Last night, I was enjoying my tryst with late night radio music. There is a certain fun when the next song about to be played is not known. I guess that's one of the things which draws me to the radio.
A little while later, I was pleasantly surprised to hear the remix of the song - "Hum bewafa hargiz na the par hum wafa kar na sake". As it played in the encompassing silence of the night, I remembered its famed remixed video as well. The guy from the city in his open top white car getting attached to the scorching hot sexy village belle; the villagers grouped together against their alliance.
I recalled the time period when Instant Karma had recently released a remixed album of choicest songs. There might have been other remix done but i can't think of one which had become as famous as this. So much thought had been put into those complete set of songs, changed the music in such a way that it was soothing and subtle and quite alluring. They brought back the old songs to the lips of everyone, the crucial point being, that all of it was done without degrading the original essence of the songs. Even today I can remember them: "Meri soni meri tamanna", "Saamne yeh kaun aaya", "Baahon mein chale aao", "Nahi nahi abhi nahi" and lots more..
But then an era of remix erupted and every other song was being used and abused. Yes, I use the word "Used" because the originality of it was snatched from it. Even the videos were colored, dirty, so was the music, the changes made so the song would seem sexy though in the first place it was not, hoping and rooting that the modern populace would love it. A business had begun which required not much talent and yet fetched money.
But I am glad that such work has reduced over the time. No wonder as the general public rejected it with feeling.
Making remix also needs finesse and talent. When moulded carefully and gracefully, another art form can emerge.
Wednesday, 1 December 2010
Thursday, 25 November 2010
Little joys of small moments..
With our stress induced lives, all moments in time worrying or thinking about one thing or the other, small magical moments make a refreshing change.
Since I don’t know from how long I have been working constantly with a all too near deadline. But though the work is enjoyable, sometimes it becomes a wee bit tedious and monotonous; a large part of it being the absence of near and dear ones at office.
But these small pockets of happiness bring a beautiful smile to the face..
Since two days, Ahmedabad is resembling a hill station. A light drizzle, almost no sunlight, wintry winds, foggy atmosphere, it’s beautiful. This Sunday my boss was giving a party to all the team mates celebrating his wedding anniversary. It was Sunday afternoon, though afternoon was not the word one would have used to describe the time. The venue in question was almost more than 20 kms far from my home. Before starting, to me, it felt like an uphill job (yes, job!! that's how it felt..) I am not much into driving. The thought of a long a drive through the crowded streets of Ahmedabad, crossing the old city was overwhelming.
But when I started, plugging my cell's earphones into my ears, the journey did not seem huge. With the wind blowing through my hair, very few people on the streets, everything felt marvelous. I was singing the songs along with the music player at the top of my voice coursing through easily without having to pay much attention to things other than the sheer pleasure I was experiencing. The speed of my vehicle was a bit more than it usually is, giving me a thrill. Not a single thought passed through my head, only the lyrics of the songs..
I felt free, on top of the world with nothing following me, not a worry in the world and as if i was cruising through the clouds fully attuned to the musical world.
Since I don’t know from how long I have been working constantly with a all too near deadline. But though the work is enjoyable, sometimes it becomes a wee bit tedious and monotonous; a large part of it being the absence of near and dear ones at office.
But these small pockets of happiness bring a beautiful smile to the face..
Since two days, Ahmedabad is resembling a hill station. A light drizzle, almost no sunlight, wintry winds, foggy atmosphere, it’s beautiful. This Sunday my boss was giving a party to all the team mates celebrating his wedding anniversary. It was Sunday afternoon, though afternoon was not the word one would have used to describe the time. The venue in question was almost more than 20 kms far from my home. Before starting, to me, it felt like an uphill job (yes, job!! that's how it felt..) I am not much into driving. The thought of a long a drive through the crowded streets of Ahmedabad, crossing the old city was overwhelming.
But when I started, plugging my cell's earphones into my ears, the journey did not seem huge. With the wind blowing through my hair, very few people on the streets, everything felt marvelous. I was singing the songs along with the music player at the top of my voice coursing through easily without having to pay much attention to things other than the sheer pleasure I was experiencing. The speed of my vehicle was a bit more than it usually is, giving me a thrill. Not a single thought passed through my head, only the lyrics of the songs..
I felt free, on top of the world with nothing following me, not a worry in the world and as if i was cruising through the clouds fully attuned to the musical world.
Monday, 8 November 2010
Across the Wall
It stood unyielding and strong
Running miles long
My hand lightly traveled
It’s rough mossy surface
Over me the ancient wall towered
What lay beyond, not giving a view of the space
Everyone crosses to that side
One time or the other
With someone standing beside
An almost stranger
Or with a known ride
The moment comes late for some
For others it is ahead of time
As for me, I don’t know what it is
Made me a bit worrisome
I assume it’s going to be a life changing find
A lone figure I stood
But together two can cross
I was seeking the one with whom I would
But my eye tried to glance across
I was curious
A little bit anxious
Of what lay beyond, of what would happen
What will I discover
Will my spirits fly or will they dampen
Uncertainties hover
I force them to sink
Hunting for a crack to glint
Just a glance
A small peek
To quell my mind’s thirst.
Running miles long
My hand lightly traveled
It’s rough mossy surface
Over me the ancient wall towered
What lay beyond, not giving a view of the space
Everyone crosses to that side
One time or the other
With someone standing beside
An almost stranger
Or with a known ride
The moment comes late for some
For others it is ahead of time
As for me, I don’t know what it is
Made me a bit worrisome
I assume it’s going to be a life changing find
A lone figure I stood
But together two can cross
I was seeking the one with whom I would
But my eye tried to glance across
I was curious
A little bit anxious
Of what lay beyond, of what would happen
What will I discover
Will my spirits fly or will they dampen
Uncertainties hover
I force them to sink
Hunting for a crack to glint
Just a glance
A small peek
To quell my mind’s thirst.
Monday, 6 September 2010
Living in the virtual world
Technology has aided our lives that now it cannot be lived without. Specifically the social networking sites have made the world smaller and people closer – this has become the definition of these sites. Now we can connect to any number of people sitting anywhere in the world. All this is quite true, but there is a huge drawback to this rosy scene.
It is the human touch the people have started living without, getting completely dependent on the technology. Some of the people have gotten so engrossed in the virtual world, they have forgotten how to communicate with real persons. These people literally live in the virtual world. They are utterly active on the social networking scenario, they provide updates of their every moment to their so called millions of friends over the internet, they talk, they smile, they even celebrate in that world. But when it comes to talking to the people who live with them, are part of their lives, they are reclusive. It needs efforts to pull them out and yet there is an itching they have to return to the virtual world.
In that alternative world, people portray themselves the way they wish to be, they try to show themselves as a happening and interesting person so that other people come to recognize them and acknowledge them. But the reality might be completely different. The problem for the normal people is to get attached to them and vice versa.
The virtual touch cannot replace the actual human connection of a relationship. Talking on the phone even is better than just commenting on each other’s status. The attachment and alliance of a relationship is with actual people and not their dummy virtual counterparts.
It is the human touch the people have started living without, getting completely dependent on the technology. Some of the people have gotten so engrossed in the virtual world, they have forgotten how to communicate with real persons. These people literally live in the virtual world. They are utterly active on the social networking scenario, they provide updates of their every moment to their so called millions of friends over the internet, they talk, they smile, they even celebrate in that world. But when it comes to talking to the people who live with them, are part of their lives, they are reclusive. It needs efforts to pull them out and yet there is an itching they have to return to the virtual world.
In that alternative world, people portray themselves the way they wish to be, they try to show themselves as a happening and interesting person so that other people come to recognize them and acknowledge them. But the reality might be completely different. The problem for the normal people is to get attached to them and vice versa.
The virtual touch cannot replace the actual human connection of a relationship. Talking on the phone even is better than just commenting on each other’s status. The attachment and alliance of a relationship is with actual people and not their dummy virtual counterparts.
Thursday, 26 August 2010
A Walk in the Woods
A few days back, I dreamt a beautiful dream. There were a lot of reasons why it was beautiful. But the scenic exotic nature does not play a main part in that description, but the divine feeling it gave.
There was a narrow muddy path surrounded by the lush green trees. The woods were everywhere, till the eyes reached horizon. The path was winding downwards as if I stood on top of a hill. Somewhere, water was flowing and its sound made a backdrop for the complete silence in the woods. It must have rained recently, as there was moss everywhere. Slow wind was flowing rustling the trees silently. Feeling all this made me marvel at the nature.
But the moment my eyes turned from the scenery around, towards the people with me, I was amazed to see the lot. It completely switched my attention from the scenery. I saw the whole bunch of my friends. Some were school friends, some were college friends and the others were office friends. There were faces which I didn’t remember having seen since some years. Also present there, were some of my cousins with whom I had lost contact, the ones with whom in my childhood I had shared a great camaraderie.
As I walked through those glorious woods, chatting with all the people there, I felt contentment which I hadn’t felt since a long time. The talk I shared with everyone there, though bordering on trivial things, made me feel full of life. It felt as if I had been searching for this destination and now I had found it.
Remembering the dream in the morning brought a smile to my lips. I memorized the dream and the faces that I hadn’t remembered in my real life. I looked upon that dream as a treasure. When I unconsciously sought the ‘why’ behind the dream, I realized, may be somewhere deep inside, I wanted to be able to talk to everyone who, at some point in my life had been close to me.
There was a narrow muddy path surrounded by the lush green trees. The woods were everywhere, till the eyes reached horizon. The path was winding downwards as if I stood on top of a hill. Somewhere, water was flowing and its sound made a backdrop for the complete silence in the woods. It must have rained recently, as there was moss everywhere. Slow wind was flowing rustling the trees silently. Feeling all this made me marvel at the nature.
But the moment my eyes turned from the scenery around, towards the people with me, I was amazed to see the lot. It completely switched my attention from the scenery. I saw the whole bunch of my friends. Some were school friends, some were college friends and the others were office friends. There were faces which I didn’t remember having seen since some years. Also present there, were some of my cousins with whom I had lost contact, the ones with whom in my childhood I had shared a great camaraderie.
As I walked through those glorious woods, chatting with all the people there, I felt contentment which I hadn’t felt since a long time. The talk I shared with everyone there, though bordering on trivial things, made me feel full of life. It felt as if I had been searching for this destination and now I had found it.
Remembering the dream in the morning brought a smile to my lips. I memorized the dream and the faces that I hadn’t remembered in my real life. I looked upon that dream as a treasure. When I unconsciously sought the ‘why’ behind the dream, I realized, may be somewhere deep inside, I wanted to be able to talk to everyone who, at some point in my life had been close to me.
Straighten the Curls
I am a girl with dark black curly hair. In my childhood, these curls were more like short springs atop my head. Though they might have looked cute at that time, my parents faced great difficulty when it came to combing my hair. So for the very first time, they thought that may be, completely shaving my head, would help in the way that, the hair would regrow to be normal straight hair. But much to their dismay, when they came back, they were exactly like they were previously. And I am shocked today, to know, that this technique of straightening the curls was tried twice, before letting go.
The point of the matter is: the basic nature of a living being in 99% cases cannot be altered let alone completely turning it into something else. The way people are and the way they behave is something that is unique to that individual. In some cases it might change, but that needs immense will power of the person and willingness to do so. Short cut techniques hardly work.
Yes, there is always a question of why we need to change. But I think, someone who has seen life closely and observed its various aspects would come to know the need for changes in ourselves.
The point of the matter is: the basic nature of a living being in 99% cases cannot be altered let alone completely turning it into something else. The way people are and the way they behave is something that is unique to that individual. In some cases it might change, but that needs immense will power of the person and willingness to do so. Short cut techniques hardly work.
Yes, there is always a question of why we need to change. But I think, someone who has seen life closely and observed its various aspects would come to know the need for changes in ourselves.
Monday, 9 August 2010
Friendship day special
It’s been a while since I have sat at the writing table wondering what to write about. The foremost thing which pops to my mind is my much awaited, full of fun and gaiety and on the fringes of being adventurous, outing with friends, incidentally on the day when the association with friends is celebrated world-wide.
Having had a hectic last couple of months, I had not been able to spend quality or otherwise time with my any of my friends: college friends and even office friends whom I seem to see every day. Though the meet with college friends hasn’t taken place and has itself become much awaited, the one with office friends did take place and at what a grand level!
After many discussions, plans and subsequent cancellations,
the final plan:
Movie: All of us had heard a lot about the success of “Inception”, yet some of us were keen to watch the third in the series of Twilight saga. But the problems with the timing of the shows tilted the choice in the favour of Inception.
Venue: Big cinemas. Every one of us is so much into discussing and weighing of options, that most of our time is lost into that. Though, this is one of the fun parts we share. Meeting discreetly at lunch times, when the office is empty of its other peeping and overhearing inhabitants is altogether so much fun to do.
The Gang: There is a reason why ‘The Gang’ came later than ‘Movie’ and ‘Venue’. The shift of the choice of the movie changed the number of people. Me, Komal, Pooja, Prarthana and Krupali. Aloki was going to come if ‘Eclipse’ had been the movie, but alas, maybe it was not meant to be. And of course, there are always last minute cancellations. Krupali couldn’t make it till the final time. It too has a story behind it, as everything most of the time has. But I think it would be better if it were told by her. (Krupali: We will be expecting that story when you comment )
Later: Eat, talk, chatter to our heart’s content, make up for the time we hadn’t met, roam around, maybe shop and do anything we wanted to do.
The plan looked and felt good and I am immensely glad to say that it executed itself so well that the evening was loads more than I had expected. My expectations had been bound and it had limits, but the actual part left a beautiful feeling inside.
The movie was good, as its reviews said. Till the last moment of the movie, it had us on the edges of our seats. Grand performance by Leo and hats off the intricate story line. All we could think of was: how can a person have such a winding plot?
The most satisfying part was when we first sat in the chocolate room and then at McD’s and talked to our heart’s content. There were philosophical talks, our joint experiences, the changes that had happened to each individual since we had met and the coming life. We laughed at the tiniest of things. The setting and of course all of us were fantastic.
While we were having all the fun, rain poured and thundered. And finally it was time to leave for home. I didn’t want to leave. I was feeling like extending the time for just a few minutes. The condition being: those ‘just a few minutes’ shouldn’t end. I was feeling drunk on happiness and masti, feeling reckless and impulsive, feeling like doing something adventurous. One thought was watching two movies back to back, but it didn’t work out. And we were lucky it didn’t, otherwise we would have got stuck in the rain.
In the end, I did get my wish of a little adventure. We got stuck in the rain water. Took us 45 minutes to cross one particular road. And even that felt good. Of course, bless God for helping us get out of it without any difficulty. This particular episode made the evening even more memorable. Well, the tongue lashing Komal had on reaching her house was another matter altogether.
I wish I had at least one pic of us to revisit the evening by. We were so lost in ourselves, it clicked no one to click a picture. I am sure, the memories are permanently itched in our mind, they won’t wash away.
It was one of the best friendship days I ever had in my life. Cheers to my loving and caring friends!
Having had a hectic last couple of months, I had not been able to spend quality or otherwise time with my any of my friends: college friends and even office friends whom I seem to see every day. Though the meet with college friends hasn’t taken place and has itself become much awaited, the one with office friends did take place and at what a grand level!
After many discussions, plans and subsequent cancellations,
the final plan:
Movie: All of us had heard a lot about the success of “Inception”, yet some of us were keen to watch the third in the series of Twilight saga. But the problems with the timing of the shows tilted the choice in the favour of Inception.
Venue: Big cinemas. Every one of us is so much into discussing and weighing of options, that most of our time is lost into that. Though, this is one of the fun parts we share. Meeting discreetly at lunch times, when the office is empty of its other peeping and overhearing inhabitants is altogether so much fun to do.
The Gang: There is a reason why ‘The Gang’ came later than ‘Movie’ and ‘Venue’. The shift of the choice of the movie changed the number of people. Me, Komal, Pooja, Prarthana and Krupali. Aloki was going to come if ‘Eclipse’ had been the movie, but alas, maybe it was not meant to be. And of course, there are always last minute cancellations. Krupali couldn’t make it till the final time. It too has a story behind it, as everything most of the time has. But I think it would be better if it were told by her. (Krupali: We will be expecting that story when you comment )
Later: Eat, talk, chatter to our heart’s content, make up for the time we hadn’t met, roam around, maybe shop and do anything we wanted to do.
The plan looked and felt good and I am immensely glad to say that it executed itself so well that the evening was loads more than I had expected. My expectations had been bound and it had limits, but the actual part left a beautiful feeling inside.
The movie was good, as its reviews said. Till the last moment of the movie, it had us on the edges of our seats. Grand performance by Leo and hats off the intricate story line. All we could think of was: how can a person have such a winding plot?
The most satisfying part was when we first sat in the chocolate room and then at McD’s and talked to our heart’s content. There were philosophical talks, our joint experiences, the changes that had happened to each individual since we had met and the coming life. We laughed at the tiniest of things. The setting and of course all of us were fantastic.
While we were having all the fun, rain poured and thundered. And finally it was time to leave for home. I didn’t want to leave. I was feeling like extending the time for just a few minutes. The condition being: those ‘just a few minutes’ shouldn’t end. I was feeling drunk on happiness and masti, feeling reckless and impulsive, feeling like doing something adventurous. One thought was watching two movies back to back, but it didn’t work out. And we were lucky it didn’t, otherwise we would have got stuck in the rain.
In the end, I did get my wish of a little adventure. We got stuck in the rain water. Took us 45 minutes to cross one particular road. And even that felt good. Of course, bless God for helping us get out of it without any difficulty. This particular episode made the evening even more memorable. Well, the tongue lashing Komal had on reaching her house was another matter altogether.
I wish I had at least one pic of us to revisit the evening by. We were so lost in ourselves, it clicked no one to click a picture. I am sure, the memories are permanently itched in our mind, they won’t wash away.
It was one of the best friendship days I ever had in my life. Cheers to my loving and caring friends!
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
The Eternal Bond Of Matrimony
Some say, marriages are made in heaven and lived on earth while others call it the ultimate form of commitment. The ideal definition of matrimony goes like this: A binding of two soul mates where they live, love, respect, share and cherish everything under the sun. It all sounds so sweet and perfect that it borders on unrealism and fantasy. The real deal is completely different. It’s not right or wrong but a different facet altogether. The most important component of it all is ‘Love’.
In the western countries, people marry more than once in their lifetimes. Every individual has a different reason for getting out of it. The fact of the matter is, no two marriages can be compared. As a result the divorce rates increase and may be sometimes eventually it becomes a habit.
As Helen Hunt quoted in the movie ‘The Good Woman’, (I may not get it word to word, the gist of what I remember):
"Marriage is like living in a room with a person you have fallen in love with. In some cases, as days and weeks pass, the room grows smaller and smaller. But at first, you don’t realize it. It happens in inches. And by the time you come to know of it, it’s too late to do anything. Then you feel stuffed and suffocated and there does not even exist a window and the doors are locked. So the only option that remains is unlock the door and get out."
The same scenario is quite different in the Indian Scenario. Here, love marriages are sparse but in the modern world, many people have accepted as the reigning one. So either the love happens first and marriage follows or marriage happens first and then love follows. In the latter case, it is said that love grows slowly and gradually and hence becomes everlasting. But what happens, when the love fails to grow? What happens to a loveless marriage?
We Indians are more governed and controlled by the society we live in rather than our emotions and decisions. Most of the times, the loveless marriages still carry on as being perfect for the benefit of the eyes of the society, but the moment the society is not watching, the scenario drastically changes. Though the divorce rates have increased considerably in Indian when compared to the earlier years, but still it is considered a taboo to get separated. I am in no way implying that we should follow the western culture and ruin the wonderful families we have. The reason behind being in a marriage should be the love people share and not the sense of duty towards the family, the relatives and the children. A delicacy loses its charm the moment the key ingredient goes missing.
The question is, in the world where everything changes right from people to places, is the bond of matrimony really eternal?
In the western countries, people marry more than once in their lifetimes. Every individual has a different reason for getting out of it. The fact of the matter is, no two marriages can be compared. As a result the divorce rates increase and may be sometimes eventually it becomes a habit.
As Helen Hunt quoted in the movie ‘The Good Woman’, (I may not get it word to word, the gist of what I remember):
"Marriage is like living in a room with a person you have fallen in love with. In some cases, as days and weeks pass, the room grows smaller and smaller. But at first, you don’t realize it. It happens in inches. And by the time you come to know of it, it’s too late to do anything. Then you feel stuffed and suffocated and there does not even exist a window and the doors are locked. So the only option that remains is unlock the door and get out."
The same scenario is quite different in the Indian Scenario. Here, love marriages are sparse but in the modern world, many people have accepted as the reigning one. So either the love happens first and marriage follows or marriage happens first and then love follows. In the latter case, it is said that love grows slowly and gradually and hence becomes everlasting. But what happens, when the love fails to grow? What happens to a loveless marriage?
We Indians are more governed and controlled by the society we live in rather than our emotions and decisions. Most of the times, the loveless marriages still carry on as being perfect for the benefit of the eyes of the society, but the moment the society is not watching, the scenario drastically changes. Though the divorce rates have increased considerably in Indian when compared to the earlier years, but still it is considered a taboo to get separated. I am in no way implying that we should follow the western culture and ruin the wonderful families we have. The reason behind being in a marriage should be the love people share and not the sense of duty towards the family, the relatives and the children. A delicacy loses its charm the moment the key ingredient goes missing.
The question is, in the world where everything changes right from people to places, is the bond of matrimony really eternal?
Saturday, 8 May 2010
yeh nok jhok, shararate hain..
| Yeh Nok Jhok |
Love's in the air, ain't it? Loosing oneself to the fresh feeling of Freshness in life. Taaza Taaza Rishton ki yeh Taaza Taaza ibaratein hai!
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
O' Fireflies
Cutting the darkness with their own bright light
the small fiery creatures of night
O' Fireflies, light up the sky
adorn the grays and shades, a sigh
what a wonderful sight
the heart dancing in blissful delight.
Such tiny creatures
vanquishing the deep death darkness
Before the sun's bless
their twinkling lights are the apertures.
O' Fireflies teach us
to creep up on the dark
and lend us your unique spark.
Wednesday, 21 April 2010
The veil
A veil is in front of my eyes,
catching, alluring, enthralling yet unbound ties
silvery velvety sheath
the one I never want to bequeath.
Facing the veil's face
a shiver runs through always
leaving me completely fazed
beyond its boundary
there exists nothing for me
every moment, I drink its appearance
my eyes don't see past its existence.
A veil is in front of my eyes,
any morose thought is killed and dies.
A veil is in front of my eyes,
'I am happy living with it' are my cries.
Eyeing the veil's eyes
Lost in their confines
their depths, their smiles
the feeling is divine
My mind stores away
every small tweak and craves
as much as it can take away.
A veil is in front of my eyes,
Never to part,
want to bind it with eternal ties.
Wednesday, 7 April 2010
Entwined lives
Has anyone ever pondered why we meet certain people at certain point of time in out lives? The first contact with them does not even give us a clue about our future attachment. As they enter into the realms of our lives, we feel a connection, a bond from may be another lifetime. Though we hardly know them, we in our hearts come to know that they are important, that they can change our lives making it turn to a better way, that they will leave an everlasting impact on us.
The lives that are entwined, however hard you try to separate them, they never do. The bond may not last a lifetime but for whatever period of time it there, it is sweet and memorable.
The lives that are entwined, however hard you try to separate them, they never do. The bond may not last a lifetime but for whatever period of time it there, it is sweet and memorable.
Monday, 22 March 2010
Body, mind and soul
Recently, I had a really good discussion with my mum and brother about the symbol for a doctor. The only symbol we knew about was the ‘plus’ sign. But, later the discussion took a turn and we were in unknown territory. My mother had seen a special programme in which the people involved were discussing this exact same topic.
According to them, the symbol for a doctor had its origins in India and it depicted a stick with wings, around which two snakes were entwined, having their hoods focused on the stick. The meaning of the symbol and its origin had us enthralled. Searching on the net for more information though not exhaustively, I found the symbol belonging to the ancient Greeks and having a different set of meaning altogether.
Its meaning as shown in the programme was quite fitting. It said: The stick denotes a human body. The snakes are the dual minds that a human has. One snake denotes the negative side that we possess and the other denotes the positive one. Their focus (as in the pic), is on the human body, to make it comply as the minds wish, with which the body has to constantly struggle with. The wings denote the soul which is connected with the body and gets affected by the body’s doings.
Now-a-days, the doctors cure only the ailments of the body. In ancient times, the doctors actually healed the body, mind and soul. And that is the reason this particular symbol is said to be the doctor’s symbol. Quite an interesting and relevant find!
According to them, the symbol for a doctor had its origins in India and it depicted a stick with wings, around which two snakes were entwined, having their hoods focused on the stick. The meaning of the symbol and its origin had us enthralled. Searching on the net for more information though not exhaustively, I found the symbol belonging to the ancient Greeks and having a different set of meaning altogether.Its meaning as shown in the programme was quite fitting. It said: The stick denotes a human body. The snakes are the dual minds that a human has. One snake denotes the negative side that we possess and the other denotes the positive one. Their focus (as in the pic), is on the human body, to make it comply as the minds wish, with which the body has to constantly struggle with. The wings denote the soul which is connected with the body and gets affected by the body’s doings.
Now-a-days, the doctors cure only the ailments of the body. In ancient times, the doctors actually healed the body, mind and soul. And that is the reason this particular symbol is said to be the doctor’s symbol. Quite an interesting and relevant find!
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Kash yeh pal tham jaaye...
The moments when these various moods were taken, all I could think (and I am sure everyone else involved too) to stop that moment in time: “Kash yeh pal tham jaye”
This one photograph is capable of making a whole lot of beautiful memories emerge in front of eyes and they are so strongly embossed on our mind’s canvas, passage of time wouldn’t change anything.
Friday, 12 March 2010
Peek Inside
These eyes, they see everything, they take in all, observe every single tiny occurrence and store it somewhere in the recesses of our mind.
People, expressions, conversations, small nooks and places, hidden intentions and basic natures. They learn, they perceive, they understand and they relive.
They see everything but themselves. They help us create a mental picture. But do they help us see ourselves?
I wondered how I can see myself as objectively and as wonderingly as I see other things. Knowing our self to the core, seeing our flaws and at the same time, reveling in our finer points is the very essence of living in our own skins.
Close your eyes and peek inside, experience every breath you take, every pulse and every heartbeat, relive every sweet memory you treasured and spend time with the person who is you.
Know thyself and live to the hilt!
People, expressions, conversations, small nooks and places, hidden intentions and basic natures. They learn, they perceive, they understand and they relive.
They see everything but themselves. They help us create a mental picture. But do they help us see ourselves?
I wondered how I can see myself as objectively and as wonderingly as I see other things. Knowing our self to the core, seeing our flaws and at the same time, reveling in our finer points is the very essence of living in our own skins.
Close your eyes and peek inside, experience every breath you take, every pulse and every heartbeat, relive every sweet memory you treasured and spend time with the person who is you.
Know thyself and live to the hilt!
Friday, 19 February 2010
Naina
..those eyes dived into mine and touched my soul.
Laughing
the bubble of laughter in those eyes spread a wave of happiness around, couldn’t help but laugh with them
Alluring
kept looking at them. Was lost in their depths. They held its captive firmly and never wanted to leave those nets.
Caring
soothing, loving and caring eyes. Laying engulfed in the blanket of care.
Mischievous
those wicked yet attractive and charming eyes. The twinkle in them stole the heart away.
Intense
passionate, intense as if no one existed but us.
Laughing
the bubble of laughter in those eyes spread a wave of happiness around, couldn’t help but laugh with them
Alluring
kept looking at them. Was lost in their depths. They held its captive firmly and never wanted to leave those nets.
Caring
soothing, loving and caring eyes. Laying engulfed in the blanket of care.
Mischievous
those wicked yet attractive and charming eyes. The twinkle in them stole the heart away.
Intense
passionate, intense as if no one existed but us.
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Almost extinct structures
In the Renaissance architecture, a cellar had always been present. But, as the modern architecture came and changed the way houses are built, basements became extinct.
Cellars have an earthy quality. They make you feel that you have roots. Cellars provide so much additional space. Though the way the cellar is modeled can greatly impact the vibes it radiates. They really are enamouring structures. Whether it’s to hold a birthday party or a get together of the family or even a expanse of space as a playroom for children, the basement can cover it all.
Having a suitably lighted and properly ventilated cellar is an asset. Cellar is the best place to carry out secret assignments, a place to chill out with friends without disturbances.
Seeing basements in English movies always made me want to have one in our house. That never happened though, but it didn’t change my awe for them.
But alas! Now they are almost impossible to find. Another change in the classic house architecture.
P.S.- I do not belong to the architecture field. So ignore any incorrect references.
Cellars have an earthy quality. They make you feel that you have roots. Cellars provide so much additional space. Though the way the cellar is modeled can greatly impact the vibes it radiates. They really are enamouring structures. Whether it’s to hold a birthday party or a get together of the family or even a expanse of space as a playroom for children, the basement can cover it all.
Having a suitably lighted and properly ventilated cellar is an asset. Cellar is the best place to carry out secret assignments, a place to chill out with friends without disturbances.
Seeing basements in English movies always made me want to have one in our house. That never happened though, but it didn’t change my awe for them.
But alas! Now they are almost impossible to find. Another change in the classic house architecture.
P.S.- I do not belong to the architecture field. So ignore any incorrect references.
Childhood Inspirations
Every one of us has had people who had inspired us in our childhood. There is actually no need for us to know the people who inspire us and neither is it required that they be famous personalities. They can be people with whom we spend most of our time or they can be perfect strangers.
In my childhood, the one thing that I was not good at and may be still I might not have achieved the expertise, was writing and speaking in fluent English. But the sad part was I didn’t even bother. But then I came face to face with my dear beloved elder sister’s (Pallavi) ability to converse and write. I was stumped and she unknowingly inspired me to learn the language.
There was this one friend (Nachiketa Das) in my school who had silky smooth abilities when it came to the language. Watching him in the class made me like English. He might have guessed himself the effects he had on the students in the class. The most surprising part was that he was quite well versed even when compared to the teachers. Up till then, the language was an unknown quantity to me but after these two people, I was fascinated with it, it became an enigma for me.
I later strived to learn it, to achieve a niche level. It helped me in a way, I had never thought possible as in today’s era; English is the most widely used language for communication. The fascination still has remained with me. I want to unravel its mysteries and know it inside out. These two people have done me a big favour and I am eternally grateful to them.
In my childhood, the one thing that I was not good at and may be still I might not have achieved the expertise, was writing and speaking in fluent English. But the sad part was I didn’t even bother. But then I came face to face with my dear beloved elder sister’s (Pallavi) ability to converse and write. I was stumped and she unknowingly inspired me to learn the language.
There was this one friend (Nachiketa Das) in my school who had silky smooth abilities when it came to the language. Watching him in the class made me like English. He might have guessed himself the effects he had on the students in the class. The most surprising part was that he was quite well versed even when compared to the teachers. Up till then, the language was an unknown quantity to me but after these two people, I was fascinated with it, it became an enigma for me.
I later strived to learn it, to achieve a niche level. It helped me in a way, I had never thought possible as in today’s era; English is the most widely used language for communication. The fascination still has remained with me. I want to unravel its mysteries and know it inside out. These two people have done me a big favour and I am eternally grateful to them.
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Eyes on the road
As I watched a scenic lone road passing by, I thought, in our busy lives, how little importance we give to the small yet great things coming our way. All we ever do is concentrate on final destinations. The tiny miniscule things that are capable of giving us satisfaction and happiness are lost somewhere in the hugeness of the broad picture we carry in our minds.
That radically different road reminded me of all things that should be paid attention to. It was just passing by, I could have just waited for the great destination that awaited me at the end of the journey yet I am glad I had my eyes on the road.
That radically different road reminded me of all things that should be paid attention to. It was just passing by, I could have just waited for the great destination that awaited me at the end of the journey yet I am glad I had my eyes on the road.
On the Edge
As I read through my recent blogs, I detected a similar quality in all of them. At least the latest two were saddening and distressing. There was no reason for me to speculate this; I already knew the situation that my inner most thoughts had taken a shape and had unconsciously poured out on to the paper.
I am facing a constant crisis in my life. I am unhappy, already distraught with worry and the panic is increasing, seconds ticking by. My life is like a bomb about to explode and like an active volcano already emitting some amount of lava, burning everything it touches, though the actual explosion is yet to happen. My life is on the edge of a precipice about to tumble to the other side.
There comes days that are blissful but they are so so short lived, they vanish in the blink of an eye. Neither I nor anyone else can help erase this constant darkness except God. I believe in him and I know he is listening, but I don’t know when will his magic work for me.
Some people might say that I am just not trying and only wallowing in grief and self pity. But I know how much I have tried and am still trying. This constant torture of my soul is one thing I am not able to handle. It is screaming, screeching for help but none seems to be forthcoming. I am unable to talk about it, share it and yet I can’t live like this.
I address God, the spirit that lives in all of us, the spirit that gives us energy, the one that protects us, the one that teaches us to differentiate between good and evil, the one that has the power to change the path of fate and destiny, I beg him to alter the current circumstances, to give me a lasting beautiful cloudless sunny morning.
I am facing a constant crisis in my life. I am unhappy, already distraught with worry and the panic is increasing, seconds ticking by. My life is like a bomb about to explode and like an active volcano already emitting some amount of lava, burning everything it touches, though the actual explosion is yet to happen. My life is on the edge of a precipice about to tumble to the other side.
There comes days that are blissful but they are so so short lived, they vanish in the blink of an eye. Neither I nor anyone else can help erase this constant darkness except God. I believe in him and I know he is listening, but I don’t know when will his magic work for me.
Some people might say that I am just not trying and only wallowing in grief and self pity. But I know how much I have tried and am still trying. This constant torture of my soul is one thing I am not able to handle. It is screaming, screeching for help but none seems to be forthcoming. I am unable to talk about it, share it and yet I can’t live like this.
I address God, the spirit that lives in all of us, the spirit that gives us energy, the one that protects us, the one that teaches us to differentiate between good and evil, the one that has the power to change the path of fate and destiny, I beg him to alter the current circumstances, to give me a lasting beautiful cloudless sunny morning.
Sunday, 17 January 2010
Cheat Sheet!!!
Recently I am reading a book “Don’t lose your mind, lose your weight” by Rujuta Diwekar - celebrity fitness trainer and nutritionist. (Disclaimer: I do not want to lose my weight. I want to learn right habits and practices to be followed about meal) There she has used the concept of “Cheat Sheet”, whereby she has mentioned how to cheat on your diet. For example if you can not say “No” to your beloved chocolate pastries, then you can eat them, but make sure that this is the first thing you eat in the morning, that too only once a week. Why? Well, we will not discuss it here coz I will have to go in technicalities. The point is “Cheating”.
Cheating may not be a very positive word, but I wonder how well it helps up. We keep cheating most of the times. More than others, we cheat ourselves. No, Really!! Say for example:
You do not get something you wanted: a job, a project, a person… anything!! You may be down for a while, but what comes next to your mind? “That was not good for me” or “I will get something better” – Cheating.
You are upset and you go for shopping (Maahi’s way ;) ) or starts eating (kung fu panda :-P ). – Cheating.
You try to fill emptiness of life with money, work, sometimes also with music or some other art – Cheating.
Remember Aall Izz Well?? Yeh dil na, bada darpok hai,usko patana padta hai.. usse bolo all is well – Cheating.
Sometimes it also happens that turbulence of thoughts is going underneath and I manage to smile, just because I don’t want to make someone sad by letting him/her know that I am sad – Cheating.
To whom do we cheat? How important it is to cheat ourselves? Recently heard a beautiful song from “Ishqiya” - Dil to bachcha hai ji.. Dil sa koi kameena nahi.. :-)
So, good or bad - Keep cheating your heart… After all, it gives you so much troubles, it deserves this!!!
Cheating may not be a very positive word, but I wonder how well it helps up. We keep cheating most of the times. More than others, we cheat ourselves. No, Really!! Say for example:
You do not get something you wanted: a job, a project, a person… anything!! You may be down for a while, but what comes next to your mind? “That was not good for me” or “I will get something better” – Cheating.
You are upset and you go for shopping (Maahi’s way ;) ) or starts eating (kung fu panda :-P ). – Cheating.
You try to fill emptiness of life with money, work, sometimes also with music or some other art – Cheating.
Remember Aall Izz Well?? Yeh dil na, bada darpok hai,usko patana padta hai.. usse bolo all is well – Cheating.
Sometimes it also happens that turbulence of thoughts is going underneath and I manage to smile, just because I don’t want to make someone sad by letting him/her know that I am sad – Cheating.
To whom do we cheat? How important it is to cheat ourselves? Recently heard a beautiful song from “Ishqiya” - Dil to bachcha hai ji.. Dil sa koi kameena nahi.. :-)
So, good or bad - Keep cheating your heart… After all, it gives you so much troubles, it deserves this!!!
Friday, 15 January 2010
All things need strengthening
It’s understandable that everyone meets new people, yet that hardly means that the old people should be forgotten or ignored. But what hurts the most is disinterest. And then what is the guarantee that the new person will never be ignored because someone else has come up.
The person doing this kind of thing (consciously or unconsciously) should at least give it a thought. So what if everything is happening unconsciously, a conscious thought needs to be given to this. Otherwise there’ll come a time, when it’s too late to do anything. A balance can easily be formed, but of course with effort and help.
Any relationship be it a working one, the one with a friend or a parent or a soul mate, needs working for it. An arrival of a new person may loosen the ties a bit, but it can be worked upon to strengthen them. The main part being, the interest, the zest, the need and the work should come from both sides. A single sided attempt just brings more hurt.
The loosened bonds shouldn’t be left in that state for a long time. They keep on unfolding and one day the ties are severed. As soon as this comes to light, action really needs to be taken.
And letting go of everything shared without an effort feels wrong and painful to such an extent as if your heart was ripped apart in two.
The worst feeling is when everything happens in front of your eyes. Distance soothes sometimes, however little.
The person doing this kind of thing (consciously or unconsciously) should at least give it a thought. So what if everything is happening unconsciously, a conscious thought needs to be given to this. Otherwise there’ll come a time, when it’s too late to do anything. A balance can easily be formed, but of course with effort and help.
Any relationship be it a working one, the one with a friend or a parent or a soul mate, needs working for it. An arrival of a new person may loosen the ties a bit, but it can be worked upon to strengthen them. The main part being, the interest, the zest, the need and the work should come from both sides. A single sided attempt just brings more hurt.
The loosened bonds shouldn’t be left in that state for a long time. They keep on unfolding and one day the ties are severed. As soon as this comes to light, action really needs to be taken.
And letting go of everything shared without an effort feels wrong and painful to such an extent as if your heart was ripped apart in two.
The worst feeling is when everything happens in front of your eyes. Distance soothes sometimes, however little.
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