I Want to fly so high..!!

From the glass I see,
the green tree tops dancing in the wind,
rejoicing the presence of dark grey clouds.

From the glass I see
Fighter aircarfts flying at a very low altitude,
coming from nowhere and going into the dark coulds.

From the glass I see
birds roaring up in the sky,
meeting the clouds and gliding back in peace.

And as I stare,
the clouds come closer to me,
giving me a chance to touch
and feel the freshness of its water drops.

Breaking this glass
I want to touch the sky
I want to fly so high..!!

WTF

Status msgs these days act more as conversation starters than being an indicative of the status of that person. My chat list is full of status msgs in French, Italian, Greek and sometimes even symbol language...or some lyrics of song...or some 1-2 words which are weird enough for ppl to ask about it.

Another important use of status msgs is that they help us kill time. Check all status msgs in your chat list and 5 mins are gone. Comment people on their status msgs and another 15 mins are gone (this might sometimes lead to conversations lasting for over an hour too..!!). And then search for a suitable status msg for oneself starts, the time spent in this case is directly proportional to how resourceful you are..!!

So after the usual 10-15 mins chat about status msgs today, I got one for myself which read as

'After Monday (M) And Tuesday (T) even the week says WTF......'

At a place where facebook and orkut are blocked, chatting is the sole source of recreation and this status msg helped me sail through the day. While chatting, I noticed a point (which I had noticed earlier too but never really bothered to put it here). Why do people use * in certain words and what difference does that asterisk make?

The word with or without asterisk would have the same meaning and if the other person has to understand that word, he would get it with or without *.If one feels that the word is indecent, then why use it in the first place. How does the * add decency to it or how does it sound less offensive? People might not know certain words n may even ignore it, but if the same words are written with *, people become inquisitive and somehow try to know that word. Does this not defeat the purpose? I believe this hipocracy solves no purpose. Either stop using words which you feel are indecent or have the courage to use it upfront.

Anyway, this status msg also served a third purpose...giving me a topic to write..!! :D

A Reminder

With each passing day, we get busier & busier. And in our busy lives, we tend to forget the very basic rules which would make our life much easier and happier. Now that I have a bit of time, I just thought I would collate few of such basic rules.

Life is precious but equally fragile. Every second is a gift to us.

Follow your heart. The mind can waver but the heart seldom does. Respect your conscience. It's like a post-it note from God.

Seek a job you love. As you enter the world of careers and cocktails, you'll get sucked into a vortex called rat race. Don't be overwhelmed. We're all human. But have the courage to step out of it. Nothing will be lost. Some illusions will shatter. Good riddance.

Money. It's important. But it has its place. Don't make the mistake of putting it right on top.

Speak up when you have to. Don't have regrets. They defeat the very purpose of life.


These were some of them I could think of. I guess I am not following more than one of these...that's why my status msg says "After Monday (M) And Tuesday (T) even the week says WTF......"

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.

Enjoy !!

I have always been excited of going for holidays or shifting to new places for starting new things. I had started packing to leave for college one month before the classes were to begin....everything was packed 5 days before the Leh Trip...had started packing 15 days before I had to join in Kolkata...packed almost a month before I had to leave Chennai and shift to Bangalore. I had always enjoyed packing and leaving for vaccations/shifts. But for the first time, packing is not sounding as good to me as it used to be.

I understand their excitement and am a part of it too but then sometimes I dont want them to pack and leave but cannot stop them either..!! The only thing I can say is 'Enjoy...and take care...and remember me sometimes..!!'

Smile an ever lasting smile !!

'It's simple to smile but it's difficult to be happy' was my status msg today on gtalk. While my friends pinged me and started discussing on this line, I just wondered whether we smile because we are happy or we are happy because we smile?

Does the forced smile which we sport on our face for others' sake even when our soul is crying serve it's purpose? If those 'others' really care for us, would they not want us to cry when we are sad and smile when we are happy? Would they not be more happy when we smile from our heart and would they not be sad when we smile just for the heck of it? Only people who don't care about us would be indifferent to our smiling heart and smiling face. Is it worth forcing a smile for such people?

Many argue that if u force a smile for quite a while, you would be happy. But then will it not lead to pent up emotions and drive that person into a shell?

Even I am not very sure which is true but for the time being I am smiling :)

Doordarshan !!

Yesterday, sharp at 10 pm, all of us glued in front of the TV. It was not a movie, not a match but a serial. Yes, even I was surprised to the extent of my jaws falling apart. And all the credit goes to anu’s mausi ji. She saw that serial just for 1 day with us, told us the story in details and we were hooked to the series to know what happened next!!!

With changing times, even our very own idiot box has changed a lot. Earlier there used to be just one channel and we used to remember even the advertisements’ by-heart. Now there are so many channels that all our time is spent in channel surfing and we don’t even remember what we watched in the last half-and-hour.

Even today when we discuss about TV serials, we remember and cherish the good old DD serials only. We wonder how B.R.Chopra’s Mahabharata and Ramanand Sagar’s Ramayana had increased the sale of TVs exponentially. Roads and shops used to be empty on Sunday as soon as the clock struck 9. People of all age groups used to watch these epics with the same emotions and sincerity. Whatever I know of these epics, is mainly because of these serials. I wonder how much the next generation would know of these epics in absence of such serials. It’s not that these epics have not been telecasted after that, but even the comparison of B.R.Chopra’s Mahabharata and Ramanand Sagar’s Ramayana with today’s serials are an insult to the veteran directors.

And how can we forget our in-house James Bond, Vyomkesh Bakshi. All of us used to solve the cases with the same inquisitiveness as Vyomkesh and were awed by his intelligence and logical thinking. The best part of those times were that it did not matter where the tv remote was because there was no need for changing channels for the entire stretch. Now we fight over changing channels more than watching the programs.

I remember how I used to rush from my school to see the soap ‘Yug’. We didn’t even miss the title track which I still remember with tune ‘Yug badla badla Hindustan…..’. Now if ever we watch some program, we just see the scenes in which some important part of the story is telecasted, forget about title tracks and it wont even matter if while changing channels we miss 15 mins of a 30 min soap.

Then there were Fauji (which gave us our King Khan), Shanti, Jungle Book, Malgudi Days and many others. The thought of these serials still bring a smile on our faces unlike those of today.

And all this I wrote just on the thought that I would have to live without tv for the next few months. Even if those good old serials are not there, it helps you kill time without worrying about work, relations and daily chores.