Why don't you put in some effort! he said
Because I am not interested.
You are very blunt.
Yes, it saves a lot of time, I said.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Until then
If external world is the cause of your sadness, you cannot get rid of that sadness even if you create a new situation or go to a new place.
- Swami Dayanand
If I was anywhere even close to being in the state these words are propagating, I wouldn't be sitting here and making this post. Rather I would be somewhere giving words to my own profound thoughts. Or may be I wouldnt be anywhere at all. But I am here and I am not cut out from this external world. It makes me sad and it makes me happy.
If I get the point, what these profundities mean and the reason they are around is to remind me that you may not be there, but the whole point of this exercise of a lifetime is to get there. I would want to get there. Until then I dont mind going to new places. Only want the travel and stay to be first class.
- Swami Dayanand
If I was anywhere even close to being in the state these words are propagating, I wouldn't be sitting here and making this post. Rather I would be somewhere giving words to my own profound thoughts. Or may be I wouldnt be anywhere at all. But I am here and I am not cut out from this external world. It makes me sad and it makes me happy.
If I get the point, what these profundities mean and the reason they are around is to remind me that you may not be there, but the whole point of this exercise of a lifetime is to get there. I would want to get there. Until then I dont mind going to new places. Only want the travel and stay to be first class.
Monday, May 12, 2008
They did a Musaddilal on ME
On Friday, I had submitted my passport and documents at the new passport office for address change. I was supposed to collect it today at the specified time, between 4.30 and 5.30 pm. There I was at 4.45 pm all innocent and hopeful a la Musaddilal. I handed the slip to the lady at the counter. She looked through the pile on her desk didn't find my passport so went around looking for it at other peoples desk. This should have triggered my panic button, but for some reason I continued to be innocent and hopeful.
The lady came, gave me my slip back, asked me to sit down and said she will call me in ten minutes. A different lady called me and asked me if I had an old passport. I said no, this is the only passport I have and its valid. So she said they have found records of a similar looking person and similar name, so was I sure if I never had any other passport. The panic button still didn't get triggered. I think I have lost the sense of detecting evil under disguise. Suddenly my dimag ki batti came on and I said the records must be my sisters. So she asked me their names, I gave her both their names. The lady all excited ran to the others screaming yes she has sisters, they are her sisters. Continuing with the same innocent and hopeful frame of mind I thought good now that the puzzle is solved, they will hand me over my passport.
But when were things easy for Musaddilal. After some discussion with their boss, they wanted to know where are my sisters based. I said one is here and the other is abroad. After some more discussion they wanted to know where does the one who is in India stay. I said in the same house with me. I think that did me in. The boss saw a lucrative opportunity of making money out of me. They asked me to get my sister and her passport along with me tomorrow morning. They will verify in person that two similar looking persons do exist. The lady at the counter got quiet sympathetic and she said it shouldn't be a problem we can go ahead and do the address change, but if "sahab" says no what to do.
I wasn't asked for money outrightly, but I am quite sure if I had offered their boss money I would have my passport with me now. When I was standing at the counter a couple passed me and I overheard the man telling the woman that he gave 3000 bucks in bribe and he pointed at the boss and said you see that specky (yeah specky, means the one who wears spectacles)guy, I couldn't hear anything more as they went out of earshot. Another thing, my sisters passport has our current residence address, if I had wanted a duplicate passport why in the world would I want to change the address on my passport to our current address. Logically, why will anybody with the intention to make duplicate passports want it on the same address. If I was an imposter I would at least have the sense of taking on an entirely different surname for myself and totally different names for the parents. Besides, there must be scores of sisters in the world who look alike. Does this happen to all of them? So circumstantial and logical evidence proves that the man just saw a chance to make money out of me. That didn't happen and it wont happen with my sisters cooperation :D. (I told her not to take offence that they think we look alike.)
But what might happen is, the man may get kidnapped, he may be forced to eat lots and lots and lots of jalebis and he may not be given even a drop of water to drink after that.
The lady came, gave me my slip back, asked me to sit down and said she will call me in ten minutes. A different lady called me and asked me if I had an old passport. I said no, this is the only passport I have and its valid. So she said they have found records of a similar looking person and similar name, so was I sure if I never had any other passport. The panic button still didn't get triggered. I think I have lost the sense of detecting evil under disguise. Suddenly my dimag ki batti came on and I said the records must be my sisters. So she asked me their names, I gave her both their names. The lady all excited ran to the others screaming yes she has sisters, they are her sisters. Continuing with the same innocent and hopeful frame of mind I thought good now that the puzzle is solved, they will hand me over my passport.
But when were things easy for Musaddilal. After some discussion with their boss, they wanted to know where are my sisters based. I said one is here and the other is abroad. After some more discussion they wanted to know where does the one who is in India stay. I said in the same house with me. I think that did me in. The boss saw a lucrative opportunity of making money out of me. They asked me to get my sister and her passport along with me tomorrow morning. They will verify in person that two similar looking persons do exist. The lady at the counter got quiet sympathetic and she said it shouldn't be a problem we can go ahead and do the address change, but if "sahab" says no what to do.
I wasn't asked for money outrightly, but I am quite sure if I had offered their boss money I would have my passport with me now. When I was standing at the counter a couple passed me and I overheard the man telling the woman that he gave 3000 bucks in bribe and he pointed at the boss and said you see that specky (yeah specky, means the one who wears spectacles)guy, I couldn't hear anything more as they went out of earshot. Another thing, my sisters passport has our current residence address, if I had wanted a duplicate passport why in the world would I want to change the address on my passport to our current address. Logically, why will anybody with the intention to make duplicate passports want it on the same address. If I was an imposter I would at least have the sense of taking on an entirely different surname for myself and totally different names for the parents. Besides, there must be scores of sisters in the world who look alike. Does this happen to all of them? So circumstantial and logical evidence proves that the man just saw a chance to make money out of me. That didn't happen and it wont happen with my sisters cooperation :D. (I told her not to take offence that they think we look alike.)
But what might happen is, the man may get kidnapped, he may be forced to eat lots and lots and lots of jalebis and he may not be given even a drop of water to drink after that.
Monday, May 05, 2008
I am Sweet Spring
Today I stumbled upon a poet named Komitas. Two of his poems made sense to me so they get the honour of being here.
I AM
I am your love,
I am the heat of your love,
Yet lonely...
I am your woman,
You, you are my soul
That I depend on...
Your voice sounded as sudden thunder of love
My soul breathed as an elating lightning of spring...
I breathed your breath deep down my chest
And by your fire I became the poet of the flames...
Only after reading the poem second time it struck me, that it was written by a man and not a woman. I only know of Kailesh Kher who does that beautifully.
SWEET SPRING
Sweet spring,
Flower and bud,
The merry stream,
Sparkling babble,
Green bloom,
Delightful dew,
Refreshing brook
Where did you leave all these...
While reading this poem I was like, what is this, then I read the last line and it made sense.
I AM
I am your love,
I am the heat of your love,
Yet lonely...
I am your woman,
You, you are my soul
That I depend on...
Your voice sounded as sudden thunder of love
My soul breathed as an elating lightning of spring...
I breathed your breath deep down my chest
And by your fire I became the poet of the flames...
Only after reading the poem second time it struck me, that it was written by a man and not a woman. I only know of Kailesh Kher who does that beautifully.
SWEET SPRING
Sweet spring,
Flower and bud,
The merry stream,
Sparkling babble,
Green bloom,
Delightful dew,
Refreshing brook
Where did you leave all these...
While reading this poem I was like, what is this, then I read the last line and it made sense.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
I am a morning person. The day I wake up late I feel the day is wasted. Yesterday I did not set the alarm because today we have kept the office closed. It's Labour Day in Maharashtra so I decided not to labour today. But I woke up at 5.45 am on my own. The cuckoos were already up and making their presence felt. I went about my morning rituals of drinking 1.5L of water followed by a dreamy Yoga session. At 8.00 am I went back to sleep and woke up at 10.00 am, 2 hours of extra sleep doesn't do anybody harm :D
I am very happy, my body is setting back into a proper clock rhythm. I dont have to make an effort to rise early anymore. Until just a month or two back I used to be constantly fatigued and sleepy. It's more than a month now and I have stuck to my 3 alternate days walking and 3 alternate days yoga schedule. I can see the paunch (actually a tire) slowly declining and relinquishing the space it was occupying around me.
I wanted to start with a bit of jogging too. That will have to wait a little, as I had fallen from a stool and sprained my left ankle and hurt the shin too. And as if that was not enough two days later did Surya Namaskar which hurt the leg more. Since then it has been acting up once in while. Which means the jog trip will have to wait until the left leg forgets all about the abuse it went through and starts cooperating again. I wish to be fit enough to be able to participate in the marathon next year. I don't want to run a long stretch or set a goal. I just want to be fit to be able to participate and run. That's it.
I am very happy, my body is setting back into a proper clock rhythm. I dont have to make an effort to rise early anymore. Until just a month or two back I used to be constantly fatigued and sleepy. It's more than a month now and I have stuck to my 3 alternate days walking and 3 alternate days yoga schedule. I can see the paunch (actually a tire) slowly declining and relinquishing the space it was occupying around me.
I wanted to start with a bit of jogging too. That will have to wait a little, as I had fallen from a stool and sprained my left ankle and hurt the shin too. And as if that was not enough two days later did Surya Namaskar which hurt the leg more. Since then it has been acting up once in while. Which means the jog trip will have to wait until the left leg forgets all about the abuse it went through and starts cooperating again. I wish to be fit enough to be able to participate in the marathon next year. I don't want to run a long stretch or set a goal. I just want to be fit to be able to participate and run. That's it.
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