Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Random Ramblings
It's not that waves have anything against anyone, but they just are doing what they are meant to do. And the kid next door, who is creating these beautiful sand castles is trying to hone his skills as an artist, and retrying to perfect his castle every single time - but still there is an "uncalled for"conflict between the existence of the two.
Likewise is the case with us - we never wish to do others bad; in fact, it is this human nature only that thinks of how others can be benefited, sometimes even before thinking of his own (all right, in some cases it may not be true; but I'm sure it is, in many cases. How can one otherwise explain superiority of human race over other life forms) - and the hypothesis that I have reiterated innumerable times comes befitting, which says that every human is good, unless proved otherwise.
Being happy doesn't mean that everything is perfect. It means that you've decided to look beyond the imperfections.
I do agree that bad things happen, but most of the times, it is a bad judgment or situation, which, by the way, can be handled. The critical thing is to know how to get to the best solution - because there is only one best solution. Any other way, will only be second best. But not getting the best way should not be a concern - the concern should arise only if it seems that there is no way out.
And what works without fail is, plain talk. Talk, because silence is the root of all evil, and blurting your heart out is the best way to know what you yourself think as well; that's because before you say it, even you don't know what you know and what you don't. It's just like when I was a kid and my mom used to tell me to write whatever I had learned - whatever I wrote, I never forgot, and whatever I thought I knew, but didn't not pen down, never occurred to me when required. This now explains to me why I got such grades in school.
And finally - I laugh, I love, I hope, I try, I hurt, I need, I fear, I cry. And I know you do the same things too, So we're really not that different, me and you. We're the same. Me and you. And everyone else too.
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
In a trans
Monday, November 03, 2008
Massa wins, but loses :(
How can Glock let them pass - how can it happen. It just has to be reversed - just like it was done a few years back, when Barrichello had allowed Schumacher to pass, in order to get the desired points.
For those who don't know, Massa won the battle, but Hamilton wins the crown. Most breathtaking last 30 seconds in a formula 1 GP I have ever witnessed.
Next year, beware. Ferrari drivers will be on a roll yet again - Raikonnen & Massa won't let it happen again, and win comfortably. This just might be Hamilton's first one (if he can cling on to it, in case no inquiry sits for this), but definitely his last. The guy just doesn't have the penchant for lucky charms. Or should I stay unlucky charms.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Chaos Theory
If things go wrong,
As they sometimes will,
And the road onwards,
Seems all uphill..
..when the … is low,
And the debts are high..
..something something something..
..rest if you must,
But don’t you quit!
These are a few lines I can recollect from long time back (I guess I got one of my first prizes reciting this poem in primary school, gesturing my hands up & down, round & round, making faces full of amazement & shock at times, just to show how good I was engrossed during the recitation). It looks obvious, very simple, and yet so complicated.
Innumerable times has it been discussed that when things go wrong, one should take them into stride & go on. However, one hardly thinks of the takeaways from such instances.
And yet, there is hope. Irony, maybe.
Random thoughts, actually.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Dream On..
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Wednesday, August 06, 2008
'Good'
Come what may, even when circumstances galore, just like entropy that always increases, goodness in the world can only appreciate.
Sample this - I host many people from International Hospitality Club; infact, recently more often than not, I've had someone at our place, spending the night, on a stopover or having a look around delhi. And in all cases, I have only heard cases of people helping each other - never has been the case that ANY HC member would tell me that they've had a shabby experience anywhere.
Curiosity is one thing; personal interests could be another - but other than that, I've seen that people don't trouble each other. Agreed that there is a cold war kind of culture change happening everywhere, where people don't even know their neighbors properly these days, but that is mostly because of busy nature of people, and don't say anything about people not being 'good' to each other.
Every day, I greet many people. Many greet me.
"Hey Abhinav, how are you today?"
"I am good Deepak. Thanks. How are you doing?"
"I'm good - thanks"
Having this conversation time and again, everyday, with everyone, doesn't bore me. That's because, it gives a 'good' feeling - a feeling which tells you that you 'indeed' HAVE a life - a life where people do care - although very in a very passive way, as it emanates from this example, but it does make sense, doesn't it?
Don't you think you're doing good? Or you are good? Or if nothing else, I'm good?
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with arms wide open
Another one says:
...when you are with me,
I'm free,
I'm careless.....
...My sacrifice
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Monday, August 04, 2008
my lady..
Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn!
I've grown accustomed to her face.
She almost makes the day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the tune that
She whistles night and noon.
Her smiles, her frowns,
Her ups, her downs
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I was serenely independent and content before we met;
Surely I could always be that way again-
And yet
I've grown accustomed to her look;
Accustomed to her voice;
Accustomed to her face.
Her joys, her woes,
Her highs, her lows,
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I'm very grateful she's a woman
And so easy to forget;
Rather like a habit
One can always break-
And yet,
I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air;
Accustomed to her face.