So as life would have it, I am one of those who's not known to give up till my battery of effort is exhausted completely and then some more. And as fate would have it in the recent past my efforts have led me to two distinct discoveries, both leading to a completely changed perspectives.
The one thing that you didn't like and openly declared you wouldn't do cause it was simply desestable to your taste is now fast becoming a fond reality. Opposed to the one thing that was professed to be an unconditional love is speeding towards becoming a faded memory.
What's ironic about this entire situation is that it is the same series of events that have led to this discovery of opposing nature.
Makes me really think about how frivolous our emotions and feelings are no matter how adamant we say to "no" to the change around us, a morning will most certainly come when our thoughts would transcend across the opposing boundaries and pitch us across on the other side of the playing field.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
For All Those Times Things Are Left Unsaid...
In 10th Grade...
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called “best friend”. I stared at her long, silky hair; wanting to run my hands through those locks and wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it.
After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before, shy hands fleetingly touched as I handed her the notebooks. She said “thanks” and shook hand with me.
I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, that I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
In 11th Grade...
The phone rang. On the other end, was my beloved, in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over not wanting to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. As she looked at me, saying “thanks” giving me that heart wrenching sweet smile, I want to tell her, I want her to know that I didn't want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
In 12th Grade...
The day before farewell she walked upto me. “My boyfriend is sick” she said; he’s not going to go. For me, well I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as “best friends”.
So we did!
After a perfect evening, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I wanted her to be mine, but she isn’t think of me like that, and I knew it.
Then she said “I had the best time, thanks!” and gave me that sweet smile of hers. Oh, but I want to tell her, I wanted her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
On Graduation Day...
A day passed, and then a week, then a month turned to years. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect form floated like an angel up on stage to get her felicitation. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, “You’re my best friend, thanks”. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I didn’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
A Few Years Later...
Now I stand in the lawn gazing... That girl is getting married. I watched her, as she shyly went through the religious ceremonies and drove off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like that, and I knew it.
But before she drove away, she came to me and said “you came!” She said “thanks” and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I didn’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
Funeral...
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my “best friend”. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years.
This is what it read:
"I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!"
I wish I did too… I thought to myself, and I cried.
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called “best friend”. I stared at her long, silky hair; wanting to run my hands through those locks and wished she was mine. But she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it.
After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before, shy hands fleetingly touched as I handed her the notebooks. She said “thanks” and shook hand with me.
I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, that I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
In 11th Grade...
The phone rang. On the other end, was my beloved, in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over not wanting to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.
After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. As she looked at me, saying “thanks” giving me that heart wrenching sweet smile, I want to tell her, I want her to know that I didn't want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
In 12th Grade...
The day before farewell she walked upto me. “My boyfriend is sick” she said; he’s not going to go. For me, well I didn’t have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as “best friends”.
So we did!
After a perfect evening, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I wanted her to be mine, but she isn’t think of me like that, and I knew it.
Then she said “I had the best time, thanks!” and gave me that sweet smile of hers. Oh, but I want to tell her, I wanted her to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
On Graduation Day...
A day passed, and then a week, then a month turned to years. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect form floated like an angel up on stage to get her felicitation. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn’t notice me like that, and I knew it.
Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, “You’re my best friend, thanks”. I wanted to tell her, I wanted her to know that I didn’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
A Few Years Later...
Now I stand in the lawn gazing... That girl is getting married. I watched her, as she shyly went through the religious ceremonies and drove off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like that, and I knew it.
But before she drove away, she came to me and said “you came!” She said “thanks” and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I didn’t want to be just friends, I love her but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why.
Funeral...
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my “best friend”. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years.
This is what it read:
"I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn’t notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don’t want to be just friends, I love him but I’m just too shy, and I don’t know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!"
I wish I did too… I thought to myself, and I cried.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Sharing a bit at a time...
"I don't understand these moods that you're getting into."
"They're my moods, okay! You want to understand moods, have one of your own!"
"They're my moods, okay! You want to understand moods, have one of your own!"
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Random Rantings...
If you are confident, they will say you are arrogant.
If you are deliberate, they will say you are too sure of yourself.
If you have a sense of purpose, they will say you are self-absorbed.
If you know who you are, they will ask, “Who are you, anyway?”
If you believe in kindness and compassion, they will say you are naïve.
If you are a dreamer, they will say “join the real world.”
If you are a rebel, they will try to shut you down.
The instructions include:
rein it in
slow it down
wait it out
pull it back
take your time
play it safe
But you will know:
They are envious because they want what you have.
They are afraid of change even as they crave it.
They are projecting their own regret into resentment of you.
It’s not all bad news: some of them will sort themselves out and end up joining you. Because you are a good person and have had plenty of false starts of your own, you’ll understand and welcome them warmly. We’ve missed you! you’ll say. It’s about time you made it.
As for the others, well, you will remember what Gandhi said:
“First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.”
If you are deliberate, they will say you are too sure of yourself.
If you have a sense of purpose, they will say you are self-absorbed.
If you know who you are, they will ask, “Who are you, anyway?”
If you believe in kindness and compassion, they will say you are naïve.
If you are a dreamer, they will say “join the real world.”
If you are a rebel, they will try to shut you down.
The instructions include:
rein it in
slow it down
wait it out
pull it back
take your time
play it safe
But you will know:
They are envious because they want what you have.
They are afraid of change even as they crave it.
They are projecting their own regret into resentment of you.
It’s not all bad news: some of them will sort themselves out and end up joining you. Because you are a good person and have had plenty of false starts of your own, you’ll understand and welcome them warmly. We’ve missed you! you’ll say. It’s about time you made it.
As for the others, well, you will remember what Gandhi said:
“First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.”
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
...
Not an original composition.. not one bit.. so wanted this to get straightened out before I am accused of plagiarism..
Hanging on
Here until Im gone
Right where I belong
Just hanging on
Even though
I watched you come and go
How was I to know
Youd still show
One day ill have enough to get more
Ill wait to hear your final call
Hanging on
Hanging on
Here until Im gone
Right where I belong
Just hanging on
Even though
Passed the time alone
Soon were so unknown
It heals the soul
Youll ask if the walls are building higher
Well light the shadows of them all
Id stand but theyre much too usefull
And I fall
February stars!
Floating in the dark!
Temporary stars!
February stars!
Hanging on
Here until Im gone
Right where I belong
Just hanging on
Even though
I watched you come and go
How was I to know
Youd still show
One day ill have enough to get more
Ill wait to hear your final call
Hanging on
Hanging on
Here until Im gone
Right where I belong
Just hanging on
Even though
Passed the time alone
Soon were so unknown
It heals the soul
Youll ask if the walls are building higher
Well light the shadows of them all
Id stand but theyre much too usefull
And I fall
February stars!
Floating in the dark!
Temporary stars!
February stars!
Friday, November 12, 2010
A Story Left Incomplete or Advaita Finally Achieved?
It is strangely overwhelming how people suddenly come into your life and create a life long impact. I have come to realize, the time spend with the person has nothing to do with the attachment binding the people together.
Today has been a sad day for a fraternity and personally for me as well. Nandu Narsimhan, a colleague, a respected senior, a mentor and a friend decided to leave us all behind. In the past few months Nandu was often talking about going to a better place, I guess his wish really was heard. The man who introduced me to the concept of Advaita and made me want to live the philosophy finally achieved what he aspired for.
I do want to write so much more over here, but then the thoughts are so muddled over your sudden and unexpected departure that my usually lucid brain seems to be befuddled with chaotic thoughts.
Nandu Sir, you will be sorely missed time and again. I hope your soul is in that better place we all want to eventually go to. I also pray for your family and believe that God will give them strength to move forward and soar to the heights you wanted them to go to.
Today has been a sad day for a fraternity and personally for me as well. Nandu Narsimhan, a colleague, a respected senior, a mentor and a friend decided to leave us all behind. In the past few months Nandu was often talking about going to a better place, I guess his wish really was heard. The man who introduced me to the concept of Advaita and made me want to live the philosophy finally achieved what he aspired for.
I do want to write so much more over here, but then the thoughts are so muddled over your sudden and unexpected departure that my usually lucid brain seems to be befuddled with chaotic thoughts.
Nandu Sir, you will be sorely missed time and again. I hope your soul is in that better place we all want to eventually go to. I also pray for your family and believe that God will give them strength to move forward and soar to the heights you wanted them to go to.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
My stab at being a copywriter...
Today when we talk of India, we no longer discuss the future of India. We say the future is India.
India is surging ahead and showing the way to rest of the world.
India, the youngest nation led by a majority of passionate citizens.
India, a global nation, filled with second highest number of English speaking people.
India, a land of opportunities coupled with entrepreneurial spirit enabling majority of its people to be self employed.
India, a land of the erstwhile Dollar Dreams is now employing an ever increasing number of expats.
India, the land of outsourcing, coming to a full circle by creating employment offshore.
India, the land of bullock carts and potholes now has amongst the largest numbers of Billionaires.
India, the land of snake charmers and swamis has now emerged as a thought leader in technology.
India, the land which transcended poverty and urban culture to emerge as a sporting nation
So I am here to not tell you what you already must have read or heard insurmountable times…
The time for India is now and no one knows this better than us…
India is unstoppable and the land of infinite opportunities.
India is surging ahead and showing the way to rest of the world.
India, the youngest nation led by a majority of passionate citizens.
India, a global nation, filled with second highest number of English speaking people.
India, a land of opportunities coupled with entrepreneurial spirit enabling majority of its people to be self employed.
India, a land of the erstwhile Dollar Dreams is now employing an ever increasing number of expats.
India, the land of outsourcing, coming to a full circle by creating employment offshore.
India, the land of bullock carts and potholes now has amongst the largest numbers of Billionaires.
India, the land of snake charmers and swamis has now emerged as a thought leader in technology.
India, the land which transcended poverty and urban culture to emerge as a sporting nation
So I am here to not tell you what you already must have read or heard insurmountable times…
The time for India is now and no one knows this better than us…
India is unstoppable and the land of infinite opportunities.
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