On my way back from lunch I cross a beautiful tree. It has red leaves. Green and red leaves. I have been walking that way everyday for almost over a month now. But I saw this tree just yesterday.
I never saw it earlier because I never saw anything. That day there were too many people walking back with me. As usual I was walking alone. But this time I was looking around and talking in my head that how I should talk more.
And then bang, I was staring at this tree. I stopped for a brief second to confirm its beauty. Red and green shading a small part of the pavement. I walked by it again today and stared at it again. I just hope it does not mind being stared at by me.
It's sort of magical. I have a feeling that at night that tree looks very different. Maybe its turns completely red and has a small passage in it's trunk which leads you to a new world. Like the Enchanted Woods in the Folk of the Faraway Tree by Enyid Blyton. A world which has beautiful fairies and lovely wood folk. Perhaps one or two vegetarian Vampires also!
Someday I want to walk up to this tree at night and find the path the leads into this world. But I will not reveal the location of this passage. The moment other humans find out, they will hack and ruin my new world just like they have ruined the one here.
If I ever do go there, I might just not comeback. I don't like this world, its too evolved. But till I get there, I will live in this world dreaming of the little passage in my magical tree that leads to a magical world.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
A STUPID BLOG POST
It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life
Yeah! I know I am getting cooler now. Quoting songs, that to English ones and famous ones.
The song sort of just sums up a lot we do every day. It can't get more obvious than this one.
It occurred to me that perhaps I saw one tiny bit of my life coming to a circle. As usual I am not to sure if the circle is complete. As usual I will need some help from the wise ones to figure this out.
So 20 years ago I had my first peek into celebrity world and since then I never really looked out of it. The whole array of good looking men saying and doing all the right things. Living a life which suddenly became the type of life that was the most ideal.
To add to the all the beautiful fantasies were those absolutely beautiful books. These books are even cooler. They let you decide how the hero looks. So books and movies dominate my life.
20 years on nothing changes.
However, the sad part is that most of these great looking actors were born almost over a decade before I was. Very sad. It always breaks my heart. But then I say to myself so what! and continue my romance with men behind the screen.
After almost 2 decades I have come across a book which just leaves me asking for more. I am exposed to the world of Vampires and I read about the most beautiful one! Wow!
Then I watch the film made on this book and the guy who plays the Vampire, is absolutely stunning. And the after so many years there is a man behind that screen who is my age. Sigh relief!
But it put a lot of things into perspective. I thought of my niece who is four now. In another 10 years she will also join this little world. At that point of time she will probably like this beautiful Vampire too. Watch the movie and the trail will follow.
And bang she will find out he is as old as her aunt! I know how it feels. The first reaction is that you start hating your aunt!
And at the same time she will find out her aunt too is a smitten kitten at 30 something, single and hopefully very preety atleast by then!
So thats coming a full circle. The circle of life.
This is the stupidist thing that one will ever read or write. Sorry for this torture my friends. But I am sure you can sort this out for me.
The song sort of just sums up a lot we do every day. It can't get more obvious than this one.
It occurred to me that perhaps I saw one tiny bit of my life coming to a circle. As usual I am not to sure if the circle is complete. As usual I will need some help from the wise ones to figure this out.
So 20 years ago I had my first peek into celebrity world and since then I never really looked out of it. The whole array of good looking men saying and doing all the right things. Living a life which suddenly became the type of life that was the most ideal.
To add to the all the beautiful fantasies were those absolutely beautiful books. These books are even cooler. They let you decide how the hero looks. So books and movies dominate my life.
20 years on nothing changes.
However, the sad part is that most of these great looking actors were born almost over a decade before I was. Very sad. It always breaks my heart. But then I say to myself so what! and continue my romance with men behind the screen.
After almost 2 decades I have come across a book which just leaves me asking for more. I am exposed to the world of Vampires and I read about the most beautiful one! Wow!
Then I watch the film made on this book and the guy who plays the Vampire, is absolutely stunning. And the after so many years there is a man behind that screen who is my age. Sigh relief!
But it put a lot of things into perspective. I thought of my niece who is four now. In another 10 years she will also join this little world. At that point of time she will probably like this beautiful Vampire too. Watch the movie and the trail will follow.
And bang she will find out he is as old as her aunt! I know how it feels. The first reaction is that you start hating your aunt!
And at the same time she will find out her aunt too is a smitten kitten at 30 something, single and hopefully very preety atleast by then!
So thats coming a full circle. The circle of life.
This is the stupidist thing that one will ever read or write. Sorry for this torture my friends. But I am sure you can sort this out for me.
Monday, February 8, 2010
ARMED FOR MOSQUITO ATTACKS
There is good news for people with fat arms like mine. Recently, the layers of fat on my arm saved me from a mosquito attack. Well am serious. I do not have and scientific tests or surveys to prove this. But I have the testimony of my own eyes, my arms and the mosquito that is no more. You have no option but to believe me.
It happened one evening, when I was sitting in my office and reading random stuff online. I am sure the fellow was sitting on my right arm for quite some time. Well time, which in mosquito world is enough to suck out a large amount of human blood.
So, this mosquito was sitiing on my arm trying to get some snack out of me. I noticed it after sometime, really working hard. And then I did what one is supposed to do to mosquitoes caught snacking on you. I lifted my left hand and smashed it with my palm.
From experience I know that when you kill a mosquito who is still feeding on you, there is a splash of blood that spurts out from his/her body. Considering the time that mosquito had spent on me he should have been over fed. But there was no trace of blood when I killed it.
Shock was my first reaction too. Also there was no trace of a bite on my around that area of arm. After days of thinking I came to some insightful insights.
I realised that the mosquito was unable to penetrate the layers of fat on my arm to get the blood he needed. My fat arms saved me from a host of deadly diseases which could have been injected into me. Which also implies that fat arms are good for immunity. They keep us safe from life threatening attacks.
The thin ones can wear sleeveless tops to a party in the open and end up in bed (well from whichever angle you want to see that bed) next day. But thanks to our fat arms, we can wear sleeveless and stay out of bed (read the bracket above).
So women and men don't feel sad about those arms. They are a life saver and I say that from personal experience. Thank God! for all the fat in my arms I now value every layer of it.
It happened one evening, when I was sitting in my office and reading random stuff online. I am sure the fellow was sitting on my right arm for quite some time. Well time, which in mosquito world is enough to suck out a large amount of human blood.
So, this mosquito was sitiing on my arm trying to get some snack out of me. I noticed it after sometime, really working hard. And then I did what one is supposed to do to mosquitoes caught snacking on you. I lifted my left hand and smashed it with my palm.
From experience I know that when you kill a mosquito who is still feeding on you, there is a splash of blood that spurts out from his/her body. Considering the time that mosquito had spent on me he should have been over fed. But there was no trace of blood when I killed it.
Shock was my first reaction too. Also there was no trace of a bite on my around that area of arm. After days of thinking I came to some insightful insights.
I realised that the mosquito was unable to penetrate the layers of fat on my arm to get the blood he needed. My fat arms saved me from a host of deadly diseases which could have been injected into me. Which also implies that fat arms are good for immunity. They keep us safe from life threatening attacks.
The thin ones can wear sleeveless tops to a party in the open and end up in bed (well from whichever angle you want to see that bed) next day. But thanks to our fat arms, we can wear sleeveless and stay out of bed (read the bracket above).
So women and men don't feel sad about those arms. They are a life saver and I say that from personal experience. Thank God! for all the fat in my arms I now value every layer of it.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
WORLDS APART
Get real they all keep telling me. I smile and say I am real. While I say that I am lost in other world another time zone listening to another set of voices coming from a distance.
So let me assume like Hegel that there is a real world and there is an ideal world. We all want to live in the ideal but we end up in the real world fighting to reach the ideal.
The conflict between the two, ideal and real, which Hegel calls dialectics, leads to change. That is some basic political theory gyan for you. I can go on to tell you how Marx interpreted this but then you don't really want to know.
The day we accept the real to be our ideal, change stops. But then change never stops. The process in our head stops and something dies. We might be alive doing all mortal things but something, somewhere within us ceases to exist.
While we all have our own little worlds in this big world, some part of it does touch reality and it hurts. But once you get the that part into your world again it heals fast, real fast.
So for all those who come up with the lame 'get real',we won't. We will continue to love our heroes knowing that they are fictional and can never ever come to life. We will still think that those men in celluloid are made for us even if it means seeing them only in celluloid. The stories can happen to us as well. We can happen as well. For our world might not be real like yours, but it has more hope.
Like I said I love my world. Its beautiful. Too bad you have not yet found yours.
So let me assume like Hegel that there is a real world and there is an ideal world. We all want to live in the ideal but we end up in the real world fighting to reach the ideal.
The conflict between the two, ideal and real, which Hegel calls dialectics, leads to change. That is some basic political theory gyan for you. I can go on to tell you how Marx interpreted this but then you don't really want to know.
The day we accept the real to be our ideal, change stops. But then change never stops. The process in our head stops and something dies. We might be alive doing all mortal things but something, somewhere within us ceases to exist.
While we all have our own little worlds in this big world, some part of it does touch reality and it hurts. But once you get the that part into your world again it heals fast, real fast.
So for all those who come up with the lame 'get real',we won't. We will continue to love our heroes knowing that they are fictional and can never ever come to life. We will still think that those men in celluloid are made for us even if it means seeing them only in celluloid. The stories can happen to us as well. We can happen as well. For our world might not be real like yours, but it has more hope.
Like I said I love my world. Its beautiful. Too bad you have not yet found yours.
Friday, January 15, 2010
SUNS MESSENGER
I see her everyday,
frowning at the sun.
In her mind she probably says
oh! you have finally come.
The moment she opens her eyes,
the world begins to work again.
She has no time to sit back and think
what a beautiful morning it is today.
They all wait for her to wake up
for her to begin their day.
To shake them out of cosy beds
and tell them the sun is here again.
Are you the suns messenger mom?
you always bring him to us.
Your sweet smile has more warmth
than the sun can ever impart.
frowning at the sun.
In her mind she probably says
oh! you have finally come.
The moment she opens her eyes,
the world begins to work again.
She has no time to sit back and think
what a beautiful morning it is today.
They all wait for her to wake up
for her to begin their day.
To shake them out of cosy beds
and tell them the sun is here again.
Are you the suns messenger mom?
you always bring him to us.
Your sweet smile has more warmth
than the sun can ever impart.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
HOPELESS ATTEMPT TO WRITE WHAT THEY CALL A LOVE LETTER
Dear...
I have no clue who you are. I don't even know your gender. But then am still writing my first letter showing emotions of love to you. This was not something I was wanting to do for a long time. Writing something is better than staring at multiple tabs on Mozilla FireFox.
So i don't know you. But i expect you to be a decent person who believes in respecting fellow human beings. If you are a man then you must surely know how to respect women. Secretly I also pray that you are a good sport and the word sport means a lot to you. That's the little I ask of you. If I start putting up conditions, you will shy away. Its impossible for a single human being to meet such high standards. And I don't expect you to be perfect either. When God is not perfect how can any of us be.
Coming back to my mortal feelings. The fact that I am expressing some emotion for you is a sign that i have a lot more to express. But don't expect me to express it all at once. You have to make the first move. You will have to walk up to me and tell me that you love me. Please don't say it over the phone or worst over Gtalk or on Facebook. I will never reply. If I do give you a reply it will not be an instant one. So don't get me wrong. I might say it a day later but I will say yes.
I am already putting a lot of conditions on you and probably stifling you. If you ever feel so come and say it to me directly. Don't spoil another woman's life by cheating only to get your space. On my part I can only say that I will not cheat on you. But if you torture me and cheat on me I shall do the same to you.
As I go along, I see there is hardly any romance in this letter. This is only because I seek a long committed life with you and not a 5 month fling if I may call it so. And something which is forever might lack romance at times.
I am at a loss of words suddenly because I don't know what people write in letters expressing love. Maybe you could help me out with this. Maybe you could tell me how it feels to be in love with someone apart from your own self. I have spent most of life living with myself and loving myself. Maybe you could add some perspective to it.
My emotions do not reveal themselves too well here, but I must tell you that I am really excited about meeting you. I hope you are able to prove my convictions about men incorrect. I shall wait for you like I have all these years.
Hope to see you soon,
Lots of love,
I have no clue who you are. I don't even know your gender. But then am still writing my first letter showing emotions of love to you. This was not something I was wanting to do for a long time. Writing something is better than staring at multiple tabs on Mozilla FireFox.
So i don't know you. But i expect you to be a decent person who believes in respecting fellow human beings. If you are a man then you must surely know how to respect women. Secretly I also pray that you are a good sport and the word sport means a lot to you. That's the little I ask of you. If I start putting up conditions, you will shy away. Its impossible for a single human being to meet such high standards. And I don't expect you to be perfect either. When God is not perfect how can any of us be.
Coming back to my mortal feelings. The fact that I am expressing some emotion for you is a sign that i have a lot more to express. But don't expect me to express it all at once. You have to make the first move. You will have to walk up to me and tell me that you love me. Please don't say it over the phone or worst over Gtalk or on Facebook. I will never reply. If I do give you a reply it will not be an instant one. So don't get me wrong. I might say it a day later but I will say yes.
I am already putting a lot of conditions on you and probably stifling you. If you ever feel so come and say it to me directly. Don't spoil another woman's life by cheating only to get your space. On my part I can only say that I will not cheat on you. But if you torture me and cheat on me I shall do the same to you.
As I go along, I see there is hardly any romance in this letter. This is only because I seek a long committed life with you and not a 5 month fling if I may call it so. And something which is forever might lack romance at times.
I am at a loss of words suddenly because I don't know what people write in letters expressing love. Maybe you could help me out with this. Maybe you could tell me how it feels to be in love with someone apart from your own self. I have spent most of life living with myself and loving myself. Maybe you could add some perspective to it.
My emotions do not reveal themselves too well here, but I must tell you that I am really excited about meeting you. I hope you are able to prove my convictions about men incorrect. I shall wait for you like I have all these years.
Hope to see you soon,
Lots of love,
Friday, January 1, 2010
REFRESH AND RESTART
Life has been quite eventful since I hurt my hand again. If you ask me what happened to my hand. I will tell you I have a tennis elbow. Then you will ask me you play tennis? I will tell you I used to but now I don't. Then you will say so that's why. Well, before I scream again (in my mind) there is no link between the game and the injury. The fact that they coincide for me, is well, a mere coincidence.
So lets go through the events of the last few months of my life.
I became a post graduate and wore a great black robe and threw my hat up in the air. But I really don't want to tell anyone what I graduated in, its just lame. The funny bit is that I have my MA degree and am yet to get my BA degree which is more worthwhile. So if i put that in Bengali, BA er age MA bone gache. (I suck at Bengali). Going back to Pune was too much fun! 3 days just flew.. just like the money did. And Shashi Tharoor was worth looking at though he spoke nonsense.
And the next big event probably the highlight.. I QUIT! whew! too much man. You could say err when did you start. Well I started out only to realise that I had to restart. I have a particularly dislike the word quit for its negative connotations. No one quits they just move on.
So technically the new year for me is all about new beginnings. Refresh and restart, leaving all the negative backlogs behind.
And the most important resolution is to write more often even if my hand hurts.
So lets go through the events of the last few months of my life.
I became a post graduate and wore a great black robe and threw my hat up in the air. But I really don't want to tell anyone what I graduated in, its just lame. The funny bit is that I have my MA degree and am yet to get my BA degree which is more worthwhile. So if i put that in Bengali, BA er age MA bone gache. (I suck at Bengali). Going back to Pune was too much fun! 3 days just flew.. just like the money did. And Shashi Tharoor was worth looking at though he spoke nonsense.
And the next big event probably the highlight.. I QUIT! whew! too much man. You could say err when did you start. Well I started out only to realise that I had to restart. I have a particularly dislike the word quit for its negative connotations. No one quits they just move on.
So technically the new year for me is all about new beginnings. Refresh and restart, leaving all the negative backlogs behind.
And the most important resolution is to write more often even if my hand hurts.
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