Monday, April 4, 2011

Jugaad

I just hate the word.
In my opinion it's the thing responsible for quite a lot of our country's problems.

People seem so proud to say we got this internship or this ticket or this card by 'jugaad'.
Where does corruption end? It's such a vicious cycle.

Why is honesty never appreciated?
Is there even a line between right and wrong in most people's minds anymore? Or is 'what's best for me' the only thing that's right?

It's still a mood of cricket fever now, so why is a batsman who 'walks' condemned for not sticking by his team? If a team wins unfairly, shouldn't they actually be ashamed of winning?

Why is being tough and hard-nosed admired in preference to consideration and gentleness?
Why don't the nice guys win??
I guess only eternity will tell....

Friday, March 4, 2011

Choices

Indecision: the very worst enemy.
I wonder why there is so much of that in life.
It's like life is a whole series of choices, a whole set of roads you go down.

I can imagine it right now......wandering through a thick green forest over mountainous terrain. You wake up suddenly, and realise you are wandering down one of the paths; you have no idea why you're there or where you're going. Suddenly you begin to think and you have to choose how to go forward, one fork at a time.

You could stay where you are of course, but something inside instinctively pulls you toward a destination you feel you know.Each choice you make affects everything you do. Sometimes paths join together, forming a large path, but the way you reach the large one could be via a pleasant green leafy path or a narrow pebbly path overhung with thorny bushes and on the edge of a cliff. You may choose a path, go down it, reach a certain milestone and then sit there wondering whether you could have got there faster.You may suddenly reach a dead end, a beautiful waterfall that you spend ages looking at, but which offers no help to going onward. And there's nothing to do but retrace your steps.

You wander through, wondering how far you have left to go. Other travellers cross your path at times, diverting you now and then, some offering you guidance. Nothing they say is certain, though, even if it seems so for a time. Most of them seem as lost as you are. And if you take the wrong advice, there are paths which can make you slip, slide and fall...

But along the way you can choose to find help and purpose. There is a guide who could lead you, even in the darkest valley. And just maybe he'll have a resting place waiting for you at the end of the journey.....

Monday, February 14, 2011

Valentines Day musings


flowers?
chocolates?
teddy bears?

how ridiculous love being limited to such things ................and to days like this!
Or:

Scene Change...
gundas bashing up girls and boys spending time together on V-Day.....
how ridiculus is the world?


Sunday, February 6, 2011

what matters
what doesn't
a moment which can last a lifetime
a moment at which time freezes
and the whole universe waits with bated breath
which way will the coin fall
will you trump life
or fall
...again
lower each time

which way?

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

If I had to die for someone

If I had to die for someone
Could I die for someone?

Being a hero is something absolutely everyone wants to be. At least as a child. I think that growing older dispels a lot of illusions.

Whenever I read books, I form a sort of mental picture of what is happening, and I think I'm usually in the picture, even if I'm not (mentally) the protagonist. I think when I was a kid, the boundaries between me and the protagonist were not clearly defined. In my head, I was me and the protagonist as well. Now, I can say to myself when I'm reading: no, I would not do that, I wouldn't react like this.

Anyway, getting off the point! The point was that, then, having fantastic adventures and doing the most daring things didn't seem too much. I also didn't care much about wearing seatbelts, bandaids, looking both ways when crossing a road, playing with matches, locking the doors.....all the things mentioned in the song(by Petra, If I had to Die for Someone)

Does growing older make one a coward?! Is it maturity/wisdom to be afraid or is it just becoming a scaredy-cat!
(i wonder...becoming like one of these little ones to enter the kingdom....)

Now I really do wonder whether I would be a hero in a life threatening situation! Maybe I'd just run away and hide! Could I swallow my fear and face torture and pain? Or the shame of having everyone see me shamed! I'm pretty sure I couldn't.
So how could I understand the way you died for me
cause I don't know if I could, even if i think I would
If I had to die for someone
If I had to die for someone else like me.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

the shadow rising

finally, finally, finally finished reading it.
it's been so long since i took this long to read a book. what's wrong with me?

anyway, it's done leaving me(of course) with a yearning for more of the same, all decent books tend to do that, to keep authors earning their bread with regularity. the worst thing about college timings(and more importantly, racecar-building-club timings)is that they do tend to keep one away from books! there's so many things to shelve: reading, listening to music, watching movies, going out with friends, even church...the list goes on.
those 72 hours in july next year had better be darn good.

so shadow rising....well the book started off reaaal slow. in fact i dawdled like anything over the first half. it got better as it went on, though, the only flipside being characters like Rand really getting on my nerves at times, with his harem of girls. two at the same time is one thing, and is even understandable, but three?!! at the same time? what a male slut. no word for that of course.... no there is, i checked: a rake! okay, that sounds like the Marquis of Vidal or Lord Damerel, it's strange to apply it to Rand, he's not quite high-class enough!

there was a lot of repetition of stuff too, specially the way they keep contrasting the sexes. i don't think there's literally that much difference. it's not like boys and girls can never understand one another in real life! there's more difference between people from different social classes than between sexes. except that, seriously, i don't understand boys and their disgusting habits at times!

anyway, the ending was good, the Forsaken are finally coming out into the open, in ways not entirely predictable. its good plotting. complex weaving into the Pattern of an imaginary world...:)

random thought: i wonder why books are never written about farmboys who stay farmboys all their lives and who marry farmgirls instead of princesses!

Monday, November 8, 2010

insanity

the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome.
writing sessionals seems pretty insane to me!