that long silence

Sometimes there is a peace and tranquility in your life that you don't want to disturb it by even talking. As I settle into a nice routine of work, weight loss and spending time with people I love, there is this tranquility and I don't want to say anything for a while more :)

the forth of joolai

There was the stupid team outing! Some silly resort, the sillier team members, the crowds from eight other companies, the drunker brawl between us and a second company and then going back to office to do some work that happy venkatan had asked me to do made the day rather drab. Vicky (short for victorious god of the heavens) was sleepy having stayed up in office till 3 in the morning. I just wanted to drop him off and hit the gym to burn the gulab jamoons and ice cream I had eaten. But life had slightly different things in store and aint I glad that life had slightly different plans for me.

So me and Vicky ended up talking for over three and a half hours about life, God, destiny, the Gita, his life, my life and a whole bunch of other things. He is a fine chap, and it was awesome to listen to him talk about what he has been through in life and more importantly what he has learned from that and how he applies that in his everyday life and life in general.

I cannot express what I felt after speaking to him, it is something so personal that it can only be felt. But the biggest things are that I feel i have found a friend and something has increased my resolve to study the SrimadBhagvadGita.

Thanks Vicky!

And yes in remembrance of this lovely evening I post one of your favourite words (Thanks Rudyard Kipling for this)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

the gardener ajji

Nice Saturday morning, cloudy day and i met the baays in Jayanagar, put coffee and came back and continued the saga of "keep off the grass". Karan Bajaj, ex-IIMB's book, lot of which I could relate to.

Then an ajji came home, an old withered up woman, chewing arecanut all the time. All skin and bone. She probably was good looking, may be even beautiful, when she was younger. But constant poverty, a harsh life and the never ending struggle to make ends meet had made her age, brought on so many wrinkles and removed the glow from her. The mother of five daughters, she offered to clean up the garden, which had grown till my waist, all for hundred and seventy rupees, a meal and probably a saree amma was willing to dispose off.

And she did this backbreaking work for some 4-5 hours. I ended up helping a bit, and within ten minutes I was sweating profusely. But she plodded on, told me men should not touch brooms and how I should not tell the girl I marry I help around as she will then not do anything. Wow! And finally in her own stylish way she said Byeee and wandered off.

But she left me thinking. For all that I say I know how comfortable I am and understand that people do not have money, something changed that Saturday. This old woman still worked so hard, sheer cold brutal manual labour, I dream of retiring at 35! And she still has the spirit left in her. She might not have the money or the luxury or the comfort. She is old and still works and has probably bought 5 new sarees in her whole lifetime. But she has the spirit. The spirit of that soul, life could not break and that is really the greatness of the soul; the spirit never breaks. You burden it, you give the maximum trouble possible, but it still floats up and gives you the chances ot laugh, like this old lady did when she said her byeee! God bless her, may be he has, because in spite of the troubles he gave her and not me, she did not seem particularly sadder than me.

P.S. I love you

MONKEY: its monday and u are at office
:P

MONKEY: A nice run after a long time ..... Feels goooood!!!
Another monkey: i am still not in office :P

MONKEY: in due time
Another monkey: :P

MONKEY: P.S. I love you
MONKEY: P.S. I love you ... the movie :-P
MONKEY: thanx da

Another monkey: :P
MONKEY: i aint so hopless anymore eh?
:P

Another monkey: i always loved you, you never got it :P
MONKEY: i think i did
but then
:P

Another monkey: :P
:P
MONKEY: hehe :)

Passion

There must be something, something that I badly want to do! Where the hell has it gone? Where where where! What happened to all that ambition, passion, everything else? Is this what an engineering and MBA course has done to me?

There must be something! I have to have to find it :|

Fee'long'ing

We stretched and the muscles ached. They cringed for being together and normal and sensible again. But the pain is sweet, it makes being together so much better and if we did not strectch we would have never realized the sweetness of longing. For there is a sweet so sweet, it makes longing worth it.

And I am glad, we both like longing, so much!

I just hope what we long for is worth it :)

Amen!

Friends, fun and frolic

It is so much fun when bitchy baby and unkills and I get together. The mood is light, the talk is fun and baby always comes up with something poly. Ha ha. It is so much fun that it takes everything else off your mind. I guess that is what friends are for! No wonder I love them so much and want to meet them so much! Love you guys!