... or whatever space there is between the door and the footpath!
It has been a pleasant week, with the UK's longest day this week (21st June), no rain, not much wind... How I wish Bristol remain the same throughout the year!
Anyways, just finished a good session at the gym and relaxing outside in the nice weather, so nice to sit and think of nothing for a while. Feels good to remember I can still do it... the last I remember doing nothing is during the Semester Internals at college ;)
Coldplay singing 'You Are...' on my iPod, house mate preparing dinner inside, me sitting and doing nothing while my hunger grows humungously within my tummy... one of the better feelings I have had; that too after a hard day at work to make it more in contrast to the earlier part of the day...
I can keep blabbering, but I think I ought to call it a post now...
Until the next time I feel like writing then...
- Gaggy
Thursday, 24 June 2010
Friday, 18 June 2010
Back in Feb 2010...
Me and my friend Sridhar have a habit of churning out with creative work sometimes on the back of a thought... here is such a conversation...
I quote:
"Every achiever I have ever met says, 'My life turned around when I began to believe in me.' " - Robert Schuller
Reply from Sri:
At times we wonder, what is the purpose of our lives?
Why we are here? What should our life achieve?
Why few people are referred as ‘Great’?
Who told them their purpose of Life?
Then we try to search the purpose of our existence.
And in some time, we give up.
We tell ourselves, “I am here just to live!”
No human is ever born with an objective.
One needs to define the purpose of life.
(Just beautiful, isn't it?)
To which I reply:
We believe in doing something great and appearing like heroes,
That is the basic drive I guess, to stand out of the normal crowd
And do something so stunning, so fitting to ourselves
Most lose focus, and resign with the thought, "What would I get if I do this"
If the drive is strong enough for you to give your all,
Stand tall and strong in front of huge gales of wind and high tides of seas,
Yes, you would be worn out at times, but still
If you stick through till the end, you will find that satisfaction
At your death bed, you will be smiling,
Wherever you are, whatever you are, and however you are,
That you did something in your life, that you defined something for yourself
And stuck by it till that day
And that, my friend, is heaven and nothing else
The other man in hell is the one who lied to himself
The one who cheated, the one who stepped on others
To gain some worldly possessions, he cheated himself
He said again and again that is not bad, what he did
He just needed to do it since he had to come forward
And he, little by little, kills his conscience
And descends so low that it becomes too late
To recuperate from the wrongs he has done
He goes off chasing butterflies, he donates to charities
He becomes an evangelist, a humanitarian to absolve
On doing good to one to strike off a bad done to another
But imagine such joy it would be
If you never did wrong a single soul
The happiness you would get at all the times
The peace and content in your heart
I believe if this thought sits deep within
And becomes the foundation of the basic principles
I believe, my friend, that Earth itself
Will become Heaven, a haven for all of life...
Well, that's how we poets create our work :o)
- Gaggy
I quote:
"Every achiever I have ever met says, 'My life turned around when I began to believe in me.' " - Robert Schuller
Reply from Sri:
At times we wonder, what is the purpose of our lives?
Why we are here? What should our life achieve?
Why few people are referred as ‘Great’?
Who told them their purpose of Life?
Then we try to search the purpose of our existence.
And in some time, we give up.
We tell ourselves, “I am here just to live!”
No human is ever born with an objective.
One needs to define the purpose of life.
(Just beautiful, isn't it?)
To which I reply:
We believe in doing something great and appearing like heroes,
That is the basic drive I guess, to stand out of the normal crowd
And do something so stunning, so fitting to ourselves
Most lose focus, and resign with the thought, "What would I get if I do this"
If the drive is strong enough for you to give your all,
Stand tall and strong in front of huge gales of wind and high tides of seas,
Yes, you would be worn out at times, but still
If you stick through till the end, you will find that satisfaction
At your death bed, you will be smiling,
Wherever you are, whatever you are, and however you are,
That you did something in your life, that you defined something for yourself
And stuck by it till that day
And that, my friend, is heaven and nothing else
The other man in hell is the one who lied to himself
The one who cheated, the one who stepped on others
To gain some worldly possessions, he cheated himself
He said again and again that is not bad, what he did
He just needed to do it since he had to come forward
And he, little by little, kills his conscience
And descends so low that it becomes too late
To recuperate from the wrongs he has done
He goes off chasing butterflies, he donates to charities
He becomes an evangelist, a humanitarian to absolve
On doing good to one to strike off a bad done to another
But imagine such joy it would be
If you never did wrong a single soul
The happiness you would get at all the times
The peace and content in your heart
I believe if this thought sits deep within
And becomes the foundation of the basic principles
I believe, my friend, that Earth itself
Will become Heaven, a haven for all of life...
Well, that's how we poets create our work :o)
- Gaggy
Monday, 14 June 2010
Love...?
Read something about Love somewhere... is there a chance of misusing Love? What is Love? Is it a feeling of attraction, sympathy, authority, jealousy, affection, craving or something else?
If it was one of these, then why invent these words at all? There is a specific distinguished emotion somewhere that is called by this word. May be some find it very early in their life, some never; but I believe it is a part of every one's life, and just as any other emotion, just waits on our beck and call to emerge and complete us with an overwhelming satisfaction.
If it was one of these, then why invent these words at all? There is a specific distinguished emotion somewhere that is called by this word. May be some find it very early in their life, some never; but I believe it is a part of every one's life, and just as any other emotion, just waits on our beck and call to emerge and complete us with an overwhelming satisfaction.
Seven Days After...
I had left India on the morning of Tuesday 8th, back to " कर्मभूमि ", the land of work. First three days was a stone thrown to the head and reality kicks back hardest. Nah, nothing like that; it was as if I knew this void would be there, so I shunted myself somehow during the 15 days I spent back home...
Now to think of it, I was missing here when I was there, and I am constantly missing there when I am here...
This mind is so volatile: Back, no stay, no back for better, no stay a while for best... time oscillating between energetic spells and couch potato weekends; striving to get somewhere other than here, some time other than now...
Drifting like air from place to place,
Pace is so slow I am not sure about the race,
Eyes are drifting away from focus
Surprisingly not feeling any pain
Just being curious about stability
When will my mind get some peace
Why this agitation of a constant nature
Who is that holding the stick and moving the water
Tranquility for sure is not constant
You're sure to feel it for an instant
Then you get back to the constant search
Trying to find the source of mirth
Then again, why do we seek
That which cannot be found, that which is meek
Stay a while and be patient
For time will give when most in need
So I sit and wait, ah so raring
I want it right away, but I know I won't have it
Wait for a while, and count the moments
That you surrender for the ultimate splendour...
I can go on with these stupid lines which may not make sense to me tomorrow morning, but I am a poet, it is not supposed to make sense at any other time than now
Hoping for better inspirations next time...
Gaggy
Now to think of it, I was missing here when I was there, and I am constantly missing there when I am here...
This mind is so volatile: Back, no stay, no back for better, no stay a while for best... time oscillating between energetic spells and couch potato weekends; striving to get somewhere other than here, some time other than now...
Drifting like air from place to place,
Pace is so slow I am not sure about the race,
Eyes are drifting away from focus
Surprisingly not feeling any pain
Just being curious about stability
When will my mind get some peace
Why this agitation of a constant nature
Who is that holding the stick and moving the water
Tranquility for sure is not constant
You're sure to feel it for an instant
Then you get back to the constant search
Trying to find the source of mirth
Then again, why do we seek
That which cannot be found, that which is meek
Stay a while and be patient
For time will give when most in need
So I sit and wait, ah so raring
I want it right away, but I know I won't have it
Wait for a while, and count the moments
That you surrender for the ultimate splendour...
I can go on with these stupid lines which may not make sense to me tomorrow morning, but I am a poet, it is not supposed to make sense at any other time than now
Hoping for better inspirations next time...
Gaggy
Sunday, 6 June 2010
Sister's birthday!
My sweet sister's birthday yesterday... gave her a small surprise party at home! She was really impressed, given my nature of no surprises and no secrets with family.
Had it all arranged: Ordered for a cake online on Friday morning (which I tell you is not the best way of ordering cake in India.. It's way too expensive, delivery details are not properly maintained, and the cake did not have my sister's name mentioned on it even though I mentioned it at the website's 'Special Note' section; but I digress); messaged all her friends in her phone contact list; schemed to take her out to temple visits while there were preparations done at home. All paid off (although one of her idiotic friends called her up in the morning and asked her about the secret surprise party she was to have in the evening. He will have a nasty surprise the day I meet him; but I digress again): she was pleasantly surprised when a few of her friends screamed "Happy Birthday!!" when we came back.
All said and done, given how cunning my sister is, I am really proud of myself for accomplishing such an arduous task involving great level of self restraint - not letting out a secret!! Mission accomplished!!!
By the way, she's very happy with her birthday gift, still has to get a hang of how to manage the messages though..
Had it all arranged: Ordered for a cake online on Friday morning (which I tell you is not the best way of ordering cake in India.. It's way too expensive, delivery details are not properly maintained, and the cake did not have my sister's name mentioned on it even though I mentioned it at the website's 'Special Note' section; but I digress); messaged all her friends in her phone contact list; schemed to take her out to temple visits while there were preparations done at home. All paid off (although one of her idiotic friends called her up in the morning and asked her about the secret surprise party she was to have in the evening. He will have a nasty surprise the day I meet him; but I digress again): she was pleasantly surprised when a few of her friends screamed "Happy Birthday!!" when we came back.
All said and done, given how cunning my sister is, I am really proud of myself for accomplishing such an arduous task involving great level of self restraint - not letting out a secret!! Mission accomplished!!!
By the way, she's very happy with her birthday gift, still has to get a hang of how to manage the messages though..
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