Random Thoughts

It hurts to see so many people in despair and not be able to do anything about it. Mumbai has had its share of unpleasantness, but to see this catastrophy… is devastating. I deeply mourn the lives that have been lost in the counter attack and the lives of innocent people and pray for their peace. Whoever they are and whatever their cause, they hold the wrath of the entire nation and they will pay dearly for their acts. I, as an Indian, believe in my countrymen and the law that governs this nation. There might be loop holes in the system that can be manipulated, there can be corrupt officials, but when it comes to national security, I trust MY country men to stand hand in hand and face the enemy, how many ever lives are lost, to secure the nation for our future generation. I extend my heart and hand to all the fellow Indians and pray that the peace prevails. This is not the time to fight the government or write about the inefficiency of the law, etc, but rather to stand and pledge our s...

DISCLAIMER: My personal opinion in my personal space. I watched this movie a few times and every time I am impressed. Not a single statement in the movie is wrong and not a single dialogue unnecessary. The movie touches everyone and can be related to anyone. But what I loved about the movie was the ending. Not everyone has a family like Siddharth and not every one is as persuasive as Siddharth too. This is NOT a review, just some jumble of thoughts that are incessant and need to be jotted down. Loved the movie for the mixture of reality and wisdom. Loved the way the guy at the end stands up to speak his point. Loved the way he trusted his love to speak and loved the way he just let the dialogues flow, without a break or consideration of his family's emotions, because time has come to choose or break. The first part of the movie was a breeze, the second part also very realistic. Getting torn apart between family and his own self, the guy finding it extremely difficult to co...

“A friend is one to whom one may pour out all the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.” For a dear friend who taught me that life is not to frown but to smile, that a warm word can go a long way and that a gesture is worth a thousand words… For a friend who was kind to read me the verses of my life, when I seem to have forgotten them… For a friend who trusted me when my trust was broken, For a friend who loved me when I lost a reason to live, For a friend who brought me the most tender smiles that took my breath away, For that friend, I can only say, Thank you, for being a part of my life and bringing in a charm in a phase where I couldn’t trust my shadow, Thank you for living through my nightmares and feeling them, yet holding me and saying it’s gonna be alright, Thank you for the belief, kindness and love that you bestowed upon me, u...

I have been tagged by Usha Ma'm on Feminism. I cannot completely draw out an opinion of whether it makes any difference to the society, for I still fight for my rightful stand as a professional, day in and day out, to fully comprehend the beauty of being a woman, for in the rat race of winning and proving that I am as good as my counter part if not better, I have lost the charm of being a "female". :), I guess, the post conveys as much, with my half baked ideas (:D). Feminism is rather a loaded topic for me to write, though I was many a time playfully jabbed as a feminist (:O), for I fundamentally believe in living life the way I want to and nothing can deter that fact, though sometimes, which is the usual case with every well laid plan that there should be an alternative, I tend to compromise on my “principles” or so I call them, succumbing to circumstances only to be mocked by self in some definite future about the integrity of my thoughts. Well, that was some opening s...

Hey… this is my first award in the blog-o-sphere. I should thank Prabhu for having thought that I deserve this. And I cannot say how very much Iappreciate this... and .... Its rather turning out to be an acceptance speech of some sort, ain't it?? :)... So, I will just stop and say, thank you. :) Rules: 1. Put the logo on the blog. 2. Add a link to the person who presented it to you. 3. Pass this one, and link other bloggers that you'd like to share it with. And having accepted it and made my blog a little colourful, I would like to pass this on to: Puri – for her telugu blog Su – the prevaricator he is… Soumya – some memories are hard to cling onto – so she puts them in fabulous words…

Soaring the heights I am a giant, Treading with poise, Through the spheres of life… Tumbling down the mountains I am an inferno, Treading with tepidity, Through the spheres of life… Whirling past the trees I am a storm, Treading with haste, Through the spheres of life… Fighting through the rocks, I am a stream, Treading with persistence, Through the spheres of life…

What is it with tomorrows, that somehow bring in some joy and hope that everything would be better? And suddenly all today’s seem somehow devoid of charm? Is it just me or does it happen to all? Hmmm, with every today a foreboding and every tomorrow buoyant, I wish life is filled with only tomorrow’s, then I don’t have to feel daunted at the thought of today. Well, well, me and my thinking!!! Pool and poker I play, to pass the time of the day. Today I pass time, tomorrow I pass life, Both never to return, for every passing minute is a minute of life lost, lost, never to come back… Is this a harbinger of my journey to the realms unknown???

Thank you Usha for tagging me :). Tagging being new to me, took sometime to understand what needs to be done… The Tag Two questions from the past, present and future. Answer them and then tag your friends from the blog-o-sphere. Leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged and you are all set. Yesterday Your oldest memories Amazing how things of past cling on to you as memories that last forever. And those memories drive us to live a life amidst every chaos that erupts round us. There are a bunch of memories in my casket, each extremely warm and beautiful. To pick one is likely to be a tricky task. C’mon, I need some help here, which one to pick??? Will pick a memory when I was about seven years old. The kid in me fancied climbing hills, mountains, trees, buildings. But for a kid, do mountains or hills or peaks make sense? I think not, or I remember, trees and buildings are something that I thought should be mounted with extreme caution of a monkey. And I was v...

I am a morning’s ray, fresh and welcoming… For you, I am the radiance you wish to close your eyes on… I am a night’s romance, sensuous and aesthetic, For you, I am bondage, loathsome and lustful… I am the warmth, cosy and comfortable For you, I am the heat, excruciating and overpowering… I am a winter breeze, fulfilling and dreamy… For you, I am the chill that freezes you cold… I am the rain, fresh and welcoming, For you, I am the cloud, gloomy and depressing… I am a rose, sweet and loving, For you I am a thorn, piercing your heart… I am a leaf, green and sensitive, For you, I am a dried leaf… to be trampled and broken to pieces – never to be mended again… I am the wave, roaring and soaring, For you, I am an ocean – uncontrolled and huge…. I am hope, life and vigour, For you, I am the despair, you wish to forget!

Long time since I saw you… Missed you or… did I miss you? Think a call can change a thing? Forget the past and walk anew? Where were you, when I needed you? (I was beside you, you could not see!!!) Where were YOU when I needed you? (I am inside you, you could not feel!!!) This is it! I cannot take it anymore! Then, let us part our ways, why walk together? And thus began a journey… into oblivion!

When we think that nothing worse can happen, we need to think again, did I really mean that? Between the stab in the back and a pain in the heart, which one can you really tolerate? Walking down the street, the familiar walkways looked unfamiliar. The chaos of the streets somehow seemed quiet and the songs in the ipod were uncharacteristically loud and the mind for once was not wandering down the lane ahead of my heart and my mind for once has understood that silence is of paramount importance; else I might sue it for non-cooperation. With the cold reaching down the spine and body craving for some warmth, I forced myself to walk down the lane, breathing in the cold air and focusing on the task ahead – keeping one foot before another towards my house. Even that terrifies me, it is not a home, it is a house, that I care a damn for, yet, somehow offers solace. Do I really have a destination? Do I really crave for any destination? Is there some thing I yearn for? Can anyone live like this?...

Bright and sunny, this day promises a lot. But, sitting on the chair, with restless little mind, I think and that being a job in itself, wonder why I am not paid for it! Why doesn't human body have reward systems, for being able to convert mundane chores to tasks that are interesting? Why can't human mind be intelligent enough to reward the hard work and not so hard work? May be that is not so good an idea, for if conscience has a way of getting to me, I will not survive a day! Right! As is, it keeps nagging and I being a master at shutting it down, I shut it out. But, not before guilt creeps in. Hmmm, what would happen if we can tune our mind to a computer? Well, with little to keep me occupied, what do you expect from me than these doldrums? Mind is a computer that human race has not yet mastered, with gadgets that are getting released week after week (or is it day after day?), humans find little use for it. May be, we should have a mechanism of switching it off and on! What ...

Retired from test cricket.. I wrote a blog on him earlier last year when he retired from ODI and hoped he would leave a mark on test cricket. Anil Kumble, the master plotter, the jumbo, the patriot, the team man – has called it quits, after 18 years of unwavering determination and loyalty to the team and the game. What can I say? Stats – over a thousand international test wickets, a special ten wicket haul – only second in the history of cricket, a clinical assassin – everything speaks for itself, the greatness of his personality. Surely, the champion and the legend of the game will be missed and the loss is difficult to articulate, but fittingly, he hung up his cap at Ferohshah kotla, where he has been the fiercest of all the places he played, almost always changed the match’s direction. I can only say that I will miss him badly, but then, time moves on and he has not been his best over the past 10 test matches or so and though I would miss him, I can only say that the decision is ...

Mmm, with the earlier blog post being a journal for the trip, I thought penning down my thoughts about the trip would probably be a good idea. The thought of Lake District started after seeing a friend’s snaps of the place and it was a place that was closer to my interests when it comes to a location. I love places with scenic beauty and love long drives. Travelling the miles and trying to put them to words is a task that should be left to the professionals of Nat Geo ;), may be, but I for one cannot help but make an amateur attempt. Gazing at the myriad stars, I fell back on a child hood memory of me gazing at the stars out of my window. Watching the moon and the stars somehow was a soothing experience and one picture of absolute serenity and after moving into a new apartment, that has become a thing of past and I craved for those experiences again. That journey gave me that experience and I did catch a shut eye of thirty odd minutes, in my own dream land, with the stars offering me s...

Lake district, is in the North West part of England and is nothing short of a paradise. It was a fabulous experience and only makes one want more of it. Two days were just not sufficient. We stayed at a place called “The Carriage House” in Windermere and we did the house warming as it was recently opened for the tourists. At about 5 hour driving distance from Luton, the place is a scenic beauty. I was completely glued to the sides, looking at the scenic beauty of the place and many a time I uttered "Oh my!", and I have lost all the words to express the brilliance of the place. What started of as an impulse plan on Friday was executed on the very day, thanks to the active participation of everyone. When the Kingston gang reached my place at around eight thirty in the evening, we were set and raring to go. We started on our long journey to Lake District at around ten in the night, after our dinner, with a flask of hot coffee for the ride and few essentials for the trip of two d...