A goldfish, water and a baby

What is common to goldfish in a bowl, flowing water and sleeping or playful infants? The first two are used in relaxation therapy. The third I think is more effective than the first two combined...

 

Why this sudden discovery? Well imagine a day which has upto now gone wrong in every possible way.And the evening ends in a nighmarish fashion. Now imagine that at the end of such a day you spend some time watching a baby sleep. Or better yet flail its arms around in a manner so unco-ordinated that it is captivating in its innocence.

 

You cam stare at the bluish grey eyes for hours together and mutter nonsense in any language as baby tries to test her jaws on your thumb. And what strikes at that moment is the thought that while you might have had a day that has posed grave questions to you about your future, it all pales in comparison to the fact that you are holding a scrap of the future in your hands

Meanderings of an idle mind

Being idle is a two-edged sword. It gives me time to think, and too much time to analyze. For example, today, between loads of work, i had moments of absolute idleness (self-imposed). And i ended up analyzing the various options i had post Friday the 18th of July, from a work perspective.
One option was landing a new client (looks highly improbable). Second was hoping someone would pass on leads (even more improbable). Third was a move to a new team whose work content would be substantially in line with my skills, but the move may not be politically correct. Fourth was the option of a new job. Fifth was the option of a break. Sixth was the option of sitting tight on my butt and enjoying the ride while it lasted.
I think six sounds good. I shall get my nose back to the grindstone

On random poetry which I don’t understand, but can author…

A poem I picked up today, but just cannot seem to understand reads…
“The thing we long for, that we are
For one transcendent moment,
Before the present poor and bare
Can make its sneering comment”
But it was in an anthology of poems, so someone understood something right? So here goes my two bits for deep, deep deep poetry (read: ramblings which have a meaning so deep, that neither the author, nor the reader gets the meaning)

“Hark now hear, the angels sing
The world is not prepared for spring
Let the incendiary moment pass
For there is a shortage of natural gas”

Or better still, sticking to Lowell’s style

“What we want, we really do not want
It’s a momentary aberration
Before we realize that
When we need, we don’t really need”

Wow. Wordsworth, Blake, here I come…

The heart is a strange thing...

Nah, that aint a post by me... Just a poem i came across in one of my poetry volumes today... A poet whose works are not available on google!!! And wif i dont post, will be lost in the 700 page tome... so here goes

The heart is a strange thing
It has no eyes
But it can see through dark earth
And beyond blue skies

The heart has no hands
But, knowing love’s touch
All the hands of the world
Cannot do as much

The heart has no feet
But it may go
Swiftly to Heaven above
Or Hell below

The heart is a strange thing
More strange than the head
Sometimes it may live again
After long dead
-- Minnie Case Hopkins

In a circle of a hoop

…And we are all connected to each other
In a circle of a hoop that never ends…
Lyrics from a old favorite song of mine, which never fails to uplift my spirits….

What got me started on this topic was a sentence I read my life could be, in someway, linked to the random guy on the street. And this in turn lead me to think of the concept of six degrees of separation. Essentially, that we are all connected to each other, or apart from each other by just six people in between us. Fascinating. But if you think about it, very probable. Now as fascinating as this may seem to me in theory, it’s the ramifications of this that makes me wonder…

An action, a reaction or a non-action of yours/ mine, could potentially have an effect on that random guy on the street, or a pygmy in Ethiopia. Or closer to home, on someone you never imagined would be connected to the situation in the first place. Call it the “butterfly effect” of a sort (I learnt a new phrase recently), or a “chain of events” which was beautifully depicted in the movie “Teen deewarein”, it makes one conscious of the power one wields in the scheme of things… A spoken word, a withheld phrase or a shove on the road, may ultimately make its way to an unintended recipient and cause havoc in his/her life.

So the next time I decide to speak up for the heck of it with no intent or justification, ill think twice. Maybe the pygmy in Africa may have a better life…

Why???

Why is it that i...

 

• Feel like listening to rap songs when i have a cold
• Have tissues strewn all over even when i do not have a cold
• Miss butterflies at all odd times
• Dirty my desk faster than i can clean it
• Cannot have a handbag that lasts beyond 2 months without a hole in it
• Re-invent the wheel when Bridgestone is already around
• Want to eat pani-puri from the roadside when im not supposed to
• Want to eat rasagullas and rasmalai suddenly in the middle of winter
• Hum the oddest songs at the oddest times
• Whistle out loud to get my boss's attention in office
• Write blogs like this one on a random basis

 

Ha!

The best is yet to come...

There are days you never want to go to sleep,
Yet others you never want to wake up on.
Still rarer are days when you go through both
So if today is one of those, rare and wonderful days
Buckle up and enjoy the ride, the best is yet to come

Dodo

The dodo (Raphus cucullatus) was a flightless bird endemic to the Indian Ocean island of Mauritius. Related to pigeons and doves, it stood about a meter tall, weighing about 20 kilograms, living on fruit and nesting on the ground.

"Dodo" is also often used as a term to describe an unintelligent or deranged person, since the dodo had a reputation for an unintelligent lack of fear of humans.

The traditional image of the dodo is of a fat, clumsy bird, hence the official scientific name Didus ineptus.

...Butterfly...

"Oru pattampoochi nenjukkulle suthugindrade"

Sticks and Stones...

When I was a child,or rather, from the time I was a child, I have been accused of speaking too much. I don’t think I ever paid too much attention to that.
(Had I done so, I’d have shut up and stayed a loser, and this blog would have been non-existent)

When I was growing up, I was reprimanded in the front of the entire school by Sister Mary Patricia that I was speaking too fast. That was when I was nine. I didn’t speak in public after that till I was fourteen (Ironic that the topic of the speech made “as if you are going to catch a train” was perseverance)

When I grew up, my boss(es) told me that I speak without thinking. That I bruise people’s feelings and trample on them with zero sensitivity. I processed that information. And I mellowed down over a period, and tried to practice more discretion

When I was busy trying to be discreet, I was informed that I was a closed person. That I spoke without really telling anyone anything about myself. I was talkative, but noone knew who or what I was. So I tried to let people in.

So much feedback, So much confusion. What can a girl do? So now I speak too much, quite fast most of the time, without thinking, regardless of who it affects, with a view to be more “open”. Perfect recipe for disaster

Ships that pass in the night...

Two verses i came across which use a phrase which i like a lot...but in very different meanings...
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“Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence”
- Henry Longfellow (This is the poem where the phrase originated)
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“There are those who pass like ships in the night,
Who meet for a moment, then sail out of sight
With never a backward glance of regret;
folks we know briefly then quickly forget.
Then there are friends who sail together,
through quiet waters and stormy weather,
helping each other though joy and through strife.
And they are the kind who give meaning to life.”

(Author unknown)
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