the U.S of A?? I don’t think so…This salwar-kameez clad babe is way too Indian. Shows how rich her culture is. A traditional telugu pilla.
Pranava Akka (as I call her) is one of the most unassumingly witty and deceptively intelligent people I have ever come across. Fun, spontaneous and highly emotional, the girl loves to do everything. Sing, dance, sprint up the success ladder, party hard, and know what? She is awesome at almost everything she does! It’s her wonderful, almost wild way to meet life head-on that makes her such a captivating person!
Quite nonchalant about everything that doesn’t immediately concern her,You either love her, or you be friends with her...but u simply cant hate her! The only negative aspect I can think about her is the fact that the girl puts emotions before logic, almost always! But she is your friend for life, and babe, I am extremely lucky to have you around! And oh before i forget ...she is drop dead gorgeous!...luv ya
“PRANAVA” its really difficult to describe my relationship with my sis because I believe its so rare and unique... She really is a rare find. A gift to me from the Lord. Temperamental yet stable, my sis always has her feet on the ground..even with all her achievement she never gloats about anything. Humility is her best quality...Her bubbly charm can liven up your day.. The last few months have been the best since I get to chat with her regularly. We never lost that "sisy" touch...and I promise you..We never will...
Marriage has always been a hot topic of discussion in our “girly-sisy” chit-chats. Akka is a lucky girl. She is all set to marry the man of her dreams. I am so happy for her. I know they’ll make an awesome couple. May God bless them with wonderful lives!!
Akka is a lady who uses her head and heart judiciously and with fantastic amount of harmony by way of being extremely objective ,rational, analytical and logical and is also emotionally strong, reasonably sensitive and proportionately sentimental. She under no circumstances can be dislodged from this balance she has acquired through her conviction and steadfast resolve .Akka’s commitment to her career and vocation is commendable and exemplary where in she doesn't let setbacks and shortcomings of any nature affect her momentum and create insurmountable stumbling blocks, her determination and resilience ensures she overcomes all odds and emerges triumphant.
Akka is a patient listener, empathetic friend and sagacious companion, her advice and suggestions always prove to be efficacious and profound. Akka’s level of maturity is just splendid her insight into niceties of life and relationships has undertones of a seasoned counselor. Akka is bluntness personified calls a spade a spade.
Happy Birthday, Akka!! Love you!!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Saturday, January 31, 2009
The funnier part of life!!
Achievement through discipline is one of your keynotes in this lifetime. To fulfill your soul purpose you will need much patience, tenacity, endurance, and most likely a long period of apprenticeship or labor. You are equipped by nature to withstand the periods of self-denial, austerity, grueling study, repetitive practice, or "doing without" that your path in life requires. Serious about your aims and, above all, a realist, you are willing to pay your dues in order to get where you want to go, and whether your goal is spiritual attainment, development of a talent, or material success, you want to go to the top. Some degree of rigorous training or hardship (inner or outer) is apt to be a prerequisite to your eventual achievement, Sindhu, and unlike apparently "luckier" souls, you have to work hard and pull your own weight early in life. Often, too, you have to wait, to delay gratification, and plan your strategies very carefully and shrewdly in order to gain your desired ends. Through this, you develop a certain toughness and firmness, emotional detachment, inner resourcefulness and self-determination, which keeps you going when the road gets a little rocky on the way to the pinnacle you are aiming for. One pitfall you need to beware of is your tendency to become hardened and cynical, secretly envious of those whose way is less orduous or whose outlook and attitude is more trusting and carefree (irresponsible and immature, to your way of thinking). You seem to be given more "tests", frustration, responsibilities, restrictions than others, and as a result, tend to view the world as an unfriendly place or life as a struggle. It is important for you not to become bitter because of this, or to try to take shortcuts, as these will almost certainly come back to haunt you later. The first half of your life, in particular, may seem heavy or hard, while the fruits of your steady efforts come to you later .
The essence of this lifetime is that you must prove yourself, Sindhu, and this you know at a deep level, and feel as a sort of inner pressure. (it can be next to impossible to get you to relax and enjoy yourself, to waste time or money or anything frivolous, or to gamble on anything you are not certain will yield real, tangible benefits). Because of your very strong (even if undefined) sense of purpose. Even your recreation is apt to be done in a calculated manner. You weigh the potential risks involved, and usually on the side of safety, for you have a very strong head to know where you are going and to be in control. Thus, the true experience of play tends to elude you, since it requires letting go of control, a certain indifference to results in preference for a free flowing openness to the moment. You do have a rather dry, ironic sense of humor, and it is important for you to keep that side of you alive as it gives you balance and a healthy perspective on things.
The essence of this lifetime is that you must prove yourself, Sindhu, and this you know at a deep level, and feel as a sort of inner pressure. (it can be next to impossible to get you to relax and enjoy yourself, to waste time or money or anything frivolous, or to gamble on anything you are not certain will yield real, tangible benefits). Because of your very strong (even if undefined) sense of purpose. Even your recreation is apt to be done in a calculated manner. You weigh the potential risks involved, and usually on the side of safety, for you have a very strong head to know where you are going and to be in control. Thus, the true experience of play tends to elude you, since it requires letting go of control, a certain indifference to results in preference for a free flowing openness to the moment. You do have a rather dry, ironic sense of humor, and it is important for you to keep that side of you alive as it gives you balance and a healthy perspective on things.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Too many thoughts all at once
In the blink of an eye, the truth seemed to dawn on me. The variegated nature of a life led so far in perfect harmony with the external world. I speak, ofcourse, about myself. But where do I start? Let me see now....let me start at the beginning.
I always thought that Indians have an uncontrollable urge to be in front. Figuratively and literally as well, if you might have observed while waiting at a traffic signal, every single driver endeavours to squeeze in the small space,just a few feet ahead, and in doing so, satisfies his/her urge to get ahead. Of what you may ask? The perfect beauty of it lies in the fact that he/she is inching forward for the sake of being in front of the person behind. Penny wise and pound foolish is all I can say.
My mind races. And I am faced by my mother who gives me my first lesson in getting ahead. "Make sure you sit in the first row in class. Otherwise, you will not be able to hear what the teacher says and she will not be able to see you."And sitting right in front was an honour that our teacher used to confer on the bright alecs of the class.
We also have an urge to defy. The way historians have glorified the concept of civil disobedience in our struggle for independence has had a profound impact on our society. It has become a norm rather than a last resort and the last time I defied anything, it felt really good. But that also brings me to the problem of concensus-building in a democracy where every individual has a mind of his own.It is a marvel that we manage to agree on anything at all! And to lead such a diverse group of people is in itself an achievement, one that I give due credit for, to the leaders of our country.
On the question of beliefs, I just realised how tied-down we are in our own superstitions. It is a paranoia that has been handed to us as a legacy. I blame it on our lack of education. How else can one explain the importance of one particular day of the week over the other? I am also amongst those people who believe Thursday is holy. Reason : I have complete faith in Sai Baba. And I believe it is His day. And what is it with these days anyway? I have seen people cut their nails ans shave their heads on Tuesdays and Fridays but they have never been jinxed, cursed, hexed .Ironically, I don't cut my nails on these days. I simply put the blame on my mother. Am I being honest? No. The fact is that I fear being jinxed, cursed, hexed. I do. Being educated, if I think so, how can I expect an uneducated person to come off it? I definitely can't. The dividing line between the literate and the educated is becoming clearer now. And why can't we defy this legacy of ours?
We also have an urge to revere. From making temples for film stars to honouring PhDs. with the highest office of our country, we do it all. From blind faith in the multitude of gurus to heinous massacre of hundreds on the basis of religion,we have seen it all. I have always wondered if I could make a Hindu angry by saying that I mistook him for a Muslim. I wonder if, even a small statement like, "you look so much like a muslim friend of mine" to a Hindu would offend him. Deep inside, it probably would because if we look closely, there is a look that many of us endeavour to maintain that identifies us with the flock. It is a basic instinct that makes us form communities. And whether it be the vermilion on our foreheads or the goatees or even modification in our bodies, all of it seeks to provide identity and allegience to a community. We are probably too afraid to be just as we are.
We also lack discipline. That is probably, without doubt, the greatest regret of this country. We can never follow lanes while driving. We can never keep our trains running on time. We always take the other person's time for granted. Now all in the city is spared from dogs and men alike.
But what we do not realise is that discipline is so strongly related to our freedom. Once we lose discipline, we lose a bit of freedom as well. Because we are not disciplined in our adherence to traffic rules, we lose the freedom of managing our time and angrily condemn the government for not making wider roads and enforcing traffic rules. Because we seek to make every erect wall in the city a urinal, we lose the freedom of taking a stroll in the city on foot without drinking in draughts of ammonia.
Finally, though our Prime Minister has said that we are the largest democracy and a responsible nuclear power we are also one of the slowest and most lethargic nations and all for our own idiosyncracies. Again, I must say, it is a marvel that we have reached thus far at all. Hats off to Hind!
I always thought that Indians have an uncontrollable urge to be in front. Figuratively and literally as well, if you might have observed while waiting at a traffic signal, every single driver endeavours to squeeze in the small space,just a few feet ahead, and in doing so, satisfies his/her urge to get ahead. Of what you may ask? The perfect beauty of it lies in the fact that he/she is inching forward for the sake of being in front of the person behind. Penny wise and pound foolish is all I can say.
My mind races. And I am faced by my mother who gives me my first lesson in getting ahead. "Make sure you sit in the first row in class. Otherwise, you will not be able to hear what the teacher says and she will not be able to see you."And sitting right in front was an honour that our teacher used to confer on the bright alecs of the class.
We also have an urge to defy. The way historians have glorified the concept of civil disobedience in our struggle for independence has had a profound impact on our society. It has become a norm rather than a last resort and the last time I defied anything, it felt really good. But that also brings me to the problem of concensus-building in a democracy where every individual has a mind of his own.It is a marvel that we manage to agree on anything at all! And to lead such a diverse group of people is in itself an achievement, one that I give due credit for, to the leaders of our country.
On the question of beliefs, I just realised how tied-down we are in our own superstitions. It is a paranoia that has been handed to us as a legacy. I blame it on our lack of education. How else can one explain the importance of one particular day of the week over the other? I am also amongst those people who believe Thursday is holy. Reason : I have complete faith in Sai Baba. And I believe it is His day. And what is it with these days anyway? I have seen people cut their nails ans shave their heads on Tuesdays and Fridays but they have never been jinxed, cursed, hexed .Ironically, I don't cut my nails on these days. I simply put the blame on my mother. Am I being honest? No. The fact is that I fear being jinxed, cursed, hexed. I do. Being educated, if I think so, how can I expect an uneducated person to come off it? I definitely can't. The dividing line between the literate and the educated is becoming clearer now. And why can't we defy this legacy of ours?
We also have an urge to revere. From making temples for film stars to honouring PhDs. with the highest office of our country, we do it all. From blind faith in the multitude of gurus to heinous massacre of hundreds on the basis of religion,we have seen it all. I have always wondered if I could make a Hindu angry by saying that I mistook him for a Muslim. I wonder if, even a small statement like, "you look so much like a muslim friend of mine" to a Hindu would offend him. Deep inside, it probably would because if we look closely, there is a look that many of us endeavour to maintain that identifies us with the flock. It is a basic instinct that makes us form communities. And whether it be the vermilion on our foreheads or the goatees or even modification in our bodies, all of it seeks to provide identity and allegience to a community. We are probably too afraid to be just as we are.
We also lack discipline. That is probably, without doubt, the greatest regret of this country. We can never follow lanes while driving. We can never keep our trains running on time. We always take the other person's time for granted. Now all in the city is spared from dogs and men alike.
But what we do not realise is that discipline is so strongly related to our freedom. Once we lose discipline, we lose a bit of freedom as well. Because we are not disciplined in our adherence to traffic rules, we lose the freedom of managing our time and angrily condemn the government for not making wider roads and enforcing traffic rules. Because we seek to make every erect wall in the city a urinal, we lose the freedom of taking a stroll in the city on foot without drinking in draughts of ammonia.
Finally, though our Prime Minister has said that we are the largest democracy and a responsible nuclear power we are also one of the slowest and most lethargic nations and all for our own idiosyncracies. Again, I must say, it is a marvel that we have reached thus far at all. Hats off to Hind!
Saturday, December 27, 2008
'tis the reason to be jolly
It is a wonder how the human mind finds innumerable reasons to celebrate. Take New Year's Eve for example. It is one time of the year when there is an excitement of something ending and something new beginning. Therein lies one of the oldest concepts that we so unabashedly use in our work. Particularly we mind you. The concept of a reset.
So here goes.
Every New Year’s Eve I look back in retrospection (because one does not have any choice in the matter having been bludgeoned into looking back, by the world in general and the media and idiot box in particular) at the year gone by. I peruse through the months spent in arduous work that includes the daily struggle to pull myself out of bed and the angry bickering and noise of the traffic that I swim through, getting rather bothered and dusty I might add, in the process of leading a life. I am struck with the absolute horror of monotony not realizing that monotony pays. And pays quite well too!
It is not that I do not find anything worth noting in the year gone by. I see that I've grown a few millimetres taller (I am 5feet and almost 6 inches tall now...YAY) and I see that I am not as "round" as I was last year...LOL!! Though I am no way near being slim, I am OK now!! I couldn't get into the best of the colleges in the country, but I made it to one of the best colleges in my state/city. If there is but one thing that I would have liked to interchange, it would probably be this. Then I take note of the people. All like me and each in his/her own way, trying to be different…like me. The new people I have met and the people I fell out with. The old friends and their new found joys in study, family or children. The family members, especially the little ones grown older and the older ones ageing fast.
I take note of the decisions made in the last year. Decisions in my opinion are underrated. Especially when taken in career and money matters. For one, there is nothing much to decide if one looks objectively. It is more a choice rather than a decision. I took a new job. I wanted to study journalism after my 12th grade. But in India, people give you murderous looks if you don't end up being engineers or doctors. So, I took up engineering (I am a person who is too afraid to dare, I think....It does not mean that I don't have the Gryffindor courage. Thank you very much. I am very brave but for making people around me happy, I took this up... I am plenty much of a journalist when I blog. And I can definitely interact with people through this medium) I took up this job...A job as a graduating student. Made a decision and then made a choice. Then of course, I moved into a new house (I am talking of my college. I believe its unlikely you'll understand or gain anything in a place you are not comfortable with) and spent a considerable amount of effort trying to make it into a home. There is still something missing, they tell me, one involving major decision taking and one I am happy to procrastinate about.
I take note of humanity. And the lack thereof. For, the monotony that pays very well also effectively draws the shutter on the evil beings we humans are. On one hand are a people encroached upon on the pretext of WMD (WMD stands for weapon of mass destruction), not found and probably will never be found. The mutually agreeable deals struck with the big guns, the effects of which will be seen much later, when we as a people will become signatory to the NPT (The Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Nuclear Weapons, also Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty) On the other hand are the steps away from civilization with the great Hindutva movement and the Islamic Jehad and the alarming effects of the fight against terrorism and also, as always, terrorism itself.
Then I take note no more. Being much too tired to go on in retrospect. Just before 12 midnight, in the din of fireworks and the cries of exhalted and high spirited people (literally), I reach out for the reset button. I promise to break the monotony. I promise to make amends and I promise to eat less and work out to stay thin. I promise to try and make the world a better place.
A few days later, the entire world realizes that its reset has failed.
Disclaimer : I don't own anything related to Harry Potter apart from my copies of the books. I mentioned Gryffindor here. It belongs to JKR wholly, may be partly to Warner bros., bloomsburry, scholastic and raincoat books . I am not making any profit out of this word :)
So here goes.
Every New Year’s Eve I look back in retrospection (because one does not have any choice in the matter having been bludgeoned into looking back, by the world in general and the media and idiot box in particular) at the year gone by. I peruse through the months spent in arduous work that includes the daily struggle to pull myself out of bed and the angry bickering and noise of the traffic that I swim through, getting rather bothered and dusty I might add, in the process of leading a life. I am struck with the absolute horror of monotony not realizing that monotony pays. And pays quite well too!
It is not that I do not find anything worth noting in the year gone by. I see that I've grown a few millimetres taller (I am 5feet and almost 6 inches tall now...YAY) and I see that I am not as "round" as I was last year...LOL!! Though I am no way near being slim, I am OK now!! I couldn't get into the best of the colleges in the country, but I made it to one of the best colleges in my state/city. If there is but one thing that I would have liked to interchange, it would probably be this. Then I take note of the people. All like me and each in his/her own way, trying to be different…like me. The new people I have met and the people I fell out with. The old friends and their new found joys in study, family or children. The family members, especially the little ones grown older and the older ones ageing fast.
I take note of the decisions made in the last year. Decisions in my opinion are underrated. Especially when taken in career and money matters. For one, there is nothing much to decide if one looks objectively. It is more a choice rather than a decision. I took a new job. I wanted to study journalism after my 12th grade. But in India, people give you murderous looks if you don't end up being engineers or doctors. So, I took up engineering (I am a person who is too afraid to dare, I think....It does not mean that I don't have the Gryffindor courage. Thank you very much. I am very brave but for making people around me happy, I took this up... I am plenty much of a journalist when I blog. And I can definitely interact with people through this medium) I took up this job...A job as a graduating student. Made a decision and then made a choice. Then of course, I moved into a new house (I am talking of my college. I believe its unlikely you'll understand or gain anything in a place you are not comfortable with) and spent a considerable amount of effort trying to make it into a home. There is still something missing, they tell me, one involving major decision taking and one I am happy to procrastinate about.
I take note of humanity. And the lack thereof. For, the monotony that pays very well also effectively draws the shutter on the evil beings we humans are. On one hand are a people encroached upon on the pretext of WMD (WMD stands for weapon of mass destruction), not found and probably will never be found. The mutually agreeable deals struck with the big guns, the effects of which will be seen much later, when we as a people will become signatory to the NPT (The Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Nuclear Weapons, also Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty) On the other hand are the steps away from civilization with the great Hindutva movement and the Islamic Jehad and the alarming effects of the fight against terrorism and also, as always, terrorism itself.
Then I take note no more. Being much too tired to go on in retrospect. Just before 12 midnight, in the din of fireworks and the cries of exhalted and high spirited people (literally), I reach out for the reset button. I promise to break the monotony. I promise to make amends and I promise to eat less and work out to stay thin. I promise to try and make the world a better place.
A few days later, the entire world realizes that its reset has failed.
Disclaimer : I don't own anything related to Harry Potter apart from my copies of the books. I mentioned Gryffindor here. It belongs to JKR wholly, may be partly to Warner bros., bloomsburry, scholastic and raincoat books . I am not making any profit out of this word :)
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Happiness....What is it????
Hey friends!!!!
Have you people ever wondered what life and happiness is all about?? I am sure you have.... and I am also sure none of us have ever found any convincing answers....... well thats why life is the most mysterious thing ever created....
we see loads of people in our lives...experience a contrariety of emotions... undergo huge number of different experiences.... but at the end of the day what is it that seems to be most important for us?? what makes us feel most satisfied and happy??
Do you feel happy just because your english teacher praised your excellent expression or is it because you won the gold medal in table tennis ...or because nobody could beat you in that tough programming contest...or is it because that someone special said you looked great in blue??? well i do agree all these things make us feel great... but believe me friends none of them last..all these happiness are just momentary....
So what is it that gives us actual pleasure??? let me tell you what it is... All the real happiness and satisfaction depends on how true you have been to yourself all day... what is that small thing you have done to lighten up somebody else s pain..... to make a grieved soul laugh....
The happiness is not because your english teacher praised you.... its because you helped a friend who is poor in grammer and he got the highest marks in class..... it s not because you won a gold medal in the game...its because you had the character to step down from the game to take a sick freind to the doctor..... its not because you won or didnt win the programming contest.. its because you gave it your best shot.... its not because that someone special complimented you its because you complimented someone who is usually ridiculed.....
So dear friends .... you see what makes you actually happy???? Its not about what the world gives to us... its about what you give to the world without any desire for returns...
Have you people ever wondered what life and happiness is all about?? I am sure you have.... and I am also sure none of us have ever found any convincing answers....... well thats why life is the most mysterious thing ever created....
we see loads of people in our lives...experience a contrariety of emotions... undergo huge number of different experiences.... but at the end of the day what is it that seems to be most important for us?? what makes us feel most satisfied and happy??
Do you feel happy just because your english teacher praised your excellent expression or is it because you won the gold medal in table tennis ...or because nobody could beat you in that tough programming contest...or is it because that someone special said you looked great in blue??? well i do agree all these things make us feel great... but believe me friends none of them last..all these happiness are just momentary....
So what is it that gives us actual pleasure??? let me tell you what it is... All the real happiness and satisfaction depends on how true you have been to yourself all day... what is that small thing you have done to lighten up somebody else s pain..... to make a grieved soul laugh....
The happiness is not because your english teacher praised you.... its because you helped a friend who is poor in grammer and he got the highest marks in class..... it s not because you won a gold medal in the game...its because you had the character to step down from the game to take a sick freind to the doctor..... its not because you won or didnt win the programming contest.. its because you gave it your best shot.... its not because that someone special complimented you its because you complimented someone who is usually ridiculed.....
So dear friends .... you see what makes you actually happy???? Its not about what the world gives to us... its about what you give to the world without any desire for returns...
Monday, December 8, 2008
Just another random thought by a random
Firstly, I don't know how much sense this blog is going to make but I am gonna give it a shot anyways :)
I can trace the origin of one of my "current most haunting" thoughts to a nice lil sentence I read a few days back which goes something like this.
“Really great people make you feel that you too, can become great.”
Mr Mark Twain must have told this on one of his exceptionally intelligent days :) .
I have this really odd habit of analyzing conversations, meetings, mails, chats and the like with people long after they are done and forgotten. It gives me special pleasure in doing so because every analysis gives me a new chain of thought, something that i had totally missed when the actual interaction was happening.
I have had the pleasure of meeting some really interesting/wonderful people. Intellectuals, so called "philosophers" :), teachers, managers :P , technical people, bankers, farmers, artists, musicians, etc etc I have met them all. Though they may not have been the "really famous" ones, they have been remarkable people by themselves. Some of them have been true and honest, some kind and understanding, some proud but very capable, some proud but seriously stupid and the rest plain hypocrites.
Regardless of what profession they have been in, regardless of their origin/place/birth, there are some things that are so insultingly common in all of them/us that it makes me wonder at times about the striking simplicity that exists amidst the seemingly complex human behavior. One of them, I have made an attempt to describe in this blog. This is just a personal observation done over a period of time :).
Let us imagine a situation where we have had the chance to have a conversation/interaction with someone who is considered "good" at something. Has the conversation made you marvel at the beauty and the elegance of the job they do or has its complexity amazed you? For me, it has almost always(with a few exceptions) been the latter. I always have wondered at that point, how any mortal could do something like that within such short time and the like :). There have been exceptions where the conversation has been successful in making me understand the job/work and realize the simple but profound logic in it :).
And time and again, life has proved to me that such people who make you feel their job is the easiest on earth and you can be as good as he/she is, are the ones who really know what they are talking about :)
When I say simple, I don't mean they have done it by down playing their job or work. They have done it by stating stuff in simple, straight clear terms what the job is all about and what it takes to get there. No fancy words, no frills, nothing.
Maybe we all do it at some point.. exaggerate everything a lil more than what it actually is. Use stupid jargon and confuse others. Make it sound really nice and wonderful. The really great just don't do it.. they don't need to. And such people will always have all my respect and admiration :). Explaining something the way it is(not the way they want it to be), so that the other person understands the elegance in it is an art.. which unfortunately most people don't want to learn. Decorating something that should not be decorated might make it look nice momentarily but in turn makes it lose its central meaning, and its beauty.
Maybe we should all contribute by example to form a space devoid of hypocrites and big and empty talkers. Rather, look towards creating an environment of honesty and truth.. Looking at things as they are and telling them as they should be.
I can trace the origin of one of my "current most haunting" thoughts to a nice lil sentence I read a few days back which goes something like this.
“Really great people make you feel that you too, can become great.”
Mr Mark Twain must have told this on one of his exceptionally intelligent days :) .
I have this really odd habit of analyzing conversations, meetings, mails, chats and the like with people long after they are done and forgotten. It gives me special pleasure in doing so because every analysis gives me a new chain of thought, something that i had totally missed when the actual interaction was happening.
I have had the pleasure of meeting some really interesting/wonderful people. Intellectuals, so called "philosophers" :), teachers, managers :P , technical people, bankers, farmers, artists, musicians, etc etc I have met them all. Though they may not have been the "really famous" ones, they have been remarkable people by themselves. Some of them have been true and honest, some kind and understanding, some proud but very capable, some proud but seriously stupid and the rest plain hypocrites.
Regardless of what profession they have been in, regardless of their origin/place/birth, there are some things that are so insultingly common in all of them/us that it makes me wonder at times about the striking simplicity that exists amidst the seemingly complex human behavior. One of them, I have made an attempt to describe in this blog. This is just a personal observation done over a period of time :).
Let us imagine a situation where we have had the chance to have a conversation/interaction with someone who is considered "good" at something. Has the conversation made you marvel at the beauty and the elegance of the job they do or has its complexity amazed you? For me, it has almost always(with a few exceptions) been the latter. I always have wondered at that point, how any mortal could do something like that within such short time and the like :). There have been exceptions where the conversation has been successful in making me understand the job/work and realize the simple but profound logic in it :).
And time and again, life has proved to me that such people who make you feel their job is the easiest on earth and you can be as good as he/she is, are the ones who really know what they are talking about :)
When I say simple, I don't mean they have done it by down playing their job or work. They have done it by stating stuff in simple, straight clear terms what the job is all about and what it takes to get there. No fancy words, no frills, nothing.
Maybe we all do it at some point.. exaggerate everything a lil more than what it actually is. Use stupid jargon and confuse others. Make it sound really nice and wonderful. The really great just don't do it.. they don't need to. And such people will always have all my respect and admiration :). Explaining something the way it is(not the way they want it to be), so that the other person understands the elegance in it is an art.. which unfortunately most people don't want to learn. Decorating something that should not be decorated might make it look nice momentarily but in turn makes it lose its central meaning, and its beauty.
Maybe we should all contribute by example to form a space devoid of hypocrites and big and empty talkers. Rather, look towards creating an environment of honesty and truth.. Looking at things as they are and telling them as they should be.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
My diary...My guru....My best friend...My support system...The sidekick in MY story...lol
This post is about my personal diary!! Usually people buy diarys when they are old enough to understand its importance, I am an exception. God made my diary. That too 7 years before my birth. Insidentally I share my birthday with my diary. My diary was born on 20 september, 1984 while I was born on 20 september 1991 (hehe...I couldn't resist mentioning that). My diary has got a name (well many names). You can call it Surya, Kiran, Baccha, Keediya, Sweety, Babu, Orey Kiran Babu and what not!! But for me he is ANNA!! My anna!! I am there because of him...I owe him my existence. What would I do without him?? I am really lucky to have him. I know I have this bad habit of taking him for granted, but I can't help it, coz he pampers me like hell. We have excellent compatibilty...apart from the pillow fights (I think thats the case with all siblings ;)) But this does not mean we are alike. We have hell lot of difference...Physically, Emotionally, Intellectually and in everyway!! He is very smart, but he loves his dumb sister like crazy, trust me!! He would never accept this though :)
Even as I write this, my mind has countless thoughts. For once, I want to write about something, or to be more precise, about someone. It is so weird you know, all my previous posts have a common factor : I never had any thoughts in mind when i set out writing. Thoughts just kept coming and I kept on keying them in. But today, it's different. I know what I want to write about. I have so many thoughts in my mind. Yet here I am, totally confused!! Irony is that the person I want to write about many times said "I don't want a confused girl for a sister" and I assured hin I am no way anywhere near being confused. Now, look at me!! Life is so funny, really!That's what happens when you are very very happy I guess. That you fall short of words. I have always believed in one thing: things that are more precious to you, you should never attempt to describe them or what they mean to you. Because describing them will limit their meaning to that description while, in reality, it is actually far more than what words can explain. Because that preciousness is felt by us after all; and there is reason why they call it "feeling"! Something that can only be "felt". Something that is not in grasp of words, so that they could be explained by individuals!!My brother had called me up this morning. Fine, I was very excited. I know it isn't the first time I am speaking to him or anything (secretly I love his voice, though I'll never accept this in front of him). I revealed my mid-sem marks to instantly notice a HUGE smile break up at the other end of the receiver! Trust me, I could feel it in his voice what a huge smile it was! I spoke to him.. For not more than 2 minutes maybe.. And he told he'll call me later. And the "later" came at 4 in the evening :) Boy, wasn't I waiting!! My friends keep asking me if they'll get any chance to meet my brother...though never in front of him, I praise him a lot, you see!! I ask them to search all around to see who looks like michael schumacher :) Well, he is a very bad match for his look alike, but they have to do with him (he is about F1!! I gave a thought to it...poor kid!! he should be appreciated once a while...F1 is not a bad idea...lol) When I was born, it was like "instant chemistry"! We came, we saw, we became best friends! That's the magic of the special relation we share.
People! Kiran redefines "coolness"..frankly he's THE wierd material (like me) and thats the new "cool"..I tell him absolutely anything n everything. Well.. he is social yet tangled within his own reserved n complicated world, he has a photographic memory of each n every moment yet can be unexpectedly n unimaginably forgetful. Hez stubborn yet adaptable, rude yet breathtakingly funny, hes brutally honest yet an optimist, he can be sarcastic yet bubbly, he agrees with watever u say but his values are absolutely unshakeable, he can be loyal yet rebellious, its all this unique n magnetic personality n his contradictory nature that attract you and make you wonder "what the hell is in his mind". When hes talking you would seriously lose track of time but when hes not its like the silence is literally deafening you. whatever I have learnt from him has made me a better person n a better BEST FRIEND n a better SISTER (may be)..I hope he never changes...Though I can do with a little more respect...haha...
But like I said, I dont want to attempt to describe how wonderful a human being he is.. All I can say is he is a 10 on 10 when it comes to his compatibility with me ;) Life seems sweeter than dreams when he is around... And I want this to never ever come to an end!
Even as I write this, my mind has countless thoughts. For once, I want to write about something, or to be more precise, about someone. It is so weird you know, all my previous posts have a common factor : I never had any thoughts in mind when i set out writing. Thoughts just kept coming and I kept on keying them in. But today, it's different. I know what I want to write about. I have so many thoughts in my mind. Yet here I am, totally confused!! Irony is that the person I want to write about many times said "I don't want a confused girl for a sister" and I assured hin I am no way anywhere near being confused. Now, look at me!! Life is so funny, really!That's what happens when you are very very happy I guess. That you fall short of words. I have always believed in one thing: things that are more precious to you, you should never attempt to describe them or what they mean to you. Because describing them will limit their meaning to that description while, in reality, it is actually far more than what words can explain. Because that preciousness is felt by us after all; and there is reason why they call it "feeling"! Something that can only be "felt". Something that is not in grasp of words, so that they could be explained by individuals!!My brother had called me up this morning. Fine, I was very excited. I know it isn't the first time I am speaking to him or anything (secretly I love his voice, though I'll never accept this in front of him). I revealed my mid-sem marks to instantly notice a HUGE smile break up at the other end of the receiver! Trust me, I could feel it in his voice what a huge smile it was! I spoke to him.. For not more than 2 minutes maybe.. And he told he'll call me later. And the "later" came at 4 in the evening :) Boy, wasn't I waiting!! My friends keep asking me if they'll get any chance to meet my brother...though never in front of him, I praise him a lot, you see!! I ask them to search all around to see who looks like michael schumacher :) Well, he is a very bad match for his look alike, but they have to do with him (he is about F1!! I gave a thought to it...poor kid!! he should be appreciated once a while...F1 is not a bad idea...lol) When I was born, it was like "instant chemistry"! We came, we saw, we became best friends! That's the magic of the special relation we share.
People! Kiran redefines "coolness"..frankly he's THE wierd material (like me) and thats the new "cool"..I tell him absolutely anything n everything. Well.. he is social yet tangled within his own reserved n complicated world, he has a photographic memory of each n every moment yet can be unexpectedly n unimaginably forgetful. Hez stubborn yet adaptable, rude yet breathtakingly funny, hes brutally honest yet an optimist, he can be sarcastic yet bubbly, he agrees with watever u say but his values are absolutely unshakeable, he can be loyal yet rebellious, its all this unique n magnetic personality n his contradictory nature that attract you and make you wonder "what the hell is in his mind". When hes talking you would seriously lose track of time but when hes not its like the silence is literally deafening you. whatever I have learnt from him has made me a better person n a better BEST FRIEND n a better SISTER (may be)..I hope he never changes...Though I can do with a little more respect...haha...
But like I said, I dont want to attempt to describe how wonderful a human being he is.. All I can say is he is a 10 on 10 when it comes to his compatibility with me ;) Life seems sweeter than dreams when he is around... And I want this to never ever come to an end!
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