When you walk away.
You walk away! You leave everything behind, even the only proof of your earthly existence. And it happens at the blink of an eye.
What is left will be memories of the good times you spent with your dear ones. The thoughts of your friends who counted you in, not the ones you counted in. The promises you made, that probably would turn into miseries for someone outthere.
I need to slow down! I need to look back and I need to look around!
I am dreaded at the thought that one day, anyday, I might be standing outside my frozen body and taking stock of the things I missed.
Remembering Madhavi and her fight to cling to life.
Five IIT graduates decide to host a political party!
They are all highly qualified! Intellectuals. And they can save India, if other 'so-called' intellectuals join hands with them. What a bright future it is for our country. Soon we will hear of India 2010 or 'India Shining Too Much'
They let go their hefty salaries. But then, even Davood Ibrahim is a fresher when compared our politians. Now, isn't that a good move?
Their website looks more like a place holder. Let's see how that goes.
Mother - the real 'root'
Yesterday, when I was returning from office, I got a call from an unknown number. As I picked up the call, the voice on the other side said "Ammayaanu.." ("It's mom here.."). I knew by reflex that it was not my mother. Soon she realized the goofup and cut the call. What is worth mentioning here is that the warmth and confidence of the voice at the other end was magnetic. I wanted to hang on to the call, though inside I was thinking "what the heck is my business now"..
When a mother talks to her child, there is more to it than the words and the ideas exchanged.
I am thinking of my mother now. An incredibly strong woman - strong enough to have raised us single-handedly (my father worked at a place far away and used to visit us once in a month at best), strong enough to send me to a residential school when I was only 12 and to have resisted some of those "good advices" that she got right after. I have always wondered where she picked up her economics from - 'cause she ran a family with a middle class income yet kept our wishlists the shortest she could. I remember, she was crystal clear to us on her constraints and her expectations.
No wonder I had an easy time deciding on my priorities. It was easy taking some of those good decisions I am still proud of. And some of the better ones which I still regret very often.
My mother is happy and is two years younger since I have started working. Going forward, I know, I will have a hard time convicing her on what I believe in. And when I win the argument, I am going to make sure my mother wins as well.
Who! What! and the big WHY?
You are reading this either because I asked you to read this or you are done with all the other rubbish you could find. If you are the latter cat(egory) you probably have the 'who' question in your mind. Now, it goes without saying that its a tough question to answer. You will have to bear with me since I am still working on some of my identity issues. But on a general harmless note 'Here I am and this is me'.
I am one of those privileged people you see around who make a good living by moving only a few muscles on my palm. Have you heard of the "goddamned keyboard worker from Bangalore"? For the last two years I have sat before a computer for more hours than I have slept, ate, dreamt, yawned, thought.. - all put together. But I like what I do for a living (more on that later). I have a bagful of ideas, a few original and a few borrowed, but yet am bored to the hilt. Sometimes I feel like the frog of the small pond and set out on trips to prove myself to myself. Speed thrills me. I am a Libran, and am very true to my sign. I take ages to decide (on anything) and sometimes don't decide. Comfort zones scare me - now that's where I am a little unlike a Libran.
Do you think I need to talk more! Ask me. Or that I should shut up! Stop reading my blog.
Now we get to the big WHY! or rather the big sum of all the whys.
Why did I decide to blog?I was thinking of this for sometime. Mostly because I wanted to tell the world about what I found on my trips. I would hide my own little thoughts and traits in all that blabber so that I could read them at a later point and congratulate or ridicule myself. I have no issues if you are clever enough to find them out! But just shut up!!:)
Also because I met
Soumya who, as a means to popularize herself ;-), asked me go through her blog. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth - that's my policy, too, on retaliation. Afterall, to post a comment on her very first blog, I had to read through the BTS (I'm sure you are wondering what this is..) and agree to it all.. (got it?) and yet I can't harass, libel or threaten..or atleast be vulgar.. I am not to talk about how to make bombs. This, seriously, is not easy to digest. And I chose to retaliate.
Did someone think I am not joking here?
Why now?Because its now or never! And most probably never ever!
Why here?Tell me a better place! I'll gladly shift.
What's in the 'root'This probably would help you decide whether you should shun my blabber or start one of my fanclubs. I put this at the end of this posting because, I told you, I am retaliating!
This is going to be the main thread of all my words..and in my words I exist here. I would spawn appropriate children from this thread, as I feel fit . Your suggestions are welcome!
So here it goes with the mother-of-all-lame-excuses!!
"I have no offense to give!! and I take none!!"
