Quotes

• A balanced diet is a cookie in each hand

• I am always right. Once I thought I was wrong, but I was mistaken.

• Multitasking is listening to you ans pretening I am interested.

• Grow your own dope - plant a man

• Sarcasm is one of the services I offer

• I am deeply superficial

• Roses are red, Violets are blue, I am schizophrenic and so am I

• Life is short - take the scenic route

• Perfection is the enemy of 'good enough'

• If you dont have time to do it right the first time, when are you going to have time to do it all over?

• Ever notice that 'what the hell' is always the right decision?

• We make a living by what we et... We make a life by what we give

• YOuth is not a period in time, it is a state of the mind

• The heart has reasons that reason does not know

• Be yourself... who else is better qualified?? ;-)

Walk with Prerna

I wish I was a poet... at least a part-poet.

Prerna and I went for a walk today... on IV beach. We left a 5.30pm. We started talking about Daler Mehendi and Punjabi songs... and Rang De Bsanti.. and Bollywood. Then we stepped down on the beach. It was BEAUTIFUL.

We were enchanted. We sang the touchy songs - 'Saagar kinaare, dil yeh pukaare... tum jo nahi to mera, koi nahin...'

We walked till Campus point. And there, as we turned back, we saw a breathtaking sight.

The Sun was radiant. The water was metallic-colored, and the waves lashed against the few rocks that defiantly withstood the force. The sky had a gradual shading of blue. The ocean was almost spotless... the few spots being the birds who had flown deep into the waters and were bobbing up and down along the waves. The clouds behind the Sun were orange, and the trees were bent towards the sea. On the sand where we walked, there were fresh pugmarks of the birds. They made a wonderful pattern in the sand.
I was enamored. So was Prerna. She said "When you see something beautiful, dont you feel you are a part of it too??" Yes, I do.
I smiled. I could not contain the outpour of feelings. I didnt know why I felt what I felt.
I just smiled.
And then I looked down. There was a smiley drawn in the sand.

We walked for about 90minutes. And then surrendered to Naan-Stop. Delicious food. Captivating conversation. Hilarious incidents.

A fulfilling day...

Dil Hai Ki Maanta Nahi

Unbelievable things...

1. I felt hungry and went to eat at Naan-Stop (alone). I saw the guy whom I had met 5 months back when I was totally new to this place. I was surprised that I recognized him (remembered that we had met). He, on the other hand, KNEW MY NAME!
2. I did an entire assignment on my own bal-boota... Almost a first, in this quarter.
3. I missed Salsa class.
4. I allowed all and sundry to color me in Holi.
5. I had the best dance party (4 of us grooved crazily). And then we listened to soulful music.
6. The first dinner out with friends at SB...
   
7. I had some of the most peaceful and fulfilling sleeps after I have come here... in the last week.
8. As with all good things, it came to an end.
9. A sound philosophy about the 'guilty party having to try and mend things', has not been followed. This caused more-terrible-than-usual heartburns.
10. I successfully resisted (so far).

Inheriting luck?

A thought that I often ruminate over...

I have been fortunate/unfortunate to have been born in a monetarily rich family. This has often caused my friends to look at my actions from a different perspective. Moreover, most people assume that there is no (or very little) 'struggle', and that it must have been an easy ride.
Also, some of them are almost jealous because of the freedom that I have (that money gives).
And the comment I dread the most is: "You are so lucky!". Not to say that I am not, but affluence is not the reason (well, not ALL the reason at least).

I think inheriting wealth is the same as inheriting the genes from parents/lineage. If someone's parents are intellectual, then the child is lucky because he/she gets the intelligence in the genes. In fact, if he uses it wisely, he could have a higher potential of being rich (and by that logic, is luckier than someone with only monetory inheritance). Similarly, someone born of good looking parents is lucky.

All the qualities that are carried over from the parent to the offspring, puts the offspring on a high-ground from the rest in that field. By that logic, EVERYONE is lucky (just the magnitude of luck varies... depending on which quality is given higher value).
And if one thinks thoDa deeply, monetary inheritance would rank rather low on the 'luck' scale.

Then why are rich people targetted?? Or why are daughters of rich families made to feel 'luckier'?

Advise to the 'stone'

This is quoted:-

1. Spend time with yourself without feeling the need for companionship.
2. Don't modify to please others.
3. Build yourslf from scratch,
4. Stop thinking of 'test drives'
5. Hard work will tell you a lot about yourself.
6. Keep your eyes and ears open to what you feel.
7. Make friends. JUST friends. You'll be surprised as to how much they can teach you.
8. Make time to read

In all, 'be a man'
:-)

lyrics of my recent favourite (from kasoor... haha)
Kitni bechain ho ke main tumse mili,
tum ko kya thi khabar ki main kitni akeli...

Another recent fav is 'Something something' by Mika. Totally groovy.

tell me something meri jaan
kar le hamse ek baar pyar ki meethi baaten chaar
oh sohniye sun le tu
something something tell me something

That is soulful... and true!

Well, now I am on lyrics roll... Not a big fan of poting lyrics, but heard this song today. Floyd.

Coming back to life

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone elses words
Dying to believe in what you heard I was staring straight into the shining sun

Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of live and the seeds of change were planted

Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but
I took a heavenly ride through one silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life

I took a heavenly ride trough our silence
I knew the waiting had begin
And headed straight... into the shining sun

I feel like being in this person's place

Smitten!

All your life you are looking for perfection.

And then, after some years of pointless, hopeless and rewardless endeavours, you conclude that perhaps nothing more than an ellusive search. You KNOW it's a mirage.

You give up, disillusioned.
You had the picture, you had a good idea of what you wanted. But you have concluded that the perfect match does not exist.

You move on... meeting less-than-perfect (but really good) entities. You enjoy interacting with them.

And then, one day, after a long time since the search was relinquished and expectations were compromised on, you meet someone.
This someone, is not just wat you always wanted, but much more than that.

It's that someone whose presence can put your senses on high-alert... someone whose words you can't listen to, but only hear, because you are so lost in appreciation.. someone whose eyes convey so much to you, even when no message was intentionally transmitted.
Someone who can make you believe in love at first sight (or at least in the first couple of sights).
Someone who can make your day by just appearng in front of you.

It's unfair.
It's unfair that THAT someone exists.

But well, such crazy (unfounded?) feelings are.. well, unfounded!

No matter how tempting a dessert looks, it's the taste that makes it delicious,
no matter how inviting a book appears, it's the content that invigorates,
similarly, no matter how perfect a person SEEMS, one can't give a high rating before test-driving the product!

It's one of the rare occasions when I genuinely meant an 'If only...'

Rock and Roll, Sonhiye

In spite of having SO MUCH to write about (so many firsts - tumult, unease, elation, frustration, shame etc), it's Salsa that inspires me enough to blog!

tan tara tara... I love the song.. I love the rhythm.. I love dancing to the rhythm of that song...
The instructor is one of those people who do their job so well, that the inspiration is enough to get you going.
The way he moves, the way he treats the ladies (can give AB a run for his money... and that's saying ALOT), the panache, the smoothness.... aha! Its a feast to the eye to see him groove so naturally...

Ok, enough. (But I just cant have enough of that... I so goddamn wish I could twirl and whirl like that). OK ENOUGH!

Proof : I can't stop smiling after the dance...



Apart from that, I am HAPPY today. That's because I made someone else happy. Erica was rahter annoyed that the house was not 'clean' (cleanliness being a highly relative term... especially after seeing the other houses on M.G.Road of Santa Ynez.. )
So, I cleaned the tables, cleaned the tras can, vaccuumed the floor... and in-all, made it spotless... wah wah! I am sure Yamunabai would be sooooooo happy to see me work like that.
And it really made Erica happy. She filled the 'notice board' with exclamations... YAY! HOw much I love being appreciated.

Another incident. I had a phone interview. It is one of those things that make you squirm when you look back at them. 'Wishing it never happened' is a mild way of putting it. When I think of the answers I gave, I feel the bile juices in my stomch rising to my throat, the teeth clenching in disgust, and the mouth untterint un-utterable phrases.
Never mind! "Everyone goes through this". I don't care. I wished I didn't have to go through it. It has made me paranoid about interviews."I want to go back to Kailas and sleep in dad's arms. I dont want to do any god-forsaken internship". This is what I think everytime I reminiscise about that i/v.

Another incident. I wet shopping. Downtown. Alone. I browsed through most of the shops. Alone. Had lunch at Picazzio (Italian place, with a guy playing guitar and my table being strategcally located so that I could see the whole street and also get warmth from the bukhara-equivalent... and I had a delicious Panini). Alone. Bought stuff (lip gloss... YAY). Alone.
And LOVED that day.
I love this place. It is like a movie set. Downtown is the ideal place to spend a Sunday morning and afternoon.

Another Incident: I shared my deep-dark secrets. Now someone can blackmail me! (Scary...)

Now I have to get back... to I dont know what. I am spoilt for choices. I can either read about turing machines, or read about caricaturing, or read Mouse-Driver Chronicles, or read CLR, or have my 5th glass of milk for the day (huh, that reminds me of a record I must record! Prerna and I finished 5 gallons of milk in a span of 2 weeks... Like Shaunak said, it's time to get a cow!), or I could solve cryptoquip ad get hooked to other Y! games, or I could dance, or I could call someone over ;-) , or I could think of an efficient algorithm that will make the choice for me from these options given the constraints, or I could keep generating newer options and keep writing them on the blog... or I could sit back and day-dream....

I know what I am going to do :-)