Reflections...
Saturday, July 12, 2008
A month and 12 days...
... and I was beginning to wonder if it's lack of time, lack of thoughts, lack of patience... or maybe all 3 that has perhaps led to blogging taking a backseat. Till it struck me that it's none of the above. And that it's a particular TV show called Prison Break which has finally won over my ardent interest in blogging.
And all thanks to a dear dear friend who managed to hand over 3 seasons of the show, so we can watch it one after another.
I am not sure if I should be ashamed to admit it, given my complete lack of interest in TV. But yes. G & I are hooked to it like a couple of kids hooked to watching Space Avengers or something, that all we look forward to at the end of the day, is to spend the wee hours of the night together... ahem... watching Prison Break!
Jokes apart... Prison Break is truly refreshing (at least, since Twin Peaks).
And all thanks to a dear dear friend who managed to hand over 3 seasons of the show, so we can watch it one after another.
I am not sure if I should be ashamed to admit it, given my complete lack of interest in TV. But yes. G & I are hooked to it like a couple of kids hooked to watching Space Avengers or something, that all we look forward to at the end of the day, is to spend the wee hours of the night together... ahem... watching Prison Break!
Jokes apart... Prison Break is truly refreshing (at least, since Twin Peaks).
Sunday, June 01, 2008
... and to break away from the abstract-ism.
... I finally managed to take time out to go through some recent blogposts. Which is when an interesting piece caught my eye.
Quote
I have been trying to remember what I did with the last person I completely genuinely abhorred. Avoidance strikes me as the thing I would do.
... honesty is rare and hard to find. Some times even in a brutally blunt person like me. After much reflection, I have realized that I am least honest with the people I pretend I am closest too. I avoid confrontation, ignore irritation, and look past the unavoidable...
Unquote.
Which got me thinking.
There was a point in time when I always chose confrontations over avoidance.
I just HAD to have things figured out. Because back then, every relationship, every association, every hi,hello meant there was something in it for me to hold on to. In the sense of... maybe a learning. A connection. An enlightenment of sorts that made a moment of togetherness seem as though a whole lifetime was contained in it. That I would yell, fight, claw & bawl, but still hold on tight.
Till it started to dawn on me that things aren't always what they appear to be. That good times... or the feel of it... is most often than not, transient; an illusion which fades in time... and with differences. That some differences -regardless of how small or big- never really do get sorted out. That associations CAN go awry regardless of the effort you've put into it. That people -as they grow older- find confrontations to be a waste of time. That avoidance is the most practical option there is, if not the best (when called for). And that no-one really cares enough, beyond themselves for the fact that... we (including myself) are all just like that; entities resulting from a series of occurrences in our lives which makes us behave/re-act/think/respond in the manner that we just do. Which is mostly, complicated & non-comprehend-able.
So in the wake of the world churning out more selfishness, pride, pretentiousness, arrogance, abhorrence, I've figured that nothing works best than sheer avoidance when required. You either get along with some people, or you don't. And it probably has nothing to do with someone being bad/good but just a mere mis-match of wave-lengths & expectations over a period of time... and bad timing.
Yet...
life is still beautiful (just too short for pretenses perhaps)... and the orchestra continues to play on.
Quote
I have been trying to remember what I did with the last person I completely genuinely abhorred. Avoidance strikes me as the thing I would do.
... honesty is rare and hard to find. Some times even in a brutally blunt person like me. After much reflection, I have realized that I am least honest with the people I pretend I am closest too. I avoid confrontation, ignore irritation, and look past the unavoidable...
Unquote.
Which got me thinking.
There was a point in time when I always chose confrontations over avoidance.
I just HAD to have things figured out. Because back then, every relationship, every association, every hi,hello meant there was something in it for me to hold on to. In the sense of... maybe a learning. A connection. An enlightenment of sorts that made a moment of togetherness seem as though a whole lifetime was contained in it. That I would yell, fight, claw & bawl, but still hold on tight.
Till it started to dawn on me that things aren't always what they appear to be. That good times... or the feel of it... is most often than not, transient; an illusion which fades in time... and with differences. That some differences -regardless of how small or big- never really do get sorted out. That associations CAN go awry regardless of the effort you've put into it. That people -as they grow older- find confrontations to be a waste of time. That avoidance is the most practical option there is, if not the best (when called for). And that no-one really cares enough, beyond themselves for the fact that... we (including myself) are all just like that; entities resulting from a series of occurrences in our lives which makes us behave/re-act/think/respond in the manner that we just do. Which is mostly, complicated & non-comprehend-able.
So in the wake of the world churning out more selfishness, pride, pretentiousness, arrogance, abhorrence, I've figured that nothing works best than sheer avoidance when required. You either get along with some people, or you don't. And it probably has nothing to do with someone being bad/good but just a mere mis-match of wave-lengths & expectations over a period of time... and bad timing.
Yet...
life is still beautiful (just too short for pretenses perhaps)... and the orchestra continues to play on.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Of strength, self-worth & spinning plates
... Of the many lives disconnected by time & space, yet inter-twined with one another, by the mere reflection of thoughts that echo through their minds...
Some spoken of...
Some unspoken of.
Some spoken of...
Some unspoken of.
Labels: on 3 particular blogs.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
The Low Ebb
... Today, the shore would have endlessly romanced with the waves had it not been for the low tide. Today, the Ebb chose to arrive. Yet... even in imbalance, beauty managed to manifest itself...
...
Listened to a few olden goldies this afternoon and felt good as ever.
Mr. Tambourine man (The Byrds version)
What a wonderful world (by good ol' Louis Armstrong)
Kathy's song (Simon & Garfunkel)
Why don't they make songs like these anymore? :-/
Mr. Tambourine man (The Byrds version)
What a wonderful world (by good ol' Louis Armstrong)
Kathy's song (Simon & Garfunkel)
Why don't they make songs like these anymore? :-/
Thursday, May 08, 2008
You know you are "just married" :
(from a 'her' perspective):
1. When your parents call in and start to inquire about the well-being of your spouse... rather than you.
2. When you squirm at the term... ‘husband’ & ‘honeymoon’
3. When you start to realize that anything lost around the house was once-upon-a-time, easier to find.
4. When you start fretting over matters such as content of salt in your cooking... and if the tea is ok.
5. When your friends (with an interesting tone to note!) question you on what you have been up to if by chance you happened to miss their calls...(this one’s for you, P!).
... and last... but not the least…
6. When you wake up in the mornings and realize that the person lying beside you is the mark of a new beginning, in the every-day chapter your life... forever.
Cheers' to one month of togetherness G :)
1. When your parents call in and start to inquire about the well-being of your spouse... rather than you.
2. When you squirm at the term... ‘husband’ & ‘honeymoon’
3. When you start to realize that anything lost around the house was once-upon-a-time, easier to find.
4. When you start fretting over matters such as content of salt in your cooking... and if the tea is ok.
5. When your friends (with an interesting tone to note!) question you on what you have been up to if by chance you happened to miss their calls...(this one’s for you, P!).
... and last... but not the least…
6. When you wake up in the mornings and realize that the person lying beside you is the mark of a new beginning, in the every-day chapter your life... forever.
Cheers' to one month of togetherness G :)
Monday, April 28, 2008
The Blues
Coming back from the 10 day hiatus seems like having woken up to a nightmare… with shit loads of back-log to clear and my junior having left for reasons relating to me being a 10 headed kaali constantly chasing after him... minus the sword in hand. And the nightmare seems never-ending. Suddenly, I no longer seem to be the one in control. And I hate that. My con-calls seem to be a repetitive string of ummm's????… errr's!!!!… huh-huh’s?... AND “sorry. What’s thats?”, that I am beginning to wonder what happened to all the learning from the last one year. Like it seems to have vanished in a POOF! overnight or something. For one... I don’t seem to be in control of escalations (and I hate NOT being in control), I seem to be petrified of confrontations, almost to the extent of wanting to run back to mom & latching on to her... (Or maybe, running back to G and clutching on to his pants!) … and I seem to be terrified of bumping into my boss anywhere in the corridor, thanks to last quarter’s not so impressive performance. Of course I would like to owe it all to the time spent running around for my marriage, but well, excuses are no excuses for not-so-good performance.
It’s pitiable state of affairs..
And... what would I do if it weren't for dear dear friends reminding me not to be so obsessed about work, or reprimanding me for not going on a honey moon (what's that?!), while the more restrained ones (seemingly empathetically) go on to exclaim “Yes! My dear. That’s what being newly married can do to you!!!!” with a mischievous twinkle in their eye and smile on their lips, that I simply (scream-out-loud) FAIL TO UNDERSTAND!
Sigh. Phases of life, I tell you!
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Speaking of which, I believe recruitment & sales go hand-in-hand… like best friends or something. Both have a lot to do with numbers’. Both have a lot to do with targets. And both follow cycles.
Cycles of ups and down to be more precise. So basically, if the ‘down’ continues to be down for a long time... and for no reason of your (poor) own, you are screwed. Especially when, thanks to short term memory, no-one really cares about your past performance.
And that sucks. Totally.
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It’s pitiable state of affairs..
And... what would I do if it weren't for dear dear friends reminding me not to be so obsessed about work, or reprimanding me for not going on a honey moon (what's that?!), while the more restrained ones (seemingly empathetically) go on to exclaim “Yes! My dear. That’s what being newly married can do to you!!!!” with a mischievous twinkle in their eye and smile on their lips, that I simply (scream-out-loud) FAIL TO UNDERSTAND!
Sigh. Phases of life, I tell you!
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Speaking of which, I believe recruitment & sales go hand-in-hand… like best friends or something. Both have a lot to do with numbers’. Both have a lot to do with targets. And both follow cycles.
Cycles of ups and down to be more precise. So basically, if the ‘down’ continues to be down for a long time... and for no reason of your (poor) own, you are screwed. Especially when, thanks to short term memory, no-one really cares about your past performance.
And that sucks. Totally.
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Friday, April 18, 2008
More randomness ...
My trip to Delhi was as refreshing as an early morning breeze in spring. Except that, technically speaking, it wasn't really spring & ‘refreshing’ probably isn’t the right term to describe Delhi at this point of time. The summer was in full swing and the Delhi heat was at its peak... which was probably the only reason why I had decided against accompanying colleagues to go see The Taj. So… by ‘refreshing’, I actually mean, having chilled out with my good old Delhi friends, watching a movie, tripping on a little bit of George Carlin, some binge-drinking & eventually, settling down to doing what we love doing best… that is, reminiscing over our good old free-spirited bohemian days.
Reminiscing, comes quite naturally to me because I always tend to miss the past AND almost simultaneously hate it cos' it makes me long to be 24 again… (Yes! I still have a problem coming to terms with reality). So anyway, the yummy mummy friend of mine asked me “How does it feel to be married?” to which I replied with my standard “Oh! I’m married?!”. But it made us wonder about how or when time actually got to speed its way through. It seemed like it was just yesterday that we went dancing under the rain to some crappy Bollywood songs in the campus quadrangle, at the time her then-boyfriend-now-hubby was studying. Between us, there were no career aspirations, no future goals, no politics, no bitchiness, no nothing whatsoever. Just plain friends living out the fun & frolic of every moment, celebrating each other… and celebrating life.
And sadly… such few, genuine moments go on to become remnants of a memory as it is the case with all moments in time. As it is, with all the good things that come in small packages... memories such as these are perhaps only too few. I mean, you don’t get to do stuff like that as you “advance” (mildly put) in life. Of course you continue to be the same fun-loving, free-spirited individual that you probably are. But perhaps with time, and with 'responsibility' setting in, you tend to be more cautious in terms of choice of friends, choice of job, choice of place-of-stay, choice of everything. At least that's what my experience taught me. Which is probably one of the few things I despise most about ‘growing up’. Yet, you trudge along with time... not stopping, because… well you have no choice. Except perhaps, to make the best of today, so that you get to take along with you something nice to reminisce over, tomorrow.
Like it happened with me during my trip to Delhi. Suddenly, we were back to being kids again, laughing over times spent in the past & lost in thought… except when little M needed to have his nappies changed. It was so amazingly beautiful… that I can just about associate colors to every memory in my mind, of the moments spent in Delhi.
Cheers' to life.
Reminiscing, comes quite naturally to me because I always tend to miss the past AND almost simultaneously hate it cos' it makes me long to be 24 again… (Yes! I still have a problem coming to terms with reality). So anyway, the yummy mummy friend of mine asked me “How does it feel to be married?” to which I replied with my standard “Oh! I’m married?!”. But it made us wonder about how or when time actually got to speed its way through. It seemed like it was just yesterday that we went dancing under the rain to some crappy Bollywood songs in the campus quadrangle, at the time her then-boyfriend-now-hubby was studying. Between us, there were no career aspirations, no future goals, no politics, no bitchiness, no nothing whatsoever. Just plain friends living out the fun & frolic of every moment, celebrating each other… and celebrating life.
And sadly… such few, genuine moments go on to become remnants of a memory as it is the case with all moments in time. As it is, with all the good things that come in small packages... memories such as these are perhaps only too few. I mean, you don’t get to do stuff like that as you “advance” (mildly put) in life. Of course you continue to be the same fun-loving, free-spirited individual that you probably are. But perhaps with time, and with 'responsibility' setting in, you tend to be more cautious in terms of choice of friends, choice of job, choice of place-of-stay, choice of everything. At least that's what my experience taught me. Which is probably one of the few things I despise most about ‘growing up’. Yet, you trudge along with time... not stopping, because… well you have no choice. Except perhaps, to make the best of today, so that you get to take along with you something nice to reminisce over, tomorrow.
Like it happened with me during my trip to Delhi. Suddenly, we were back to being kids again, laughing over times spent in the past & lost in thought… except when little M needed to have his nappies changed. It was so amazingly beautiful… that I can just about associate colors to every memory in my mind, of the moments spent in Delhi.
Cheers' to life.
