There are a thousand things to distract, a million reason to procrastinate, a billion reasons for feeling low. But a fews words of motivation from a friend is all one needs to get back on track.
Some events in life leave such a deep impact, its nearly impossible to get over them. One feels as if bound with shackles. But a fews words of motivation from a friend is all one needs to get back on track.
First post of 2011, dedicated to all those(esp. my best friend) who have motivated me whenever I was going through a bad phase of life.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wish
Experience is the name everyone gives to his mistakes. ~Oscar Wilde, Lady Windemere's Fan, 1896
I have gained a lot of experience this year. No matter whether we get into something new or not, we make mistakes, then recuperate and finally count it as an experience. This phenomenon continues year after year. New set of mistakes and hence new experience. But this need not necessarily be the case.
A friend of mine maintains a small diary where she enters all the unaccomplished wishes of her life; some as trivial as to get a box of color pencils, to stack up the fridge with icecream. She gets back to the diary often to remind herself about those unaccomplished wishes.
One might say, "Isn't it like having a to-do list?" Of course it is but to have a to-do list with entries which are the wishes from childhood onwards is different.
Whenever she finds a funny looking pencil she buys that, though she hardly uses a pencil, and adds to her collection. One day she stacked up her fridge full with ice-cream. Sounds crazy, but it does give some kind of satisfaction or kind of accomplishment.
It is definitely better than having many resolution at the beginning of every year but never accomplish any of them.
My last post of the year 2010.....
I have gained a lot of experience this year. No matter whether we get into something new or not, we make mistakes, then recuperate and finally count it as an experience. This phenomenon continues year after year. New set of mistakes and hence new experience. But this need not necessarily be the case.
A friend of mine maintains a small diary where she enters all the unaccomplished wishes of her life; some as trivial as to get a box of color pencils, to stack up the fridge with icecream. She gets back to the diary often to remind herself about those unaccomplished wishes.
One might say, "Isn't it like having a to-do list?" Of course it is but to have a to-do list with entries which are the wishes from childhood onwards is different.
Whenever she finds a funny looking pencil she buys that, though she hardly uses a pencil, and adds to her collection. One day she stacked up her fridge full with ice-cream. Sounds crazy, but it does give some kind of satisfaction or kind of accomplishment.
It is definitely better than having many resolution at the beginning of every year but never accomplish any of them.
My last post of the year 2010.....
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Gone Silent
I was the apple of his eye. Dawn to dusk I accompanied him, no matter where he went. I always reminded him his appointments. Contacts of his friends and acquaintances were always at my finger tips. Sometimes he would ask me to hush up and be quite. Sometimes he would ask me to sing. I did all that he asked me to do; with diligence and obedience. Yet...
Ever since we moved to this new place, he has changed. He is no longer the one I knew. I keep asking myself do I know this guy. He has changed a great deal. He hardly looks at me for days. And sometimes would yell at me, "Damn phone! gets discharged in less than a day" and plugs the charger.
Poor me, what wrong did I do to him. If he ain't got any friends here, it isn't my fault. I lie on the bed or the table with no one to care, with no one to call. I'm GONE SILENT.
Ever since we moved to this new place, he has changed. He is no longer the one I knew. I keep asking myself do I know this guy. He has changed a great deal. He hardly looks at me for days. And sometimes would yell at me, "Damn phone! gets discharged in less than a day" and plugs the charger.
Poor me, what wrong did I do to him. If he ain't got any friends here, it isn't my fault. I lie on the bed or the table with no one to care, with no one to call. I'm GONE SILENT.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Rendezvous
The truth elusive to me;
the truth elusive to God.
Her thoughts and her mind!
An unusual gleam was in her eyes.
Was it the tears,
Or a mirage of some sort.
My heart sobbed;but she smiled.
Was that a real smile,
Or a veil of some sort.
I flinched for a moment.
Was that her,
Or an impostor of some sort.
The truth elusive to me;
the truth elusive to God.
Her thoughts and her mind!
the truth elusive to God.
Her thoughts and her mind!
An unusual gleam was in her eyes.
Was it the tears,
Or a mirage of some sort.
My heart sobbed;but she smiled.
Was that a real smile,
Or a veil of some sort.
I flinched for a moment.
Was that her,
Or an impostor of some sort.
The truth elusive to me;
the truth elusive to God.
Her thoughts and her mind!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Trip to tirupati
This is a brief account of my first trip to Tirupati. I was accompanied by my colleague and one of my best friends, Rajesh. At the offset let me say, it was a riveting experience.
Tirupati temple is on the top of a hill called Tirumala while Tirupati is the town at the foot of the hill. We started our journey on 31st of August. There was a fleet of bus heading to Tirupati at the ever buzzing Majestic bus station of Bangalore. Rajesh was late on the day which was quite unusual, because its always the other way round; he waits for me. At last he came, to my surprise he looked more like on a trek than a pilgrimage; with his puma tracks, backpack and all. He wanted to board an APSRTC bus (a loyal Andhraite.. LOL), but I pulled him onto a KSRTC bus. The bus was decently furnished with plush seats. 31st of August was a working day and both of us were tired, in no time we were fast asleep. Next day, i.e. September 1st around 5:30 am we reached Tirupati bus station. I had a very good sleep, for I am more accustomed to travelling than Rajesh. For a long time he complained of not getting proper sleep, bad quality of buses and comparison of Indian roads to that of West, of course with lot of statistics (give a topic and its rare that Rajesh can't give you some numbers on that, and to be honest 99.99% of the time he is dead accurate)
There are three ways of getting the darshanam. One is to get to the temple via steps (around 4000 steps, which according to Rajesh comes up to some 10km) and is free of cost. Second way is to get the ticket of Rs50 and get to the temple premises by bus. Third is ofcourse for the able, take a Rs300 ticket to get darshanam early (I don't understand the funda, money rules I guess).
Our plan was to go by steps. The steps start at Alipiri. So we took the Tirumala bus from Tirupati bus station and alighted at Alipiri. Once we were done with the morning chores we started climbing the long fleet of steps. At Alipiri there is a provision to get the luggage carried to the top free of cost. I was adamant on not giving my bag to anyone I don't know for what reason. Rajesh gave his backpack there. At the beginning the steps were quite steep and some of them were numbered.
Though we were sweating heavily, Rajesh told me that the weather was too good and it won't get better than this. After every 100 steps or so we paused for a minute or two. There were lot of pilgrims, from all age groups. Kids running along the steps (much to my envy), middle aged and old men and women. All of them were quite supple in their movements as compared to us. Some of them were applying turmeric paste on the steps while some were lighting camphor on each step. I kept wondering how they managed to climb the steps and light camphor at the same time. Their agility was really commendable (I guess they might have done that a lot many times). There were street hawkers and vendors along the steps. Half way through we had our breakfast, idli-vada with sambhar and chutney.
As I mentioned earlier there are around 4000 steps in total. We can think of the difficulty in climbing the steps as an analogy to life. At some parts its very easy and at some parts its very difficult, so is life some times it goes on smoothly and sometimes its full of hardships.
We reached the top of the hill around 10 am. We then roamed around to find some accommodation, but in vain. Some of them had counters for VIP recommendation, i.e. come with some recommendation letter from a MP or an MLA and you will get a room quite easily. After an hour long search we had to settle for a free locker facility. We bought a locker and then kept all our belongings there. After bath we left to the temple.
By the time we reached temple it was 12 and it was closed. We were told that it would reopen at 2pm. We then had lunch roamed around. The sun was overhead and the heat unbearable. Around 10 minutes to 2pm we reached the free darshanam gate and it was flooded with people. With that started the second phase, the wait for the darshanam. We had to wait for around 3 hours for the darshanam. Amidst pulling and pushing we somehow got inside the temple premises. As we get the darshanam for less than a minute, I had my little prayer and then came out of the temple.
With that started the third phase, getting the prasadam. This was the most toughest part. People though within the temple premises, soon became barbaric. Shouting and pushing trying to get ahead of the queue. They tested my patience for around 30 minutes and I finally gave up. I declared I don't want the prasadam. I was furious and disappointed, such was behaviour of the other devotees. I barely escaped from getting my shirt torn in the queue. Then Rajesh suggested to go to first floor for collecting the laddoos. Thankfully there was no crowd and we got the prasadam in less than five minutes.
With that the fourth phase started, journey back to Bangalore. We collected our belongings at the locker room and set our return journey. Rajesh suggested to go back by train. I was a lot skeptical about his idea, but had to give in. He goes on by some intuition and most of the times it works. This time he claimed that the half the train would become empty once it reaches Tirupati. But when the train finally arrived hardly some people got down. Again to his luck, there was one compartment with empty seats. We got onto that compartment. His next claim was that at that hour ticket examiner wouldn't bother to come and check the tickets. But the Ticket Examiner came and asked for tickets. I was so fast asleep that I didn't witness all that happened next. Rajesh's part of the story says, the TTE came and asked him the tickets. He searched the pockets and couldn't find the tickets. He then told him that the tickets are with me. He asked him whether he should wake me up or not. But when TTE saw me in deep sleep he felt pity and left (neither exaggerated nor abridged.. LOL). Next day morning we reached Bangalore.
It was really a riveting experience. Hope will get more chances to visit the temple... :)
Tirupati temple is on the top of a hill called Tirumala while Tirupati is the town at the foot of the hill. We started our journey on 31st of August. There was a fleet of bus heading to Tirupati at the ever buzzing Majestic bus station of Bangalore. Rajesh was late on the day which was quite unusual, because its always the other way round; he waits for me. At last he came, to my surprise he looked more like on a trek than a pilgrimage; with his puma tracks, backpack and all. He wanted to board an APSRTC bus (a loyal Andhraite.. LOL), but I pulled him onto a KSRTC bus. The bus was decently furnished with plush seats. 31st of August was a working day and both of us were tired, in no time we were fast asleep. Next day, i.e. September 1st around 5:30 am we reached Tirupati bus station. I had a very good sleep, for I am more accustomed to travelling than Rajesh. For a long time he complained of not getting proper sleep, bad quality of buses and comparison of Indian roads to that of West, of course with lot of statistics (give a topic and its rare that Rajesh can't give you some numbers on that, and to be honest 99.99% of the time he is dead accurate)
There are three ways of getting the darshanam. One is to get to the temple via steps (around 4000 steps, which according to Rajesh comes up to some 10km) and is free of cost. Second way is to get the ticket of Rs50 and get to the temple premises by bus. Third is ofcourse for the able, take a Rs300 ticket to get darshanam early (I don't understand the funda, money rules I guess).
Our plan was to go by steps. The steps start at Alipiri. So we took the Tirumala bus from Tirupati bus station and alighted at Alipiri. Once we were done with the morning chores we started climbing the long fleet of steps. At Alipiri there is a provision to get the luggage carried to the top free of cost. I was adamant on not giving my bag to anyone I don't know for what reason. Rajesh gave his backpack there. At the beginning the steps were quite steep and some of them were numbered.
Though we were sweating heavily, Rajesh told me that the weather was too good and it won't get better than this. After every 100 steps or so we paused for a minute or two. There were lot of pilgrims, from all age groups. Kids running along the steps (much to my envy), middle aged and old men and women. All of them were quite supple in their movements as compared to us. Some of them were applying turmeric paste on the steps while some were lighting camphor on each step. I kept wondering how they managed to climb the steps and light camphor at the same time. Their agility was really commendable (I guess they might have done that a lot many times). There were street hawkers and vendors along the steps. Half way through we had our breakfast, idli-vada with sambhar and chutney.
As I mentioned earlier there are around 4000 steps in total. We can think of the difficulty in climbing the steps as an analogy to life. At some parts its very easy and at some parts its very difficult, so is life some times it goes on smoothly and sometimes its full of hardships.
We reached the top of the hill around 10 am. We then roamed around to find some accommodation, but in vain. Some of them had counters for VIP recommendation, i.e. come with some recommendation letter from a MP or an MLA and you will get a room quite easily. After an hour long search we had to settle for a free locker facility. We bought a locker and then kept all our belongings there. After bath we left to the temple.
By the time we reached temple it was 12 and it was closed. We were told that it would reopen at 2pm. We then had lunch roamed around. The sun was overhead and the heat unbearable. Around 10 minutes to 2pm we reached the free darshanam gate and it was flooded with people. With that started the second phase, the wait for the darshanam. We had to wait for around 3 hours for the darshanam. Amidst pulling and pushing we somehow got inside the temple premises. As we get the darshanam for less than a minute, I had my little prayer and then came out of the temple.
With that started the third phase, getting the prasadam. This was the most toughest part. People though within the temple premises, soon became barbaric. Shouting and pushing trying to get ahead of the queue. They tested my patience for around 30 minutes and I finally gave up. I declared I don't want the prasadam. I was furious and disappointed, such was behaviour of the other devotees. I barely escaped from getting my shirt torn in the queue. Then Rajesh suggested to go to first floor for collecting the laddoos. Thankfully there was no crowd and we got the prasadam in less than five minutes.
With that the fourth phase started, journey back to Bangalore. We collected our belongings at the locker room and set our return journey. Rajesh suggested to go back by train. I was a lot skeptical about his idea, but had to give in. He goes on by some intuition and most of the times it works. This time he claimed that the half the train would become empty once it reaches Tirupati. But when the train finally arrived hardly some people got down. Again to his luck, there was one compartment with empty seats. We got onto that compartment. His next claim was that at that hour ticket examiner wouldn't bother to come and check the tickets. But the Ticket Examiner came and asked for tickets. I was so fast asleep that I didn't witness all that happened next. Rajesh's part of the story says, the TTE came and asked him the tickets. He searched the pockets and couldn't find the tickets. He then told him that the tickets are with me. He asked him whether he should wake me up or not. But when TTE saw me in deep sleep he felt pity and left (neither exaggerated nor abridged.. LOL). Next day morning we reached Bangalore.
It was really a riveting experience. Hope will get more chances to visit the temple... :)
Sunday, August 22, 2010
I hate u!!!
You don't care about me!!!
Look, what have you done to me?
I warned you a million times. Didn't I?
I knew this day wasn't far.
Now you tell me what are you gonna do?
Oh! yeah you have your God damn excuses.
My mirror reflection screamed at me,
I HATE YOU
Oh man! I have put on a lot of weight.
Where are my track pants?
Where are my shoes?
Isn't it raining? Ah it is!
See I earnestly wish to shed my weight, but its raining... :-P
Look, what have you done to me?
I warned you a million times. Didn't I?
I knew this day wasn't far.
Now you tell me what are you gonna do?
Oh! yeah you have your God damn excuses.
My mirror reflection screamed at me,
I HATE YOU
Oh man! I have put on a lot of weight.
Where are my track pants?
Where are my shoes?
Isn't it raining? Ah it is!
See I earnestly wish to shed my weight, but its raining... :-P
Saturday, August 21, 2010
We talk too much
The following quote is from one of the James Hadley Chase thriller that I was reading last week.
Its quite true but not always. There is no point in worrying about every trivial issue that comes our way. Its sometimes good to accept them and move on. There is lot more to enjoy in life.
Some times when we get on from one problem to another, apparently weren't left with any other choice but to talk, analyse and worry. Though I slightly disagree with the last part. I would rather prefer, talk analyse and rework. It's easily said, but quite a big thing to implement.
To judge which problem is worth worrying and which not is pretty tough. Hope I would learn that soon. :)
We talk too much instead of just enjoying ourselves as everyone else does. We talk, analyse and worry. Life's too hollow to stand up to that kind of treatment. We've just got to accept it, otherwise we'll never get anywhere
Its quite true but not always. There is no point in worrying about every trivial issue that comes our way. Its sometimes good to accept them and move on. There is lot more to enjoy in life.
Some times when we get on from one problem to another, apparently weren't left with any other choice but to talk, analyse and worry. Though I slightly disagree with the last part. I would rather prefer, talk analyse and rework. It's easily said, but quite a big thing to implement.
To judge which problem is worth worrying and which not is pretty tough. Hope I would learn that soon. :)
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