Yippeeee!
Back home for the hols, for a day :) A north-india tour beckons, so too do twenty fellow animals who want to see Corbett.
Jan's engagement went off well... the food was awesome, and so were the groom's side... both hallmarks of a great pair-up :D
Sigh... Early (well... its 8.30) morning Bournvita from amma, My mug reads, "World's greatest SON!" and i glow with recognition that this is home. I go inside to put this for washing, when I see a long-untouched mug that reads, "World's greatest DAUGHTER!" and suddenly realize, not quite.
*wrestles with March 25th*
Monday, November 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
The importance of being Earnest...
Everyone has his taste, his poison... some have more than one, but those are the exotic ones, the ones that crave spice, the elusive variety, everything life has to offer. Everyone's entitled to his poison.
I've never understood people having to justify themselves to me. Granted, my tone s severe when the topic veers towards vice, of any degree, and especially the one that allows escapism. To do what you please and blame it on something else, retreat into the shadow of a harmless, inanimate thing which picks up the flak for all that you do. Alcohol is so bad! Too bad he's come under the influence.
Anything you do, do it bravely. It's your life... its yours to live. The only time you know you shouldn't be doing something, is when you know you cant look yourself in the eye and say it.
Or, close enough, when you can't look a friend in the eye and tell him.
I've never understood people having to justify themselves to me. Granted, my tone s severe when the topic veers towards vice, of any degree, and especially the one that allows escapism. To do what you please and blame it on something else, retreat into the shadow of a harmless, inanimate thing which picks up the flak for all that you do. Alcohol is so bad! Too bad he's come under the influence.
Anything you do, do it bravely. It's your life... its yours to live. The only time you know you shouldn't be doing something, is when you know you cant look yourself in the eye and say it.
Or, close enough, when you can't look a friend in the eye and tell him.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
A thought...
Isn't it simpler to lead life for yourself, rather than for another, and expect reciprocation?
That I am opposed to interference is no new thing. Every person has a life to lead, a set of principles to live them by, and some small, perhaps whimsical goals in mind. Yet ever so often, we lose these goals to rectified thought, born from the factories of education, and the suffocating comfort of belief.
Children do not reason. They do not research nor plan. Children do not lead a life, they live it. Adults grow up, and forget the sound of their own voice, drowned under an incessant storm of expectation. Adults reason, they live. Children dream.
What use is a life without a dream? Will you, ten, twenty or thirty years down the line, sit up in bed one day, as a childhood dream comes back to you? Will your world then seem unfamiliar, strange, almost manufactured? Will you feel like you're leading another person's life? And maybe in the midst of all that, you will hear a small, accusing voice that asks you where its dream went...
When I was a child, I had a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look, but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child has grown
The dream is gone
Wouldn't you rather risk being a child a few years longer, than lose your dream in the hurry to grow up, to please, and to be accepted? Just a thought...
That I am opposed to interference is no new thing. Every person has a life to lead, a set of principles to live them by, and some small, perhaps whimsical goals in mind. Yet ever so often, we lose these goals to rectified thought, born from the factories of education, and the suffocating comfort of belief.
Children do not reason. They do not research nor plan. Children do not lead a life, they live it. Adults grow up, and forget the sound of their own voice, drowned under an incessant storm of expectation. Adults reason, they live. Children dream.
What use is a life without a dream? Will you, ten, twenty or thirty years down the line, sit up in bed one day, as a childhood dream comes back to you? Will your world then seem unfamiliar, strange, almost manufactured? Will you feel like you're leading another person's life? And maybe in the midst of all that, you will hear a small, accusing voice that asks you where its dream went...
When I was a child, I had a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look, but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child has grown
The dream is gone
Wouldn't you rather risk being a child a few years longer, than lose your dream in the hurry to grow up, to please, and to be accepted? Just a thought...
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