I was so excited when I began blogging - and see how the enthusiasm weaned away! A silence of some 3 months!! Well, 3 months is a pretty long time and lots have happened in life. I really want to get back and continue writing about those 'lots'! Guess I need a little bit of warming-up before I get on the track, all steady and running. So, am launching right away with some sporadic, random stuff...
2009 has started on many a positive note and I'm basking in them and looking ahead for more! Life hasn't changed drastically for me but I think I have shifted my perspective a little and broadened my horizons. I'm trying to do a whole lot of things together at the risk of performing some really clumsy tasks; nevertheless, it is leaving me happy and contented!
My friend always says that my room is like some 'Bharat Circus camp' - the furniture is never permanent the stuff keep running all around the room! Well, I'd rather take it as a compliment! Another one says it is like a museum - I loved it!! My husband says with a frown, it is like getting lost in Jurassic Park - a comment made in bad taste so I'm not taking it at all! Another equally distasteful fellow wonders, how do you even live here - she's out of the list! Well, I love my room and I love it crowded - gives me a sense of being lived-in. I have a tendency to hoard things - and I'm trying to shake off that habit, at least a little! Hey, wait a minute - my room IS crowded, it's also well-maintained!! :) Btw, why am I talking about this here?? Whatever!!
I had a lovely and very different birthday this year - had a bunch of friends around and had some great coffee-time together instead of the same old cake-cutting blahblah! However, the significant other of my life forgot the day, as always!! Big deal!!Well, I'm not good at dates and gifts either - whoever said women cared about dates and gifts needs a reorientation!
Got a lot of things in my mind and can't decide when and where to begin! Maybe, I should come back tomorrow and start afresh??
As I sign off, want to leave with you a piece of dialogue from Slumdog Millionnaire that refuses to get out of my brain - "You are on a dream run!"
--Virtually Yours
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Friday, November 14, 2008
Feast on your life!!
I'm not much of a poetry person. Nevertheless, came across this one by Derek Walcott - and I quite liked it!
The time will come
When, with elation,
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other's welcome,
And say, sit here, Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you
All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
~ Derek Walcott ~
Loved it!! Yes, Feast on your life! And, let me add, "don't crib when you have to share the dessert"!!
--Virtually Yours
The time will come
When, with elation,
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other's welcome,
And say, sit here, Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you
All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
~ Derek Walcott ~
Loved it!! Yes, Feast on your life! And, let me add, "don't crib when you have to share the dessert"!!
--Virtually Yours
Thursday, November 13, 2008
The story of my life . . .
If I were to write the story of my life, how would I write it? Whose story is it going to be, where would I begin it and what on earth would I write?? I believe every individual inhabit different worlds in a lifetime; at least I do! Some of these worlds run parallel and they never meet while some converge at certain points to become one. My story can't begin at the beginning... I believe in narratives which begin in media res. There is some kind of mystery and romance in the stories which don't have any beginning, don't you think so?
Ah yes, getting back to the story (or stories?) of my life... it's redundant, repetitive, but with a unique sense of intermittent ennui and ecstasy almost throughout! Did my story begin when I was born, or did it begin when I grew up enough to construct my own story or is it yet to begin? Well, who cares, anyways.
I would like to believe that my story began when I first touched fear! But don't ask me when that was - I've no clue! I don't remember what my first fear was... but one of the first fears was that of going to school and finding that none of 'my' friends had turned up that day! I think that's a fear that just refused to leave me... I still get a moment of nervous breakdown when I find that 'my' things and 'my' people are not around me! I'm trying really hard to break out of this 'my-my' feeling but it continues to cling to me like a five year old who fusses every morning before school!
My story began when I learnt to edit my own life before friends, strangers, and even family. I don't know if you had done that too, but yeah, I definitely did. I edited certain parts of it to be used later, to be just quarantined into oblivion, or even to re-edit and project again. I loved it when I edited my emotions! Even today, I edit my own life - even when I don't like it, even when I know I don't have to do it anymore. . .
My story began when I realized that the Almighty is the author of my life, that every moment bears His signature! It was like a watermark in the page of life - always already there even when I'm least conscious of it. His presence filtered the fears and monitored the editing in ways that I could never imagine. Around the same time, I met this man . . . a carpenter's son who was born in a manger, who went on to change the course of history and many lives for centuries to come. He changed me too, took charge of my life and there began a new life, a new story which He will bring into completion. And, now I don't care if the story of my life is half-written or even unwritten - He IS there and that says it all.
At the end of the day, I guess I have neither the concentration nor the linear thinking to put a story in place! And, you know what, I can never write a story. . . people like me would be forever running behind the different stories that could have been rather than sticking to the story that IS. But trust me, the story of my life will go on . . . into eternity, with the ONE who holds my tomorrow!!
Till we meet again on that beautiful shore. . .
--Virtually Yours
Ah yes, getting back to the story (or stories?) of my life... it's redundant, repetitive, but with a unique sense of intermittent ennui and ecstasy almost throughout! Did my story begin when I was born, or did it begin when I grew up enough to construct my own story or is it yet to begin? Well, who cares, anyways.
I would like to believe that my story began when I first touched fear! But don't ask me when that was - I've no clue! I don't remember what my first fear was... but one of the first fears was that of going to school and finding that none of 'my' friends had turned up that day! I think that's a fear that just refused to leave me... I still get a moment of nervous breakdown when I find that 'my' things and 'my' people are not around me! I'm trying really hard to break out of this 'my-my' feeling but it continues to cling to me like a five year old who fusses every morning before school!
My story began when I learnt to edit my own life before friends, strangers, and even family. I don't know if you had done that too, but yeah, I definitely did. I edited certain parts of it to be used later, to be just quarantined into oblivion, or even to re-edit and project again. I loved it when I edited my emotions! Even today, I edit my own life - even when I don't like it, even when I know I don't have to do it anymore. . .
My story began when I realized that the Almighty is the author of my life, that every moment bears His signature! It was like a watermark in the page of life - always already there even when I'm least conscious of it. His presence filtered the fears and monitored the editing in ways that I could never imagine. Around the same time, I met this man . . . a carpenter's son who was born in a manger, who went on to change the course of history and many lives for centuries to come. He changed me too, took charge of my life and there began a new life, a new story which He will bring into completion. And, now I don't care if the story of my life is half-written or even unwritten - He IS there and that says it all.
At the end of the day, I guess I have neither the concentration nor the linear thinking to put a story in place! And, you know what, I can never write a story. . . people like me would be forever running behind the different stories that could have been rather than sticking to the story that IS. But trust me, the story of my life will go on . . . into eternity, with the ONE who holds my tomorrow!!
Till we meet again on that beautiful shore. . .
--Virtually Yours
Friday, July 18, 2008
When too less is too much. . .
Thought I was through with everything - but how naive of me to think so! My 'been there done that' attitude has been nothing but a facade! I can't believe that I'm not yet ready for realities when they are right on my face. Hey woman, where is your self-composure and why are you so vulnerable? Strange! Well. . . enough of whining!
The significant someone of my life is celebrating his birthday - and I'm not with him. No big deal, I know, but still it IS big deal!! Anyways, distance is not measured in yards but heartbeats! :-)
Life is a bumpy ride as always but it falls into rhythm so surprisingly soon. I bet you agree!
--Virtually Yours
The significant someone of my life is celebrating his birthday - and I'm not with him. No big deal, I know, but still it IS big deal!! Anyways, distance is not measured in yards but heartbeats! :-)
Life is a bumpy ride as always but it falls into rhythm so surprisingly soon. I bet you agree!
--Virtually Yours
Sunday, July 13, 2008
The Meritocracy Myth
Goodness! I'm sick and tired of all those voices and high brow attitudes which keep criticizing and lamenting the Reservation process. (Remember, the well-wishers are concerned only about the caste reservations - the rest is well with the world) Well, as for me, I don't have the audacity to say that I am meritorious and the rest of the world is not! And, how on earth can anyone say that she or he is carrying the burden of the entire nation's merit! Boy, that's just another version of the 'white man's burden'. As long we don't have a level playing ground merit is just a farce. And, hello, how are we defining merit now? Isn't it just a score or percentile or percentage or the Queen's lingo? How can we subscribe to such a narrow perception of merit and right away argue that the ones who don't have a certain score or the ones who can't get their diphthongs right are not meritorious like the others?!
-- Virtually Yours
-- Virtually Yours
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Through these tears... I can see better!
Life is a long cathartic process and relationships are the real tests. I just underwent a catharsis, which I believe, should have, could have happened much much earlier. But then, as they say, there is a time for everything under the sun. Just when I was beginning to wonder 'Why me?' a picture perfect situation emerged - so much like a silver lining in the clouds (I know it is a cliched usage but I myself am a cliched individual who pretends to be unique)!
I still do not have the answers for everything but I know that not having answers need not be disastrous. I still am confused but I know that confusions are inevitable. I still hesitate, I still pause, I still procrastinate... but I can reach out through the hesitations and pauses and procrastinations. I still smile with a frown but I'm glad that I smile. And, I learn again that life never stops teaching you. The better the learner, the harder the lessons!
Tears are precious and they let you come out clean through the catharsis. I'm blessed with lots of people around me who can make me happy and laugh out loud; am forever grateful for their presence. But there are a few, very few, who know what makes me cry - and they are the ones who are the dearest to me, who hold my hands through life, who I know will never let go... They have always cared enough to break through the walls that I had put up. They got hurt too while trying to bring the walls down. I saw them hurting and bleeding but I wanted to ignore . . . This goes out for them... to let them know that I was not being callous or selfish ... just plain scared! Thanks for staying through my fear.
--Yours Virtually
I still do not have the answers for everything but I know that not having answers need not be disastrous. I still am confused but I know that confusions are inevitable. I still hesitate, I still pause, I still procrastinate... but I can reach out through the hesitations and pauses and procrastinations. I still smile with a frown but I'm glad that I smile. And, I learn again that life never stops teaching you. The better the learner, the harder the lessons!
Tears are precious and they let you come out clean through the catharsis. I'm blessed with lots of people around me who can make me happy and laugh out loud; am forever grateful for their presence. But there are a few, very few, who know what makes me cry - and they are the ones who are the dearest to me, who hold my hands through life, who I know will never let go... They have always cared enough to break through the walls that I had put up. They got hurt too while trying to bring the walls down. I saw them hurting and bleeding but I wanted to ignore . . . This goes out for them... to let them know that I was not being callous or selfish ... just plain scared! Thanks for staying through my fear.
--Yours Virtually
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Jaane tu . . .
I agree - the same old familiar love story, typically the next-door type! But I love familiar stories and they help me feel familiar with the life around me. There is a vast corpus of reviews floating around and I don't want to add to the junk ... so hold on, this is not just another review! Just loved that easy camaraderie!
I would have loved to have received a dramatic proposal at the airport - at least at the railway station. But am yet to meet someone who found their love right at the time of take-off! Anyways, am not much for realism in movies or in any form of art and I love the world of fantasy which I may never get access to.
Just the other day I had a really heavy discourse on romance and passion with a close friend of mine. Well, it had a tinge of academics (don't yawn, please) . . . At the end of it I realized that I find it embarrassing to admit that I'm a romantic (or am I?). At some level, do I still think that the romantic and the intellectual cannot go together? I really don't know!
Though no one has sung 'Jaane tu' to me at the airport (not yet, I mean) I still flutter at least for a moment, when the phone rings -- or when I'm waiting for it to ring! And, my heart still races when I wait for the flight to land or the train to arrive! And, the thoughts which bring a smile to my face have not yet faded either! So, do these signs tell you something??!!
--Virtually Yours
I would have loved to have received a dramatic proposal at the airport - at least at the railway station. But am yet to meet someone who found their love right at the time of take-off! Anyways, am not much for realism in movies or in any form of art and I love the world of fantasy which I may never get access to.
Just the other day I had a really heavy discourse on romance and passion with a close friend of mine. Well, it had a tinge of academics (don't yawn, please) . . . At the end of it I realized that I find it embarrassing to admit that I'm a romantic (or am I?). At some level, do I still think that the romantic and the intellectual cannot go together? I really don't know!
Though no one has sung 'Jaane tu' to me at the airport (not yet, I mean) I still flutter at least for a moment, when the phone rings -- or when I'm waiting for it to ring! And, my heart still races when I wait for the flight to land or the train to arrive! And, the thoughts which bring a smile to my face have not yet faded either! So, do these signs tell you something??!!
--Virtually Yours
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