Flossy Ideas, Meetups and Views
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But how will we Indians face such a big catastrophe. Is there any agency in India which will act or take control of similar situation. I better pray to God that nothing of this scale happen to Mother India or we are doomed forever…
Scotch drinker or not, this is worth watching!!!
Oh, she found it easy to talk about balls and melons. I wonder how she choose to use those vivid expression unfolding inside ladies loo – “Hers” in the talkies. And there is about the sweets I’ve forgotten. Those green parry’s sweets I used to crush under my sweet teeth. Unfortunately it’s these very sweets ( parrys muttai) that took most of my sturdy crushers…
I wonder if any one remembers these green packed sweets. Just like somber characters of this book, Vellya Paapen, Eastha and Paradise Pickles, I too have lost these memories long back.
Well, each person reads books through their eyes, filtered by their thoughts, comes to their own conclusion.
If you’ve any opinion to share about this book, then pls call me. I love to hear.
All my Indian brothers and sisters are neck down in cricket frenzy. I too were a part of this tribe, but now I’ve distanced from the this lot.
Is it b’cos I’ve aged or b’cos some other thoughts have clouded my mind. Whatever, it may be, It’s a big relief to stay out and watch the excitement without feeling the pain of loss or watch cricket with subdued feelings.
Just like Cricket maze, we go through different ebb on different passions. Sometimes it takes too much place in our mind, but it later fade away from you without you realizing it.How I wonder the passion I had towards my girlfriends, or how close with few friends in my life. Now in a span of few years, all those has changed and new passions has replaced.
I wonder how long we will go on changing our taste, passion in life? Will a new thing replace the old or will it sustain throughout your life. Life is a great mystery that only time will tell. I hope I have something to be preoccupied at all stage of life.
Every picture tells a story. This cliché holds true for all of us. We form an opinion, conceive a mental picture or visualize a person based what we see or think. Sometimes, I wonder why we instantly form such an imprint about a person or thing.
Maybe, we’re wired to think it this way.
Recently on the colleague, as part of a corporate exercise, noted that I’m a very serious person. It surprised me to rethink of my brand, and the kind of image I’m portraying.
This made me think of this line I found in a branding firm, Ant’s Eye View – Every brand has a story, is yours fact or fiction?
Finally a note written some 2,000 years back – Do not judge, or you too will be judged” Matthew 7:1
Somewhere between Kollam and Kottayam, I clicked the above picture from the running train. It was about dusk. Kids were still out in this open dry field, playing in wild abondent. Isn’t such a delightful sight to see how kids play in villages. So much open space, which in a city life is restricted to concrete playgrounds. This sight took me back to my childhood, where I too had my share of play time on different turfs.
Now, most part of my life is spend navigating the traffic and spending significant part of time in a glass building.
I’m sure everyone has their share of such memorable moments tucked in their memory folder. BTW, I wish I walked in the open spaces, especially through green rice fields of Kerala. I bet this could be an activity you can do once a quarter or once a year.
Walk in the fields
Take your family or friends for a trip in a village. Stay in one of the hamlets, and witness a day’s activity – from de-weeding the fields to applying the manure, or titling the soil. With eco-friendly tourism on the rise, such kind of trip will be a treat for city dwellers.
All said and done, how can you expect me to perform after a stressful day at work, at the traffic, thinking of credit card payments, mortgages and so forth….I’m not alone going through this grinder, in fact most middle age suckers like me fight these demons and still have to figure out a way to excel in front of her.
Today morning I just read this well written article in Times of India, Time to Just Do it. As explained, most partners live in their own closet, indulging in self satisfaction best left to their hands. It’s not just a teenage
While travelling in Bangalore Express (Trivandrum to Bangalore), I took this picture of a typical Kerala hamlet. Unlike other concrete houses along the railway track, this house stood alone in the green backgrounds.
Back in Bangalore, it’s the usual concrete sights.Big ugly building full of beautiful strangers like you can me. Often, I wonder how they take on life, or they are just trying to fit in the groove. These twisted thoughts make me wonder….
Is this the life, I wanna know – wanna know – wanna know now! I wanna know – wanna know – wanna know now!
Is This Love
We’ll be together with a roof right over our heads;
We’ll share the shelter of my single bed;
We’ll share the same room, yeah! – for Jah provide the bread.
Is this love – is this love – is this love –
Is this love that I’m feelin’?
Is this love – is this love – is this love –
Is this love that I’m feelin’?
I wanna know – wanna know – wanna know now!
I got to know – got to know – got to know now!
It is curious how sometimes the memory of death lives on for so much longer than the memory of the life that it purloined. – Lines from – The God of Small Things – Arundhati Roy
Long long time ago, my Dad passed away. During those initial grieving moments, I never felt any loss or pang of death. But as days passed to months and then to years, the reflection of his words, thoughts clouded over me. Every day at some fleeting moment, his image, thoughts, words or random things about him descends on my thought.Now it’s more than 20 years, and still I feel the separation as it happened yesterday.
Curious to know if anyone feels like this…
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pur·loin –verb (used with object)
1.to take dishonestly; steal; filch; pilfer.
–verb (used without object)
2.to commit theft; steal.
Have you given or met with similar surprises? I can’t help thinking many situations where I made a food fool of myself with my works or actions. Often I spoke words that’s not meant to be spoken, or I did something foolish.
Life is a big puddle of such events. I’m sure you too will have your share of such Oops moment before you kick the bucket.
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