Thursday, December 27, 2007

How to be a poet!

The December 3rd (2007) issue of "Outlook", Fine Living Section had this to say on "How to be a poet"

"Find the perfect lover. Now lose him/her. Get sickly pale and wan. Go where the weather induces atmospheric mourning. Bitter cold is good. But Autumn when everything is growing, brown, brittle and dying, is even better. Throw together a few sentences, combining nostaligic reminscence with adjectives and cultural references for suffering and torture: tangles sheets, fevered brow, trembling legs, heavy heart, churning stomach, waterboarding. Now hie thee to a publisher and call thyself Keats."

huh! so much for good poetry!

Saturday, December 22, 2007


Nay, do not grieve tho' life be full of sadness,
Dawn will not veil her spleandor for your grief,
Nor spring deny their bright, appointed beauty
To lotus blossom and ashoka leaf.

Nay, do not pine, tho' life be dark with trouble,
Time will not pause or tarry on his way;
To-day that seems so long, so strange, so bitter,
Will soon be some forgotten yesterday.

Nay, do not weep; new hopes, new dreams, new faces,
The unspent joy of all the unborn years,
Will prove your heart a traitor to its sorrow,
And make your eyes unfaithful to their tears.

- Sarojini Naidu

Friday, December 21, 2007


You want to play the game dirty.. your choice.
I refuse to step into the dirt and the filth.
It is purely reflective of you.

I give a damn. But I'll fix it.
The dirt will be laminated and presented to you in due course. One week. Maybe less than that.

And then, of course, we play it all over. With our rules. With my head still held high and maybe a little bit of nose up in the air! And remember, no playing dirty, dears!

Who would be the photographer then ?

Wednesday, December 19, 2007


Who : Crazy Commie

What : On a mission - by hook or crook, in urgent requirement of Rs.11 Lakhs ASAP!

Why : To attain his object of desire! :)

[What to do, she comes at a high price!]

So here's our mission plan (mostly listed by Crazy commie himself) but couple contributed by the humble "facilitator" of the Mission plan:
  • Start a Trust Fund with the name "Help Crazy Commie fulfill his tamanna". Donations will be solicited, welcomed, begged and pleaded. 100 % no tax exemption. Strategy : Stand outside every new mall opening in Bangalore holding aloft a banner with the trust fund's name.

  • Request this certain person we know to sell his CRV to faciliate Commie attaining his object of desire. But the catch is, who would bell the cat ? ;)

  • 'Get into the insides' of the Object of desire and conquer from within. (This has been scoffed at by Commie himself!)

  • Buy a locker and run a marathon on a Sunday around Lalbagh, Cubbon Park, Ulsoor Lake and Sankey Tank. (somehow, the locker needs to be on the marathon too!)

The mind is okay, but the heart wants to go for it... this or that ? the R1 or the MT-01?

Take your pick and in case you decide to contribute to Crazy Commie (for no riding rights whatsoever), feel free to get in touch with the writer for negotiating a better deal with Crazy Commie!

The road is long and winding, but I have miles to zoom before I get off.

All this emanating from a 2 AM chat between 2 workaholics. Life just could n't get better!

Monday, December 17, 2007

handsome hunks....

How long does it take to look at someone and conclude he is a handsome hunk ?

2 seconds ? 2 minutes? 2 hours? 2 years ?

I dont need to keep looking at a Surya or George Clooney or John Abraham to conclude they are handsome hunks. Just a glance is enough!
(Apply this 'test' by substituting Brad Pitt for one of the names listed above).

And then mull over this : "I never resist temptation, because I have found that things that are bad for me do not tempt me" - George Bernard Shaw

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Hospital blues

One week in a hospital proved to be quite a humbling experience for me.

The emergency ward reminded me of a colony of ants – the doctors, nurses, support staff – all diligently working to save lives of people who land there- limping in pain, supported by their loved ones, unconscious in a stretcher having journeyed to the hospital in an ambulance, or brought in a wheelchair…

Its so diverse and similar at the same time – all have some medical condition which has to be urgently treated so that their lives are saved and they are able to lead a reasonably good quality of life with all their faculties in working condition.

In the course of 1 ½ hours on a lazy Sunday evening, the emergency ward saw so much activity – the nurses, doctors and support staff on duty – each one going about from one patient to the other in clinical fashion. Amidst the tubes, injections, bottles, syringes, tablets in the emergency ward, dark green curtains, made of thick cotton are pulled up to separate rows of beds lined up next to each other.

A nurse is taking blood to start the investigation for a middle aged lady, appearing weak, when suddenly an old man barely breathing, is rushed inside in a stretcher. I learn from the conversation which follows that he has just had a heart attack. The first few minutes is crucial here to enable the person to live. Hence, this case assumes more importance than the other and all attention of the team is focused on ensuring that proper and timely medical care is given to ensure the human life is not lost.

Just when one thinks, the rush has sort of settled down, in comes a stretcher with a young man covered in blood. He is an accident victim, accompanied by his friend.

The stoic expression in the faces of the health care professionals explains it all. Its not indifference but a calm evaluation of a case – very much like any other professional and they put in their best efforts to salvage atleast a decent deal, if not the best.

And in some depressing moments, I held on to that faith- faith in the medical system and the medical professionals. (Thanks to L for pointing that road to me!)


One warm Tuesday morning, I stand by the window of the 9th floor room at the hospital and look gloomily at the bustling traffic flowing below on Airport Road- buses, cars and two wheelers jostling for space with the pedestrians, cyclists and omnipresent autorickshaws that dot the city’s roads. A lone policeman stands in the middle of the traffic junction trying to take charge of the busy intersection. All of a sudden, I am shaken out of my dull reverie by a sudden “whish” like sound and lo! a kite flies to the window sill, neatly perches itself therein and stares at me.

The kite looks so majestic and beautiful, its big, brown eyes sharply looking here and there, the moment seems so magical!

I see kites every morning, on my way to work as they are forever hovering around a storm-water drain across my house, but to see one in such close proximity, its quite a thing! I sense my excitement levels slowly rising, when as suddenly as it came, it flutters its wings and soars into the sky, soon out of sight.


One moment, she lies weakly on the bed, eyes closed, hands clasped together, no sign of life except her breathing and heart beat. And then, after what seems an eternity, her eyes laboriously open and look at me deliriously. A faint smile of recognition appears in her eyes and she tries to utter something, but no words come out. Unclasping her hands, she stretches her right hand toward my right hand and reaches out to hold me.

Life is all about these small moments, I think. When we would do anything in our capacity to get the smile and life back on the face of someone we love and care about.


For a hospital, Manipal Hospital has a very apt and interesting tagline. “Inspired by Life”! In moments when I pushed myself to remain positive and strong, the tagline played its part in keeping my inspirational quotient alive and kicking. One just needs to look at life all around us to feel and remain inspired.

As Activist/filmmaker KP Sasi states in a newspaper article I read some time back : “ I derive my creativity from life. Mainstream views of creativity are set in certain norms. If you write, act, make films, sing, you are creative. But I think life is creative. You need creativity to jump onto a running bus, to hang on in a local train in Mumbai, to cook sambar well. All protest is creative.”

Written on 2nd December 2007

Sunday, November 25, 2007

Like the cotton wick of an oil lamp,
drawing out the oil from every nook,
every corner of the lamp;
wherever the traces remain- untapped and hidden,
To keep the fire glowing.

The oil is getting over and the light,
once glowing, is still burning bright.

Its just a matter of time, who can say, for sure ?

It flickers in the wind, almost about to die off,
And then, almost inexplicably,
it comes back to life; glowing a dull fiery yellow,
refusing to fade out into the darkness;

Not as bright as before,
But a lamp's a lamp so long as it has the fire
and the oil to keep it burning.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

The Blues

For the Blues in all of us!

Some have it..a little bit more!

Soon, change shall usher in!

But then, the more things change, the more they remain the same!

PS : I know what you are thinking... blue is still blue - not sky blue! I concur 100% dear.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Saucy Sardonix! Uff! Too much!

Get the blog going buddy.... competition always helps!

PS : The ironies of life never cease!!!

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Democratic attitudes

How different is Nandigram different than Godhra? We- the educated urban middle class and supposedly socially well placed– were shocked and voiced dissent against Narendra Modi for allowing the “state sponsored” genocide but why is there almost a muted, indifferent reaction to the state sponsored genocide that is happening in Nandigram? A people’s protest against acquisition of their land is quelled and suppressed forcibly, a ruling party’s cadre which runs the State Government cordons off the area, goes on a defensive warpath justifying the action taken, the police is asked not to interfere and people are killed. Who cares?

What is the farmer, the land tiller, the landless labourer’s contribution to the national economy ? Why can’t he give (sacrifice) his lands for the national benefit – the benefit of the ‘public’ at large. We definitely need our bigger cars, our high rise apartments, our huge malls, the plush multiplexes, designer brands, boutique restaurants - after all, we work so hard in air-conditioned offices and contribute to the gross national product of the country being its educated class.

It is disturbing to note that this non-inclusive pattern of development is being pursued relentlessly, in most cases in an autocratic fashion, alienating the vast poor underbelly of the country; we justify this snatching away of their lands and forcing a lifestyle change on them without putting in place adequate opportunities and choices for the displaced. We demand and expect that such a class alone repeatedly pay the price for the development of the nation, the fruits of which are reaped mostly by the affluent.

Is n’t there something intrinsically unjust and unfair in such an expectation? Whatever happened to balanced sustainable development and the democratic process? Does it end with singing paeans to democracy ?

The Diwali News

Diwali is over and hopefully the glitz will end – for the various news channels. Dishing out inane Diwali fare with news hours virtually being converted into movie promotions, trailers, interviews with movie stars and wannabes on how they spend Diwali!

Sample this: Journalists ask the celebrities how they like to spend Diwali. The replies are on these lines: ‘A’ says she likes to light lamps and spend Diwali at home with her family eating sweets and bursting firecrackers. ‘B’, while lighting a flowerpot and wishing viewers of the particular news channel says she is against firecrackers! Incredible! ‘C’ goes on about how she always wears new clothes and performs a puja at her home on Diwali. How enlightening! (As we always thought people eat plum cakes during Diwali.)

An overdose of the ‘Six-pack’ Shahrukh Khan and Farah Khan going ga-ga over “Om Shanti Om” (But, where’s the peace, good lord?), the other ‘Six-pack’ in a white towel in the “White nights” inspiration in an outlandish green/blue studio set with Venetian canals inhabited by a pretty lady running around pillars and the guy mooning over her! Of course, if all this did not significantly increase our awareness of current affairs, there’s still more to come. What did our other heroes a.k.a cricketers do on their day off ? Go and watch the latest Diwali release.

(BTW, the news channels have not yet run a show on the six-pack status of our cricketers.)

That's just what we missed a little bit!

Friday, November 09, 2007


Its all over the TV channels and hoardings across the city. The big launch of two star kids and a big budget Diwali release of the Hindi movie "Saawariya" (meaning beloved in Hindi) all over India and of course the rest of the world (thanks to our NRIs).

But I am greatly concerned. Concerned about how this movie would be received in the State of Tamil Nadu which speaks a language called Tamil. I wonder how the junta would react to the movie in Tamil Nadu and hope it does not end up like what it means in Tamil.

Such political incorrectness! Perhaps SLB should have asked some Tamil speaking person for an alternative title to release the movie in Tamil Nadu.

Some years back, while I was staying at a paying guest accommodation in Chennai, one of my roommates was from this place ("Ooru" she used to say) called Gobichettipalayam in Erode District. She did not know Hindi at that time and was not aware of Hindi movies/songs etc. So those being the Lagaan days, one morning I was humming the song "O re chorey" from Lagaan, moving to a high-pitched frenzy to "Saawariya…" as the lady singer goes in the song. Suddenly, this roommate sits up alarmed and asks worriedly "What's wrong with you ? Why are you singing this early in the morning?"

I stare at her for rudely interrupting my rhythm. And then it dawns on me- that very second.

"Saawariya" in Tamil roughly translated means "wish to die"!!!!

Good luck to Saawariya in Tamil Nadu!

Interesting signature line of a senior colleague :

"Speak less to the people whom you like most...Because if they can't understand your silence... they can never understand your words."

When would speech be considered 'virtuous'?
At the right time.

And pray what is the right time?
Only time will tell!


Thursday, November 08, 2007

Blue Sky!

DISCLAIMER : The below write-up is an exceptionally talented piece of the “nonsense” genre. Any reference to a living person is purely and definitely intentional and coincidental. However, the writer refuses to take responsibility for any aftereffects thereof. One shall continue to read and get bored entirely at his/her risk.

This is all about The Blue Sky! Not just some blue sky but The Blue Sky. (Its important).

Aaaah! I so love it! The blue sky – in all its various hues and shades. Reminds me of a mobile service provider’s commercial which goes “green grass, blue sky…”

The blue sky with all the green paraphernalia too. Of warm, happy, sunny days filled with moments of fun, good cheer, mirth, delight, contentment, exhilaration, bliss....

But alas! The blue sky has become grey, cloudy, darker …And its starless, stark and barren now.... Reeking of Sorrow, despair, disappointment, frustration, misery, gloom, desolation, loneliness, forlornness, wretchedness.......

Goodbye Blue sky! Neele neele ambar par chand ab kahan aayega?

PS : To whomsoever it may concern : idhu poruma illa innum venuma ? Unnodu wish ennakku command!


One of my early posts was about her and her first meeting with her fiancee. She finally got married on the 21st October after almost a year of eagerly waiting and anticipitating this moment!

When she comes by to invite me to her wedding, she spoke about her dreams and how she was hoping her marriage to be a liberating experience. "I know it will give me lot of freedom, with responsibilities", she says, a tad philosophically.

This from one, who comes from a very conservative family, never went to college, is currently pursuing her graduation by correspondence, comes to work and goes back home by 7 PM, does not go out with friends (not even office lunches).

My fondness for her just keeps growing, kya karen! :)

Here's to you, dear AJ! Keep that beautiful smile on and may you find happiness in all that you do!

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

“Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead.”

- Louisa May Alcott

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Some days are just so beautiful - stay etched in memory for a long time- all thanks to 'pearls' of moments which go to make the day. :)

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Fair play

Sitting at a negotiating table with my client and the other party, this thought keeps recurring in my mind - Why can't one be fair and balanced while negotiating a right or a deal or drafting a legal document ? Whats the big deal in being fair and ethical ? Why cut corners ?
Should winning be at the cost of another ?

(Of course, now we swim in the dangerous waters of who is right, fair, ethical..... and the endless debates around it)

"The law, for all its failings, has a noble goal – to make the little bit of life that people can actually control more just. We can’t end disease or natural disasters, but we can devise rules for our dealings with one another that fairly weigh the rights and needs of everyone, and which, therefore, reflect our best vision of ourselves." says Scott Turow.

I do not intend to or set out to make a moral argument for any one profession as such, but perhaps that is something worth sparing a thought to.


I make a conscious effort not to write about my profession and genuinely try to focus on things outside the immediate spectrum of what I do to earn my bread and butter (not to forget the jam, cheese and icecream!) but at times, I feel a compulsive need to write about related topics. Is the dividing line getting thinner between life and work ?!

Monday, October 29, 2007


"Did I create you in my image

or did you create me in yours ?"

Postcards from God, Imtiaz Dharker

Friday, October 26, 2007

Farewell, dear Inzy!

In a way, the Cricket World Cup made and marred his career.

Inzamam-ul-Haq came into the limelight as a young and dashing batsman who played a key role in ensuring Pakistan lift its maiden World Cup in 1992 and it is indeed ironic to note that his end as a cricketer was hastened by Pakistan's shock exit at the 2007 World Cup in West Indies.

Right from 1992 till his retirement, I have enjoyed watching him play and plunder the opposition. The enjoyment was marginally less when he played against India nevertheless what I really like about this amazing cricketer was the simple, unassuming way he carried himself off the field. No wonder he was often famously referred to as the 'gentle giant'.

What a batsman/cricketer he was on the cricket field - dominating, aggressive and attacking and just the opposite off it! In his interviews to the media, he comes across as a humble and simple guy who would rather be left alone after his game of cricket was over.

Of course I remember with great amusement the incredible number of times he lost his wicket (and lost his partners too) for sloppy running between the wickets or his laziness to take a single! But the very next time he came to the crease, it would all be forgotten when he would whack the ball all the way to the boundary or hit a smashing six.

I felt sad when I watched on Television his emotional announcement of his decision to retire from ODIs post Pakistan's disastrous world cup and it again saddened me the way he bid adieu to Test Cricket after the Home Test Series against South Africa. So much so my dad consoled me that this is a definite consequence of every world cup/major tournament. New heroes emerge and the older ones depart- some go out in a blaze of glory while others leave with ignominy. That's an occupational hazard of being a sportsperson, I suppose.

Farewell dear Inzy! You were an awesome cricketer! I will miss you! (and the run-outs also!)


"It's important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse."

- Life of Pi, Yann Martel

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Coffee Tales

Coffee…..the very word makes me cringe!

Don’t ask me why or how, but the fact remains that I have never liked coffee, especially the filter coffee they make at my place – in true tam-bram style.

My grandmother recalls the days when she as a young bride, had to wake up early to brew the ‘decoction’ for the entire household (consisting of parents-in-law, husband and 4 brothers-in-law). It was the job of the mother-in-law and with the arrival of the eldest daughter-in-law in the house, the job was entrusted to her.

Coming back to the coffee preparation part, my grandmother would boil the water, put the freshly ground coffee powder in the coffee filter, sprinkle some cold water over the powder, pour hot water over the powder to let it flow down in a thick concentrated form. The thick coffee decoction would go down the filter in about 20 ~ 30 minutes. Then it would be mixed with varying proportions of boiling hot milk and sugar (depending on how strong the person wanted his/her coffee to be).

Off it would be poured into the coffee glasses of each male member of the family who would be out in the verandah reading the newspaper and discussing the day to day affairs of the town and shooing away the flies with their cotton towels waiting for their early morning dose of coffee!

(I am also informed that as the aroma of the coffee would spread to the household in the early hours of the morning, the male members would be salivating at the mere thought of the piping hot coffee being prepared and eagerly wait for their morning cuppa!!)

Also, the coffee had to be served to all the males and other elders of the family at just the right temperature (read : just after removing from the stove). I find it incredible that one can gulp down the piping hot coffee when my few attempts at drinking a hot glass of milk or tea burns my tongue.

My grandmom recounts as to how she would first fill all the glasses with decoction, add sugar as per the individual’s requirements, remove the boiling milk from the stove, add milk to the glasses, mix it well in the “davara” (small cup) so the froth sits on top of the glass. Nothing would distract her while she was going about doing this in that precise order as that was the only way she could satisfy 5-7 people’s yen for early morning hot coffee!

I quiz her about her cup and then she makes her startling revelation – she does not like coffee at all. Hence she has her cup of hot milk after serving coffee to the household. She further adds that she has neither liked the taste nor smell (okay - aroma for the coffee fans!) of coffee. And so it has been for the last 60 + years.

Similarly my mother also never used to drink coffee and I suspect it passed over to me and has something to do with my drinking lot of milk and tea to this day. In fact the only kind of coffee I have once in a while is flavoured cold coffee, usually coconut, where the flavour of the coconut absorbs the coffee taste. So much so that while I enjoy the drink, my coffee buddies are appalled at my enjoyment and delight of something that is so ‘not-coffee’!

So it was with a fair amount of surprise that I noted the latest conquest of coffee.

Yes, imagine one morning when I notice my grandmother with a hot cup of coffee by her side, I am about to ask her if she would want me to call my father or brother to take their cup, when she just gulps down the coffee!

I am perplexed at this sight and immediately quiz her : how come she is drinking coffee ?

She gives me a wide smile and replies casually that she has taken to drinking coffee of late as she started liking it and now craves for her two cups of coffee per day. It’s what gets her going, she adds! How come she never had it all this while, while she was in the joint family or thereafter with my grandfather, I ask, not wanting to give up easily. Totally unperturbed, she mentions she drank a small portion some days back which my brother (a die-hard coffee addict) had kept aside and from then, it got her hooked! She realised that she really enjoyed it!

I am totally confounded by this rather candid admission. All I can do is marvel at the adding numbers to the coffee world!

No wonder more coffee shops open up in every part of the city. Café Coffee day is on an expansion spree globally after painting Bengalooru and other cities red - Sorry, this is not your brand of red, Mr. Karat and Mr.Yechury! Nevertheless it is a ‘C’ revolution of a different kind, taking hold of the masses in a way the other ‘C’ could not!

While writing this post, I just googled the word “Coffee” – it throws up a whopping 215,000,000 results as against 166,000,000 results for “Tea”!

On a recent visit to the US, I met an acquaintance at the ubiquitous Starbucks café in one of the malls there. We walk up to the counter and he orders a hot espresso in a jiffy. Meanwhile, I am looking at the menu and searching for something besides coffee. It apparently surprises him that I take this long to order a coffee at Starbucks. Finally, as I order for my “chai”, he gives me a weird look and informs me that I must be mad to come to a Starbucks café and not drink coffee!

Well, some things in life are best left unexplained! :)

Monday, October 22, 2007

One fine day....on Whitefield - ITPL Road

This incident, happened sometime during the course of the last fortnight, stood out in my mind :

On a busy road in Whitefield leading to ITPL, a Honda Civic bangs into a Hondo City ahead of it.

The lady driver of the Honda City gets out of the car, charges aggressively towards the male driver of the Civic. By this time, the guy is also out of his car and trying to mumble some apology to the crowd gathered around. The lady, apparently in no mood to listen, goes up to him and catches his shirt collar!

There is an eerie silence amongst the crowd of onlookers, each wondering how nasty it is going to get now and going over the next few seconds in one’s mind.

Before we know it, the lady dishes out her cell phone, takes it close to the guy’s face and clicks his picture using her camera phone. All this while, still clutching his shirt collar with her other hand.

Done with her picture, she lets go of his collar, walks up to the rear of his car, takes another picture of the number plate of the Civic and walks back to the guy. Again catches hold of his shirt collar and drags him to the police constable who has just arrived on the scene.

Smart attitude and good presence of mind?!

Perhaps even dispensation of justice should go the high tech way!!

Thursday, October 11, 2007

The "feel good" factor

It is not tangible or measurable yet makes an ocean of a difference, permeating across innumerable aspects of our day to day life - personal, professional and social relationships.

We leave our workplaces. Let go of family and friends. Elections are lost and won. Even the stock market gets affected. Thats the power of the "feel good" factor.

This is a key element to reducing friction and promoting healthy interactions between two individuals forming a micro unit and the same being extended to large organisations, societal groups.

It could range from a smile, a small gesture, a thoughtful act, a kind word or just being there - whatever makes the other person feel good - we do it because we the process, reach out to the concerned person, group to infuse this feeling. Mere thought alone may not suffice but perhaps needs to be accompanied by action of some kind, an external manifestation that we care, perhaps.

And its an open field. Anyone can take the initiative anytime, sans reasons or excuses.
If we only care.

Its after all, just "feel good"!

My day just began on a "feel good" note. Climbing the stairs to my workplace, I noticed the leaning lady mopping the stairs. When I excused myself to pass through, she turns towards me, moves back and gives me a beautiful, radiant smile!

Wednesday, September 12, 2007


Some days back, I set out of office one evening, leaving a bit early for home than I normally do. Walking towards the auto stand. Within a matter of seconds, I am caught in a heavy downpour with no umbrella or raincoat whatsoever. Not a single auto is ready to take me to my destination. I keep waving by at empty autos, but alas! The bus route has been diverted due to the construction of the Metro. No cab is ready to come within the next 1 hour. Try calling up some friends/family/colleagues. All are stuck in the rain at different places, far from where I am stuck.

By now, the heavy downpour has reduced to a "steady" drizzle and my waiting continues unabated.

I stand by the corner of the road, under a tree, feeling cold and forlorn; watching people passing by, feeling the rain drops from the tree, observing the speeding cars and bikes, insensitively splashing the rain slush/drainage water all over the pedestrians and the lesser mortals who walk on the roads.

It must have been a while when all of a sudden, I am pulled out of my reverie by a grey Honda Activa which stops right beside me. And the lady rider looks towards me and says " Hey! I am going to Indiranagar. Would you like me to drop you somewhere that side?"

I am baffled and suddenly feel hesitant and wonder why....what... how...

She senses my hesitation and quickly chirps in "I saw you standing there wet and alone in the dark, perhaps looking for an auto. Thought would find out where you need to go and drop you somewhere if it is the same direction as mine."

This random act of kindness from a stranger really touched my heart. Truly, such incredibly small ways to reach out to our fellow human beings and make a difference. We just need to make the effort- to be kind and sensitive.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

A soap opera with a different twist

I confess I don’t fancy soap operas. But this one is different.
And well, like most soap operas, this also has the K element! (Thankfully, it does not start with it!)

The events unfolding in our neighbouring state has kept me engrossed over the past few weeks - a 100 % edge of the seat thriller.

My take on this : As Lord Acton famously remarked, Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Power like lust, is all pervasive and blinds the person to all raison d'être; makes you indulge in a self-serving game of constant deceit, one-upmanship and manipulation.

Its an abyss.


My Interview pick of the week : Karan Thapar (KT) interviewing Nawaz Sharif (NS) in London, it goes like this:

KT : So, on the 10th morning, which is Monday, Nawaz Sharif will be standing on Pakistani soil.

NS : Hopefully.

KT: When you say hopefully does that mean…

NS : Hopefully means Insha Allah.

KT : Is it in God’s hands or yours?

NS : First God and then of course in our hands.


Insha Allah, Nawaz Sharif did step on Pakistan soil only to be deported back to Jeddah.

Don’t know who had the last laugh though – God, Musharraf or Sharif!

Friday, September 07, 2007

Does livelihood and meaningfulness co-exist ?

In the pursuit of one's livelihood, if we lose track of the meaningfulness, does it matter ?

This state of 'disillusion' is precisely that - And I am told that there is no problem as such, it is merely the disappearance of an illusion.

Thursday, September 06, 2007


You are what you are.
And I am what I am.

Then why this game?
Why ?

What is it that you wish to prove ? And to whom ?
Where is the end to this ?

And does any of this matter in the bigger, grander scheme of life ?

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

when stark is beautiful.

on a cloudy and windy day in Bannerghatta - forest area.

Saturday, September 01, 2007

The Broken Sandal

- Denise Levertov

Dreamed the thong of my sandal broke.
Nothing to hold it to my foot.
How shall I walk?

The sharp stones, the dirt. I would hobble.

Where was I going?
Where was I going I can't
go to now, unless hurting?
Where am I standing, if I'm
to stand still now?

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Justice for the Not-so-Ordinary ?

Just when I thought it is done and done to death, here we go again - Breaking News in all news channels on a Monday afternoon that Sanjay Dutt has been granted interim bail by the Supreme Court.

His conviction by a TADA Court in Mumbai last month has been the subject matter of so much media attention, I wonder if the journalists themselves did not get bored of it all. (By the way, they faced stiff competition from movie channels which played popular hits of the movie star for days and nights together).

The hero in reel life is immensely likeable, his deadpan humour, his swagger, his comic buffoonery – all very endearing to most of us, the aam junta.

But should that be the yardstick for the media to go over the top in reporting the nitty-gritties of the judgement produced by a TADA court and then some sections of the society – from and outside the film industry – to get started on a “Save Sanjay” campaign? Polls on whether the 6 years rigorous imprisonment was fair or not to this “innocent” man? “Good Character” certificates by eminent and noted citizens that he cared a lot for the poor ? And the convicted himself pleading with the court not to send him to jail as he is yet to settle family matters. Incredible logic, of course!

Alas, the blindfolded maiden of Justice finally caught up with him. Now, this is one maiden he would n’t want to be close to, for sure :).

And the juicy – actually dry - tidbits keep pouring in… we are fed with a continuous dose of how our poor hero (oops, what happened to the Crores he has earned?) is roughing it out in the jail, the coarse clothes, common bathrooms, no fans, dry roti et al.

Surely one does not need extra intelligence to figure out that life in a prison is not like holidaying in a plush, exclusive resort overlooking the mountains, with the beautiful view of a lake in the distance.

At a deeper level, is n't the purpose of criminal justice precisely that : punishment for the act done ?

And is this not a ‘debt’ which the law-breaker, be it an aging superstar or the ordinary guy on the street, pays to the society for disregarding and flouting the law of the land?

Friday, August 17, 2007

on the Cultural Politics of Copyright & Piracy

"No account of the contemporary moment would be complete without an examination of the dominance of the copyright sign or the small print of the trademark on our lives."

"In many ways, the mere act of looking at, reading, listening to, making, understanding, or communicating any objects that embody thought, knowledge or feeling are as fraught with danger and anxiety today, as the appropriation of material wealth, or, the trespassing into private property, were through much of human history."

How Rambo lost to the Green Papaya

With every passing day, we need to grapple with this reality!
in the silence of the dead,
thoughts hum loud like words
to ask a little gravely;
"what have i come for,
here......this far?"


Saturday, August 04, 2007

sitting by the beach,
biting into a peach,
pondering over a leech,
So out of reach!

One of the most fascinating creatures of the Annelids family (like the earthworms) - the leech.

Its glossy black skin allures me, its squirming and wriggling mesmerises me and its blood sucking tendency scares me.

A leech hunting expedition to Madagascar and Seychelles - Indulging in leech-feeding!?

Its simple - You don't find the leeches, they find you! :)

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Sorry, but no sorry!

"Mistakes happened from time to time is better to be safe than sorry. Hence no apology required!"

The news of the day flashed in all the websites really stunned me.

In some ways, an apology serves to right the wrong..... It is merely an act of penitence - a regretful acknowledgement of what had happened, inbuilt with an assurance that it would not be repeated...

Whats the brouhaha on why "No sorry" all about?

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

"My Lord! Your Honour, I demand justice!!!"

And The Lord replies : Go to the Supreme Court of Pakistan!


Sunday, July 22, 2007

Perched on your high throne,
looking down at me,
you calm my agitated mind.

So far away….
Yet I know you are with me.

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Life in a Metro and Inter-cropping patterns!

Watched this movie “Life in a Metro” some time back….

Love, lies, lust – yes, that’s what the movie is all about and as clichéd as it could get in an urban milieu. At the risk of generalizing, probably that’s what urban life does to most of us – perpetuate clichés!?

A bored husband while driving his car, laments how his wife (loving wife of yesteryears) does not interest him anymore, is just so boring, and how they do nothing but argue and argue all the time. He feels, there is not even one minute of peace and happiness anymore with his wife. Hence, he (boss in the office) has an affair with a female employee, justifying the boredom and happiness aspect to himself. (“I’m not hurting her, I am only pursuing what gives me happiness! Is that really a problem to any one?”).

The female employee is none other than the best friend/ roomie of the wife’s sister, a 29 year old single, independent lady 'searching for true love' (!) and marriage (exactly in that order) in
the big, bad city of Mumbai.

Interested in the female employee is another guy – who reports to the Boss and is happy to do anything and everything to make his boss happy, so long as he gets his promotion and his pay hike. And besides working at the office, he has another occupation – giving his apartment to all the couples in office having affairs - outside their commitments/marriage.

The wife goes to visit her naani – the naani’s story is another angle with her long lost love returning to her, after ditching her to go the USA. In the course of her weekly visits to the Naani, the wife runs into a handsome theatre artist – single after a bad marriage (When asked – “so who left whom?”, he replies with a straight face, “Love left us!”)

Too confusing? Well, it was indeed perplexing and challenging to keep following up who’s sleeping with whom and their reasons for doing so.

The ending is true hindi movie style - the female employee ditches the boss and goes to the apartment guy who loves her. (Finally, he does not need to give his apartment to other couples). The husband, as his female employee has ditched him, returns back teary eyed to his wife! The naani and her long lost love enjoy some days of togetherness before one of them passes away. The sister gets married to her true love just when he is about to get married to some other girl his mom has chosen.

Is “Easy come, easy go” the name of the game, I wonder….

No, says K, and rambles on as to how adultery/infidelity – be it either in a relationship or marriage - is like intercropping in agriculture! (The practice of cultivating more than one crop in the same land area).

In a coffee plantation, coffee is the main crop, but along the sides/rows of the plantation, other crops like cardamom, orange and pepper are planted for shade purposes. They vie for the same water and sunlight with the main coffee crop and the growth between the main coffee crop and the shade crop is symbiotic. Ultimately, the coffee crop grows well due to the shade provided by the side crop and vice versa. Before we know it, the season is over.

Moral of the Story – if you want a bumper harvest of the main crop, ensure to have good supporting side crops! :)

Thursday, July 12, 2007


One of my all-time anti-depressants! Very inspiring and pushing me to cross the threshold (of what - I don't know myself!)

Words and their mesmerising effect on me.......

"IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
'Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!"

- Rudyard Kipling

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

My brother does n't write but having had the privilege of watching the Wimbledon finals live and that too in his company, I asked him to write a post on the experience! here it goes.

Vamos RAFA, Hail FEDERER!!!!

Wimbledon 2007 has divided the planet into 2 sets of people - those who saw the gentlemen's finals and those that are going to see it (on a dvd or as a tv replay).

With Roger quickly up 3-0 in the 1st set we were wondering if we were in for a quick slam bang, thank you ma'am match.... but nope... if there is one thing the erratic english weather cant short- change u out of, its quality and class.

Rafa and Federer were at it soon enough when Rafa broke back to reel off 3 games in 8 mins and make 3-3. And following some mind boggling shot making and chasing down it was a tie breaker which Federer won, painstakingly, 9-7. Federer 1 set to love.

And from there started the see-saw battle which was studded nineteen to the dozen with all the shots in the coaching manual and those that are going to be included in it soon, thanks to these two. 1 set apiece became 2 sets apiece after Rafael Nadal answered the fans calls of 'vamos rafa' to capture the 4th set with some unimaginable passing shots and line hugging baseliners.

Experience in tennis can sometimes be ironical. Playing 5 setters in the quarters and semis doesn't give u 'experience' in the 5th set of the finals. It makes u tired!! And so after 3 hours when the spanish matador started wearing down, the reserve energy of Federer, thanks to some classy outplaying of his made-to-look-mediocre opponents in quick time, took the swiss maestro through.

The scoreline of 6-2 in the final set does not do justice to the nerve racking tension. Twice Federer was down 15-40 in the last set and managed to dig deep into his repertoire of aces to get outta jail.

Only a prized idiot with an ultra strong filtrate of stupidity in his head could have felt bad for Rafa just cos he/she was supporting the underdog. to use a cliche' it was tennis at its highest level.I propose that we introduce a new term thanks to these two artists, called 'hawkeye buster'. Boy! That was the sorta placement and depth of shots that they offered. Shots defying geometrical angles, gravity defying jumps and smashes made by men twisted like pretzels!! The phenomenal backhand smash played by Federer in the 10th game of the 3rd set at deuce proved that light may travel in straight lines but a tennis ball off his racquet need not.

At the end of the day both men won 26 games apiece over 205 minutes of pulse pounding tennis and Federer won by, not more than the proverbial nose, but nevetheless he won and Rafa lost. Rafa was gracious and humble in defeat conceding cheerfuly that the better man won and Federer outdid him again, this time in modesty, saying that he was "lucky" to have made it and wasn’t sure how much more silverware would enter his cabinet considering the leaps and bounds the 20 year old Rafa has improved.

For any tennis loving fan in their right senses its a win win situation. we get to watch many more of these 'classic encounters' and we feel like saying yet again, the oft repeated cliche'- great champions produce great rivalries!!

Two exemplary men, giving their best and more, passionate about each and every point, fighting it out… never never giving up without a fight, the never say die spirit – so important in sport and in life!

Truly embodying the spirit of life, the spirit of the game, the spirit of Wimbledon – above the Center Court’s opening doors of which are inscribed words from a Rudyard Kipling poem: "If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster / And treat those two impostors just the same..."

These men were just living by it.

Friday, July 06, 2007

I have every right to live my life the way I want to, to pursue my path of happiness, love and success in this world but I do not have any right to hurt others in that process.

It is a matter of choice, after all.

I choose to be...........what I am.

And the choice is exercised by being honest with myself.

Only then I can be honest with my loved ones and colleagues and others and enjoy fruitful and successful relationships with each of them - personal and professional.

“Real honesty is being honest about what your possibilities are, what your potentials are. That's where true honesty lies. It stretches us. It’s not simply admitting where we are - that’s a beginning step, it’s not the end step. So be honest about where you are but also be honest about what your possibilities are. That keeps the challenge of the path always before us.”

Thanissaro Bhikkhu

Thursday, July 05, 2007


(The Iyer-Iyengar Network)

I got to thank a cousin of mine for this post. He informed me that there is this Iyer-Iyengar community on orkut and I burst out laughing when he started telling me the categories. So much so - I decided to search and read it for myself.

It was too hilarious and well, as they say, its always good to laugh at yourself!

Anyways, with due respect to the person who came with these categories, I reproduce some of my favourite ones here.

§ Is Tamil/Tanglish the language of your house?
§ Do you meet other Iyers or Iyengars, only to find you're related through your
cousin's father-in-law's brother's nephew?
§ Everytime you meet another Iyer/Iyengar of the opposite sex, are your parents
thinking "what a cultured boy/girl...marriage potential"?
§ Does your last name exceed the spaces allotted for standardized tests?
§ Does your family attach the words "di" or "da" to the end of every sentence for
added emphasis?
§ Does your family rant and rave about avviyal?
§ Did your parents emphasize the importance of "Maths" when you did your homework?
§ Do you drink Horlicks out of a tumbler?
§ Do you and your family sit around and watch Super Vivek Comedies?

There are other communities like TGLI (Tall Good Looking Iyengar) – [I wonder where he is looking though ;)

All in all, good compilation! :)

Wednesday, July 04, 2007


Finally- after the dry scorching summer, the rains are here. The sky is always cloudy and heavy.. and what a cool breeze has been blowing the past couple of weeks.

It is glorious! The process of evaporation, condensation, precipitation and its return to Earth! (ok I hope I got the order right!)

The rhythmic pitter-patter of the rains, the violent gushing wind, making the trees sway to its tunes, the smell of the earth after the first rains, the crystal water drops trickling down a tree after the downpour, a dash of thunder and lightning... where do i begin and where do i end......

I wish I was a poet to write beautiful evocative stuff but alas!!! :(

My love affair with the Rains continues....

Monday, July 02, 2007

6.30 AM at the Marina Beach in Chennai - The usual sunlit morning sky is a dull grey, full of grey clouds and an almost chill breeze blows us away in sharp contrast to the usually sweaty and hot mornings.

The waves of Marina (Bay of Bengal) are mostly gentle and welcoming... alluring you to step into the waters..

Today is a different picture.The waves seem ferocious - as if in a belligerent mood!

Humming the tamil song "aasaiye alai pole... naamellam athen melle...", we leave.

So what if its a Monday? or Sunday?

My favourite day of the week : Sunday.

Yes, I just love the day! It's my day! I am free to do whatever I want to do and that would typically start off with my waking up not earlier than 10 AM - with a sense of euphoria and excitement, not to mention laziness in extra degrees. :)

As the day draws out, the euphoria transforms itself to despair and frustration..."Gosh! My sunday is almost over and tomorrow's monday- another gruelling 5-5.5 days to go"

There is this friend I have been chatting with every sunday evening last few weeks.. and everytime we call/chat, with a sense of what I like to call 'urgent purpose', she asks me, " Can you give me a good reason why I should not go to office tomorrow?"

"Why, what happened ?", I enquire and the reply is predictably the same - "Come on, Tomorrow's a Monday!!"

So how do we beat the monday morning blues?

My grandmom has an interesting counter to this - So what if it's a Sunday??

Sunday, June 24, 2007


Amazingly tender and melancholic! :)

I like for you to be still - Pablo Neruda

I like for you to be still:
it is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away
and my voice does not touch you.

It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things,
filled with my soul.

You are like my soul,
a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.

I like for you to be still,
and you seem far away.

It sounds as though you were lamenting,
a butterfly cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away,
and my voice does not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.
And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.

You are like the night,
with its stillness and constellations.

Your silence is that of a star,
as remote and candid.

I like for you to be still:
it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.

One word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy,
happy that it's not true.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Madness & Freedom!

A friend sent this some time back. Liked it a lot!

Alexis Zorba: Damn it boss, I like you too much not to say it. You've got everything except one thing: madness! A man needs a little madness, or else...

Basil: Or else?

Alexis Zorba: ...he never dares cut the rope and be free.

Zorba the Greek
Nikos Kazantzakis

Monday, June 18, 2007

The Boss, Truly!

Watching a Rajni movie in the opening weekend is indeed an experience in itself. All the more, when there has been hype and publicity like never before and U watch it with this die-hard Rajni fan.

The face of the whole theatre seems to have changed – there are posters, cutouts, garlands over the cutouts, colourful banners- all with Rajni’s face and some stylish posture along with some incredible lines...Sample this : “There is only one god; there is only one mother; there is only one superstar” ! All this in Bangalore, what would be the scene in Chennai? Some grand entry to a carnival, for sure.

After jostling through the crowd, we manage to find our seats. Lights dim.
A huge roar of whistles, cheers and claps erupts. There is this teeny weeny trailor of his next movie 'Sultan'! The roar gets louder this time.

The Film Certificate “Sivaji” appears. The roar is now at a feverish pitch and I am simply caught up in the exuberance and excitement of the moment. And then after the titles, the hero makes his superstar entry. The roar has reached a frenzy and I sink deeper into my chair.

The movie has the usual Rajni elements. His style being the overriding factor. Of course, to keep up with his modern image, instead of playing with a cigarette, our hero has progressed (admirably) to Mentos Chewies. :)

When our hero is stuck alone with the gang of the villains, about to be beaten up, one man sympathetically asks him, “Yen thaniya vandenga?” (Why did you venture out alone?) And there our amiable hero with his trademark grin, cheekily utters – “Kanna, panningathaan senthu varum, Singham eppovum thaniyathaan varum!” (My dear, only pigs come together. A lion always walks alone!)

No other hero could have said this with that right mix of arrogance, confidence, aplomb and STYLE!

Some memorable dialogues, self-deprecating humour at its best and a socially relevant storyline with the Shankaresque brand of treatment. The typical struggle of the Hero and the final victory! Add that with Vivek, good music and very trendily shot songs in amazingly done up (ostentatious) sets! (Watch out for the first night scene spoof and the stylishly shot song thereafter).

So this die-hard fan asks me as we step out: Sivaji pidichudha? I grudgingly reply : Illa, only MGR!

Nijamaave oru athiradi thaan!

PS: Scriptwriter to please note that FERA is now defunct and FEMA rules the roost ;)

Sunday, June 17, 2007


My favourite city in the world!
Journeying through misty, dark and "full of phlegm" clouds... and to get this bird's eye view of the place I am so fond of :)
Its always the journey which is amazing and then the destination also becomes something to look forward to ;)

Took this when my flight flew over Chennai's coast before landing.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Can't think of something I read in recent times which uplifted me as much as "Life of Pi" by Yann Martel.

Simply Unputdownable from beginning to end... magical realism!

All about a 15 year old boy with a very imaginative name - Piscine Molitor Patel who is stranded on a lifeboat after his ship sinks on the Pacific.

Along with him in the lifeboat, there is a zebra with a fractured leg, a female orangutan, a Hyena and well, sharks swim by the lifeboat nudging the boat.

He spends a whole night wondering how he is going to die - whether the orangutan will assault him or the hyena will bite off his leg or the sharks will devour him or by some mercy of God, he would merely drown, which seems to be the best way according to him, all of a sudden.

After one day on the life boat, he discovers to his utter shock and fear, what he missed noticing all along on the life boat - a 450 pound three year old Royal Bengal Tiger!!!!

And then I just had to hop onto the bandwagon struggling to stay afloat on the Pacific!

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Richard Parker, Why did you botch it up finally ?

Sunday, May 20, 2007

"There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud" - Carl Sandburg

Think I'd settle for the enigmatic blue whale living in the ocean!

Friday, May 18, 2007

The Hmm & the Wow Factor.... never ceases ;)


Thursday, May 17, 2007


Most of us who follow the game of cricket are well aware of Glenn Mcgrath - the Australian fast bowler. Often in the news for his match winning exploits and for sledging, I recently read something very interesting about him.

In his autobiography, Steve Waugh vividly describes how Glenn Mcgrath arranges his breakfast on tour:

"Eats the same breakfast each morning on tour. He places his two fried eggs on separate pieces of white toast before making sure the yolk is perfectly positioned in the middle, before trimming the overhanging egg white edges with surgical precision. The contents are then cut into quarters after being doused with a three second barrage of salt. It's a real shame to see him eat it such is the masterpiece he creates."

I find it amazing....(for want of better descriptive words). The closest I have come to experience something of this sort is with this friend of mine who loves Chilly cheese toast. She is very particular (to the point of being finicky) about the exact amount of cheese and chillies. One thick spread of cheese, evenly spread out, and just 2-3 very small cut pieces of green chilli spread across - so it gets melted along with the cheese and there is a mild chilli flavour. 4 small chilli pieces would make it spicy and 'unenjoyable' - our lady won't touch the toast. And a dash of tomato sauce. For her masterpiece :)

Thursday, May 03, 2007


A beautiful full moon dancing her regal dance in the dark sky,
the rhythmic serenity of the waves splashing on the shore,
the cold breeze bringing goosepimples to your skin,
stretching into the vast expanse of sand and sea, glistening in the moonlight...

And to capture that moment!

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Extraordinary events sometimes call for extraordinary decisions and demand extraordinary remedies!

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Sanctity of Human life

"There's something I would like to understand. And I don't think anyone can explain it.... There's your life. You begin it, feeling that it's something so precious and rare, so beautiful that it's like a sacred treasure. Now it's over and it does n't make any difference to anyone, and it is n't that they are indifferent, it's just that they don't know, they don't know what it means, that treasure of mine, and there's something about it that they should understand. I don't understand it myself, but there's something that should be understood by all of us. Only what is it ? What ?"

We the Living, Ayn Rand... an enjoyable novel about the sanctity of human life set in Soviet Russia.

The girl who utters these lines is sentenced to imprisonment in Siberia and knows she will never return home.

Thursday, April 26, 2007


Was reading this strip of Calvin & Hobbes where Calvin has a really rough day in school being bullied and harassed by his classmate Bully -Moe.

Walking in the woods with Hobbes, he says : I don't understand it.. What makes some people so greedy and mean? Why is it that some people don't care what's wrong and right ? Why don't people try to be nice to each other ?

Hobbes, in his trademark philosophical style, comments that the problem with people is that they are only human after all!

Simple yet so profound...

It is human I suppose, to err and yes, it does hurt and pain a lot, when we go through such times. We never realise the latent power within us which hurts someone close to us, before it is too late. We are so caught up in our worlds, in our sense of what's right and what's wrong that we do not think twice before uttering a word or acting indifferent and unconcerned... but is this all there is to life?

There is a time, flavour and season to everything life offers. Seasons change and so do people.
Like how a bud blossoms and grows into a beautiful flower, only to wither in a short while...Then a new bud comes in its place and the cycle of life goes on and on....

And we need to adapt to that and move on. Keep shedding the extra baggage of hurt & grief accumulated over a period of time, feel light and continue walking on this wonderful road, with its everchanging terrain of plains, plateaus, valleys and hills , called life.... oops.. I realised I somehow missed the Beach out there in the middle :(

It aint worth holding grudges and sulking for too long!!

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

"I must launch out my boat.

The languid hours pass by on the shore- Alas for me!

The spring has done its flowering and taken leave. And now withthe burden of faded futile flowers I wait and linger.

The waves have become clamorous, and upon the bank in the shady lane the yellow leaves flutter and fall.

What emptiness do you gaze upon! Do you not feel a thrill passing through the air with the notes of the far-away song floating from the other shore?"

Gitanjali, Rabindranath Tagore

In search of Truth?

Standing in the witness box in a court hall (thankfully not that crowded) was quite an experience to me, despite my being in the legal profession.

Things always appear different when it happens to you.

So there the judge ushers me to the witness box and the clerk asks me to swear, pointing at a dirty cardboard piece on which a white piece of paper is stuck....I am asked to read it aloud : "I swear in the name of God that I would speak the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth"

I muse to myself.. what if i object to swear in the name of God? then I swear by the Constitution of India ? Should I really swear on something?

What is truth? Is it merely confirmity with Fact and reality ? so abstract, it is, I can almost feel its weight on my shoulders....

And then The Bible says " And the Truth shall set you free"

Freedom.... now, this shall be a separate post some other day.....

Saturday, April 21, 2007

My favourite colour last two weeks has been blue… seriously …..

Lying down with degenerated back muscles, writhing in pain, looking at the white ceiling and the rotating fan does seem to put life in perspective…. when I mention this to a dear friend of mine, she immediately chirps, can I bring pink stars and put them on the ceiling so you can not look at the dreary white but at the glittering stars!

I guffaw and tell her make it blue stars! Not pink – I just don’t like pink too much!

She’s assured me she is going to take me shopping and buy me a beautiful pink dress.

Lets see….. :))

Thursday, April 05, 2007

I am instant messaging with my Boss in the US and updating him about a prospective client (Big one).

After the discussion, I type "Hope we get them."

And my boss immediately replies, "no not like that...Hope is not for Winners! We got them, end of story."

Wonder if this holds true for most times in life?

Maybe Hope is really for Losers.... who are so conditioned by their loss to hope for something better in their lives, jobs etc..Not sure

We go where our minds take us... so what if the mind is unable to make up its mind?

Never mind.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

We have our own versions and interpretations of "Love" and I came across an interesting one from an unexpected quarter recently....

"Love is not an object with an ISI stamp that we buy thinking it will be strong and long lasting.....

Love is a fragrant breeze that touches and passes by, its fragrance unrecognised.

And sometimes having felt it we still choose to remain strangers......"

Yashoda, 18 years, lives in a slum in one of the cities of India, in "If I were rain", celebrating the spirit of India's disadvantaged urban child.

(this is a translation from Hindi, which I liked reading and found it to be profound!)

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

...for no man lives in the external truth among salts and acids, but in the warm, phantasmagoric chamber of his brain, with the painted windows and the storied wall.

RL Stevenson


Walls remind me, among other things, of the Great Wall of China, the Berlin wall and the the supposed “impregnable” forts built around cities to protect them, with their walls stretching on for acres and moats separating them from the rest of the territory. (And No! after our lacklustre world cup outing, The Wall is no longer in this list of walls!!)

So how does one break a thick impenetrable wall built around a person who is not swayed by emotion, reason and logic? The wall lets nothing in and nothing out! It just acts as a protective chunky armour used to protect oneself from the hurt and insinuations thrown at you by the world at large.

And how do we demolish the old walls in our minds, strongly rooted in our fears, insecurities and past experiences, blind to reason and hope of a better world ?

A friend tells me “Just let it be! Trust, love and patience will do the demolition job!”

And then the journey from the dry dreary desert to the lush green forest with its flowing waters and the diversity therein is worth all the adventure, promise and hope it offers!

“How high must we build these walls - Around the fields of Paradise ?”
Ricardo Pinto in 'The Chosen'.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

"I refuse to be victimised by notions of virtuous behaviour"

If it is to be, it is really upto me!

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

"Hope" - by Emily Dickinson

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops—at all
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb of Me.