Saturday, February 16, 2008
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Sunday, September 09, 2007
My Father...
I stumbled upon this poem....best expresses my thoughts about my father....
We don't stand at your grave and weep.
You are not there. You do not sleep.
You are a thousand winds that blow.
You are the diamond glints on snow.
You are the sunlight on ripened grain.
You are the gentle autumn rain.
When we awaken in the morning's hush,
You are the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
You are the soft star that shines at night.
We don't stand at your grave and cry.
You are not there. You did not die.
You are always when I wanted you to be.......
We don't stand at your grave and weep.
You are not there. You do not sleep.
You are a thousand winds that blow.
You are the diamond glints on snow.
You are the sunlight on ripened grain.
You are the gentle autumn rain.
When we awaken in the morning's hush,
You are the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
You are the soft star that shines at night.
We don't stand at your grave and cry.
You are not there. You did not die.
You are always when I wanted you to be.......
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Change
There has been lot of changes in my life and it is having a cascading effect on me too. I am looking forward to make some changes in my outlook to future. I seem to be picking up some responsilities on the way...well...I got to accept the fact that like it or not...I need to change to better my life....some hard decisions and hard tasks ahead...for BETTER
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Music that turns me on
I think, one of the things that keeps me moving is music. It is a great healing force on me. Being a constant traveler, I have enough time in my hands to ponder on lot of things and some are quite disturbing. My work, for example, was quite taxing and it hits my nerves badly. I tend to carry these negativity to my home....but in the meanwhile, my mood takes a 180 degree turnout, if I listen to something soothing. At times, it makes me nostalgic, brings back good memories and silently makes me smile.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Every morning...
when I get to start to the office...I start thinking the things which I am going to miss during the absence at home. Usually, it starts with my son requesting me to stay back and play with him. It's funny at times when he throws some spetacular questions at me and I blarping out some funny answers. Not that I want lie to him, but I dont have the answers to his questions. His interests in the new things he sees in his life, perks up my interest in life..here is my inspiration...tiny and serious about life..
Friday, June 08, 2007
Speed Demon Photography
some beautiful photos that freezes time...
http://www.crestock.com/blog/photography/speed-demon-photography-76.aspx
http://www.crestock.com/blog/photography/speed-demon-photography-76.aspx
Monday, May 28, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Advices for those who take life too seriously
- You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be misquoted, then used against you.
- Plan to be spontaneous - tomorrow.
- Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.
- To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.
- Despite the cost of living, have you noticed how popular it remains?
- Borrow money from a pessimist - they don't expect it back.
- A day without sunshine is, like, night.
- I intend to live forever - so far so good.
- He who laughs last thinks slowest.
- On the other hand, you have different fingers.
- 99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.
- Experience is something you don't get until just after you need it.
- I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be without sponges.
- Nothing is foolproof to a talented fool.
- Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of checks.
- A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.
- If at first you don't succeed, destroy all evidence that you tried.
- The severity of the itch is inversely proportional to theability to reach it.
- No one is listening until you make a mistake.
- Success always occurs in private and failure in full view.
- You never really learn to swear until you learn to drive.
- The sooner you fall behind the more time you'll have to catch up.
- Always try to be modest and be proud of it!
- A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.
- If at first you don't succeed, then skydiving isn't for you.
- via: wordworx.co.nz
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
lessons to be learnt
It was a long time since i had put in some words here. The real reason was that I was depressed for reasons known only to me. I was unlucky enough to loose a friend for no fault of mine. Even now, I am wondering why I was hated for no reasons. Sometimes people use you for their own welfare and when the means are achieved, you are out of there life. I pray for this friend of mine and may God put some good sense into the mind of this person.
As I was reading one of the blogs....I tumbled upon this wonderful true story of inspiration...http://www.alexisleon.com/story.html
As I was reading one of the blogs....I tumbled upon this wonderful true story of inspiration...http://www.alexisleon.com/story.html
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
The English Language
Read this interesting thing about the Queen's language
Let's face it
English is a stupid language.
There is no egg in the eggplant
No ham in the hamburger
And neither pine nor apple in the pineapple.
English muffins were not invented in England
French fries were not invented in France.
We sometimes take English for granted
But if we examine its paradoxes we find that
Quicksand takes you down slowly
Boxing rings are square
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
If writers write, how come fingers don't fing.
If the plural of tooth is teeth
Shouldn't the plural of phone booth be phone beeth
If the teacher taught,
Why didn't the preacher praught.
If a vegetarian eats vegetables
What the heck does a humanitarian eat!?
Why do people recite at a play
Yet play at a recital?
Park on driveways and
Drive on parkways
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy
Of a language where a house can burn up as
It burns down
And in which you fill in a form
By filling it out
And a bell is only heard once it goes!
English was invented by people, not computers
And it reflects the creativity of the human race
(Which of course isn't a race at all)
That is why
When the stars are out they are visible
But when the lights are out they are invisible
And why it is that when I wind up my watch
It starts
But when I wind up this observation,
It ends?
Let's face it
English is a stupid language.
There is no egg in the eggplant
No ham in the hamburger
And neither pine nor apple in the pineapple.
English muffins were not invented in England
French fries were not invented in France.
We sometimes take English for granted
But if we examine its paradoxes we find that
Quicksand takes you down slowly
Boxing rings are square
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
If writers write, how come fingers don't fing.
If the plural of tooth is teeth
Shouldn't the plural of phone booth be phone beeth
If the teacher taught,
Why didn't the preacher praught.
If a vegetarian eats vegetables
What the heck does a humanitarian eat!?
Why do people recite at a play
Yet play at a recital?
Park on driveways and
Drive on parkways
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy
Of a language where a house can burn up as
It burns down
And in which you fill in a form
By filling it out
And a bell is only heard once it goes!
English was invented by people, not computers
And it reflects the creativity of the human race
(Which of course isn't a race at all)
That is why
When the stars are out they are visible
But when the lights are out they are invisible
And why it is that when I wind up my watch
It starts
But when I wind up this observation,
It ends?
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Came across this article again....
Just read along what a fresh father has to say about his new daughter...
by Tom Evslin, written in 1979 (and posted recently on his blog) on the birth of his daughter:
A few weeks ago my daughter Katy was born. She started out terribly; grey, streaked with blood, and with her umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. Central Vermont Hospital took care of all that very well and now she is less the worse for wear than I am.
But she is helpless, incredibly helpless. It’s been a few years since I’ve had an infant to watch and I’d forgotten. She can’t hold her huge head up; she can’t use her hands; and her eyes discover the world piece by piece at random.
No other mammal has babies nearly as helpless as ours. Even blind puppies walk to their first nursing. And the reflexive curling of Katy’s toes reminds me that, if she were a monkey, she’d already he able to hold onto a branch.
One theory is that the head is the problem. For better or for worse, humans have brains proportional1y far bigger than those of other species. The head built to contain this giant brain has run into an evolutionary trap. It’s almost too big to be born.
That is why humans have more trouble with childbirth than other species. And so, the theory goes, in order to be born at all, humans must be born prematurely. In other words, human babies are so helpless because they are still in an advanced state of fetal development. If they waited until they were as developed as other mammal babies, their heads would he too large for delivery.
I think there is another reason in the grand scheme of things why our babies are born with so much to learn.
The babies of other species come preprogrammed. They already have most basic motor skills. In general, the lower down the evolutionary ladder a species is, the more adult skills its babies have built in.
Our babies know how to nurse. Everything else they have to learn. It seems very inefficient that we have to learn to lift our heads, then learn to roll over, then creep, then walk. But I think this inefficiency serves a purpose.
While my daughter Katy is learning the simple task of making her hand touch what her eye sees, she will also he learning how to learn. As she tries and fails and tries again, her mind will learn how to retain experience. As her left hand learns what her right hand knows, her mind will learn to reason and extrapolate.
As Katy takes a year to learn the motor skills a monkey is born with, she will be preparing herself for the great task of mastering a spoken language. As she struggles pitifully to make a rattle work right, she will he learning to learn to read and write.
Above all, we are nature’s best learners. We have very dull eyes, puny teeth, a weak sense of smell, and we don’t hear very well. Our physical prowess is probably the laughingstock of the animal kingdom. But we can learn. We learn how to learn while we learn how to walk.
Welcome, Katy, to a genuine learning experience. And good luck.
by Tom Evslin, written in 1979 (and posted recently on his blog) on the birth of his daughter:
A few weeks ago my daughter Katy was born. She started out terribly; grey, streaked with blood, and with her umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. Central Vermont Hospital took care of all that very well and now she is less the worse for wear than I am.
But she is helpless, incredibly helpless. It’s been a few years since I’ve had an infant to watch and I’d forgotten. She can’t hold her huge head up; she can’t use her hands; and her eyes discover the world piece by piece at random.
No other mammal has babies nearly as helpless as ours. Even blind puppies walk to their first nursing. And the reflexive curling of Katy’s toes reminds me that, if she were a monkey, she’d already he able to hold onto a branch.
One theory is that the head is the problem. For better or for worse, humans have brains proportional1y far bigger than those of other species. The head built to contain this giant brain has run into an evolutionary trap. It’s almost too big to be born.
That is why humans have more trouble with childbirth than other species. And so, the theory goes, in order to be born at all, humans must be born prematurely. In other words, human babies are so helpless because they are still in an advanced state of fetal development. If they waited until they were as developed as other mammal babies, their heads would he too large for delivery.
I think there is another reason in the grand scheme of things why our babies are born with so much to learn.
The babies of other species come preprogrammed. They already have most basic motor skills. In general, the lower down the evolutionary ladder a species is, the more adult skills its babies have built in.
Our babies know how to nurse. Everything else they have to learn. It seems very inefficient that we have to learn to lift our heads, then learn to roll over, then creep, then walk. But I think this inefficiency serves a purpose.
While my daughter Katy is learning the simple task of making her hand touch what her eye sees, she will also he learning how to learn. As she tries and fails and tries again, her mind will learn how to retain experience. As her left hand learns what her right hand knows, her mind will learn to reason and extrapolate.
As Katy takes a year to learn the motor skills a monkey is born with, she will be preparing herself for the great task of mastering a spoken language. As she struggles pitifully to make a rattle work right, she will he learning to learn to read and write.
Above all, we are nature’s best learners. We have very dull eyes, puny teeth, a weak sense of smell, and we don’t hear very well. Our physical prowess is probably the laughingstock of the animal kingdom. But we can learn. We learn how to learn while we learn how to walk.
Welcome, Katy, to a genuine learning experience. And good luck.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Adieu for the moment
Not much seems to be happening, except for the change of the minute and the date. My mind is not taking orders. It is having a free run. The course of it is unknown. Obsessed feelings and confused perception about life and fellow beings. People take people for granted. Seriousness is serious when people need people or else you dont exist. Sorrys are told as if accidentally stepping on a stranger's feet whereas the real pain was felt in my heart. That is when death becomes the threshold of life.
Threshold
I was not aware of the moment when I first crossed the threshold of this life.
What was the power that made me open out into this vast mystery like a bud in the forest at midnight?
When in the morning I looked upon the light, I felt in a moment that I was no stranger in this world
That the inscrutable without name and form had taken me in its arms in the form of my own mother.
Even so, in death the same unknown will appear as ever known to me
And because I love this life, I know I shall love death as well.
The child cries out when from the right breast the mother takes it away in the very next moment to find in the left one its consolation.
From Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore
Sunday, December 31, 2006
The end or a beginning...
Happily the last day of the year turned out to be a Sunday. Though it was a lazy day with lazy thoughts, my mind is fully equipped with whatever, it is difficult to assess and seems to throw me off the balance. I just decided to strongly ponder upon the facts of this year and answer the question why I am bogged with all this.
Actually the start of the year had nothing fresh to offer me, since I was with the same company and was continuing with the same kind of mechanical drudgery. The challenge at office was not new…because these challenges were due to the insufficiency of the organization rather than my own making. Change was no where in sight and the forces that would give me that change was not evident. Sometimes during July, I got a phone call from a consultant which led me to a change in job. September – my work base had changed. New office had forced a lot of change in to me. Normally I am reclusive, introvert guy and somebody had to force me to talk. Here I became a forced extrovert. The initial two months had not much impact on me as there was not much to do. Then I was asked to travel to Ireland for a knowledge transition, which was during November. The entire month, I was there understanding the client’s way of functioning. Ireland had a lot to offer me. In a way, I understood people here are just like us Indians and whatever were the pre-conceived notions about them had got erased out. I had some lovely friends, who genuinely loved to meet me and extend there relationship as a friend beyond the professional sphere. Like me, they were intrigued about our way of life. They ask me lot of funny questions about Indian way of life. It was surprise to me that outside India, we are looked upon as a great civilization; people respect us. It’s only us who don’t value ourselves. Most of the taxi-drivers I spoke during my long journey had great words to say about Gandhiji and his ideals. Young people talk about peace with the same breath they talk about Gandhian values. Back at Chennai, the environment at office had changed drastically. Like I said I had to move around with people. I had to make friendship with lots of people and came out of my own self-imposed shell. I was asked to led the show for a small set of people. I did lot of talking; making them understand, what I had learnt at Ireland. Everyday there were regular sessions of 4-5 hours. These activities brought forth my capabilities as a teacher. My subject matter was little, since it was related technical skill which people can easily learn. But I did a lot of talking on observing skill, technical problem solving, about life, humor and did my best to the make the sessions an engaging one. It was more interactive and feedback was encouraging to me. This was a good experience to me. I can see the changes happening inside me too.
As of my personal life, sometime during the course of the year, it was on shaky terrain. If I am asked to put in words about what transpired, it would be difficult. The strength of my feeling and emotion will not equate the strength of my words. My behavior was obsessive. I, as a person was strong to the point that I will never let anybody down. My belief in my own word was strong and was committed to each word I utter. I expected the same from each person I interact with. I derived strength from this person not realizing that it is within me. I had shared each moment of life with this person. I was literally giving a running commentary of my life. I never knew that time and situation had anything to do with relationships. I believed that, everybody is a reflection of me. I was wrong on many counts. I was naïve. I was self-destructive. And at last I was disturbing this person to the point that the confession came out that I was a disturbance and my presence in her life was a ‘time-being’. The lesson was that people change and they change for there own good. The lesson was good and I think this doesn’t deserve more words and thoughts.
My son has started uttering wonderful words. My prayer was answered. I wanted him to emulate Dennis ‘the menace’ and now I fear he is much more than that. He reads my mind like Sigmund Freud. He knows what makes me laugh and what makes me shout at him. He knows how to divert me. He knows the timing of each of my action. He knows his smiles will make me strong and whenever I am down, with his little pep talk fires the spirits inside to look ahead into life. At this moment of life, he is my biggest teacher. He gets the things he deserves and works hard towards achieving them. He never retracts from what he wants. He is a go-getter…proactive to the core. He believes that he is his best help.
When I look ahead, New Year is just going to be a change in the date and an addition to the number of year I have spent here. Any amount of resolution on this day will not change me. For me, lessons are learnt then and there and resolutions are set for a life and should not be restricted to this day. Lessons are inherent inside me; some just got dissolved into my blood and some into my heart. Some lessons have conditioned me so much that it got dissolved into my character trait. I am looking forward with excitement, each moment, each minute, each dawn with lots of expectation and positive signs of Life.
Actually the start of the year had nothing fresh to offer me, since I was with the same company and was continuing with the same kind of mechanical drudgery. The challenge at office was not new…because these challenges were due to the insufficiency of the organization rather than my own making. Change was no where in sight and the forces that would give me that change was not evident. Sometimes during July, I got a phone call from a consultant which led me to a change in job. September – my work base had changed. New office had forced a lot of change in to me. Normally I am reclusive, introvert guy and somebody had to force me to talk. Here I became a forced extrovert. The initial two months had not much impact on me as there was not much to do. Then I was asked to travel to Ireland for a knowledge transition, which was during November. The entire month, I was there understanding the client’s way of functioning. Ireland had a lot to offer me. In a way, I understood people here are just like us Indians and whatever were the pre-conceived notions about them had got erased out. I had some lovely friends, who genuinely loved to meet me and extend there relationship as a friend beyond the professional sphere. Like me, they were intrigued about our way of life. They ask me lot of funny questions about Indian way of life. It was surprise to me that outside India, we are looked upon as a great civilization; people respect us. It’s only us who don’t value ourselves. Most of the taxi-drivers I spoke during my long journey had great words to say about Gandhiji and his ideals. Young people talk about peace with the same breath they talk about Gandhian values. Back at Chennai, the environment at office had changed drastically. Like I said I had to move around with people. I had to make friendship with lots of people and came out of my own self-imposed shell. I was asked to led the show for a small set of people. I did lot of talking; making them understand, what I had learnt at Ireland. Everyday there were regular sessions of 4-5 hours. These activities brought forth my capabilities as a teacher. My subject matter was little, since it was related technical skill which people can easily learn. But I did a lot of talking on observing skill, technical problem solving, about life, humor and did my best to the make the sessions an engaging one. It was more interactive and feedback was encouraging to me. This was a good experience to me. I can see the changes happening inside me too.
As of my personal life, sometime during the course of the year, it was on shaky terrain. If I am asked to put in words about what transpired, it would be difficult. The strength of my feeling and emotion will not equate the strength of my words. My behavior was obsessive. I, as a person was strong to the point that I will never let anybody down. My belief in my own word was strong and was committed to each word I utter. I expected the same from each person I interact with. I derived strength from this person not realizing that it is within me. I had shared each moment of life with this person. I was literally giving a running commentary of my life. I never knew that time and situation had anything to do with relationships. I believed that, everybody is a reflection of me. I was wrong on many counts. I was naïve. I was self-destructive. And at last I was disturbing this person to the point that the confession came out that I was a disturbance and my presence in her life was a ‘time-being’. The lesson was that people change and they change for there own good. The lesson was good and I think this doesn’t deserve more words and thoughts.
My son has started uttering wonderful words. My prayer was answered. I wanted him to emulate Dennis ‘the menace’ and now I fear he is much more than that. He reads my mind like Sigmund Freud. He knows what makes me laugh and what makes me shout at him. He knows how to divert me. He knows the timing of each of my action. He knows his smiles will make me strong and whenever I am down, with his little pep talk fires the spirits inside to look ahead into life. At this moment of life, he is my biggest teacher. He gets the things he deserves and works hard towards achieving them. He never retracts from what he wants. He is a go-getter…proactive to the core. He believes that he is his best help.
When I look ahead, New Year is just going to be a change in the date and an addition to the number of year I have spent here. Any amount of resolution on this day will not change me. For me, lessons are learnt then and there and resolutions are set for a life and should not be restricted to this day. Lessons are inherent inside me; some just got dissolved into my blood and some into my heart. Some lessons have conditioned me so much that it got dissolved into my character trait. I am looking forward with excitement, each moment, each minute, each dawn with lots of expectation and positive signs of Life.
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