Perdu

Last night, ( I don’t know whether it was as a dream or just another thought)I could word a certain complexity most accurately. But, it so happens that I’ve forgotten what it was. All that remain with me a little trace that I could…
How irritating this can be only I know. For now, I rack my brain to somehow find those words that came to me last night...

Happened to read these updates on Twitter. Liked the wording and wanting to share.
--ShashiTharoor RT @KS1729:(@shashitharoor)w/Anup Jalota sing "saare jahan se acha"4 diwali. Small reaffirmations of a vanishing ideal!

--priyankachopra the mind is a magician; it can make heaven out of hell and sadly hell out of heaven!

Postcard visits

September, 2009

This was a grand site indeed...
Looking upon these turbulent, Azur waters while standing on grassy cliffs, the Earth's topography came alive for me. I now know why the "Planet Earth" looks like what it does.

Lady Writer and the Water of Love...

I haven't written for so long not because of a lack of ideas but because of a lack of a unifying theme. A unifying theme for these many ideas, thoughts, and reflexions my brain churns out minute after minute, second after second. I've tried writing during History Seminars, during History Seminars but the incoherence of the text is so palpable that posting it would be ludicrous… Lot has happened over the past few days and again, I’m amazed at how life keeps unrolling itself like a film reel, and how when you look back at all that has happened, you cannot help but smile. Yesterday was Diwali. I cooked chicken curry, kneeded French Dough for pooris ( a sticky affair). The chicken turned out to be delicious and the pooris too were worth the mess in the kitchen. I ate with a friend who enjoyed the meal immensely. The evening was reserved for a "big party", a birthday party of a good friend, an " are you coming ? " event. I was pretty happy about my Saturday night scene. After all, some celebration on Diwali! So at 10 p.m. we headed out. A few of beers were what i'd planned and that's exactly how I went about it. I danced, spoke to people. It was during once such moments, when i held a 'bottle green' bottle of beer and sipped this splendid drink that someone enlightened me beyond imagination. She said, “think with the front of your brain” and gesticulated a movement, which cut the brain in two, very unequal parts such that the front was just a sliver. The sliver was to do the thinking and the rest - the large, dense, 97 percent of your brain was to do the unconscious pondering. Come to think of it, limiting the size of your brain so as to reduce the score and scores of idle thoughts is effective as a strategy. Allowing good things to come to you by surprise and take you by surprise. Good things that you've wanted but not pondered the “fluffiness” out of them…

So, there she was, “speaking words of wisdom, “let it be…” ”
Therefore, I'll stop thinking of whether Mr Kiffe would happen or not. Just wait for the day I might be taken, by surprise! “In shah Allah”

A note to myself- Odious Opinions.

"Cause when you showed Me, Myself , you know, I became sAomeone else"- In the Sun, Coldplay ft Michael Stipe

I’ve realized something about myself-that it does not take a lot to make me Happy or, for that matter, Sad. Call it good or bad? But why call it anything at all? Why be of an opinion? Why opine? Why call it anything at all, but just what it IS, just a characteristic truly?
Why not be neutral, like water? Let things “be” just like they are; without tarnishing them with a film of judgement?
I try to not have an opinion. See things in the moment. Live in the present.
But because I talk of it like a knowing practice, it’s surely something that doesn’t come naturally . However, I try, because I know its worth.
To see things and people for what they are, just like they are in that moment of time, without concluding anything about them is truly a virtue. To believe even remotely that you know what they entail is detrimental. What becomes more existential is our short-sightedness than the opinion drawn.
Opinions change. To label anything or anybody would only destabilise us if our label is mismatched. It pains to have people not meet up with your expectations. But inspecting this statement closely, the defeat stems from the existence of a pre- conceived opinion.
Water neither corrodes like acid nor emulsifies like oil. A tentative to live without opinions would expose the world as an iridescent vista before us. It would be like sipping water off a water-fall, running bare footed in velvet green, undulating fields, plucking strawberries and sitting under the shade of a tree. It is much like the archetypal painting of children- Mountains, Smiling sun tucked between one central valley, a brook that runs just beneath his nose and flowers (of course) in their blossom, spanning the length of the paper.

Think

Excessive contemplation. Should I or should I not. Interpretation of all around you!
Should I or should I not?
Land me safe...

" Quote"

"In the right light, at the right time, everything is extraordinary. "

-Aaron Rose

N and N, love always.
I had another post that I’d wanted to post but thought it would be a mockery of blogging, defeating the very purpose of real, intimate, heart-felt writing. I say this is because my earlier post circled around a theme that was rather jovial and happy (like a kid who’s seen a shooting star); what I feel write now is quite the on
contrary. Today, I don’t feel so right and nothing I do seems to undo that. Thus, staying true myself, my blog and you, I post this. I save that post for another day, not sodden but light.

My stay in India is coming to an end and this day, the 20th of August 2009 asserts that it was not a satisfactory visit. Definitely not worthy of that kind of lofty imagination I’d used to foresee my days in dear old Dilli. I don’t like the morbid, melancholic tone this article is taking. Neither do I like affirming with such aplomb the unsatisfactory nature of my visit but, writing is better than moping. Also, it’s a good way to remember- my visit and laugh on the emotional upturn of this day, and for future reference, read it to feel better on another gloomy day. It’s my own boost-thy-morale mechanism. It’s working for me already.

(I’ve ended the post so brusquely that I am ashamed. The point is that it’s my blog and in my opinion it’s supposed to be something that quite simply SOOTHES. It’s done that to me and making most of it. I’m going to "move it".)