Lots of good friends, fun and food. Thats the 3F rule :)
4 years and counting . . .
Bollywood Dancing
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Sunday, November 27, 2005
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Lighten up!
The Christmas tree in the town square, outside my apartment has lit up like ... you guessed it, a Christmas tree. The holidays are here. Drop by your address and I'll send you a New Years card. Meanwhile, enjoy that pie and turkey and drink an extra peg of rum for your health and mine.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
The snowflake!
i sit in one corner of my living room
dimly lit by a lamp in the opposite corner
a string of colored lights line my picture window
casting a warm glow round the room
the window frames a fairy foreland
pristine white all around
the hills in the distance - white!
the wind - howling as it races down the streets
whistling as it explores new alleys, corners and niches
i sit and watch the snowflakes prance
now heading east - motivated, in a hurry
like an army storming a fort
only to stop abruptly in a swirling eddy
suddenly lost - confused
only to find direction again.
but hark! it is not confusion
it is but a dance that the snowflakes dance
i see the rhythm - i listen to the music
the stopping and starting
the jaunting and jiving
i turn on a waltz and as i look out
I see - the rise and fall
now the man crisply driving,
now the woman carelessly drifting
now they both swirl into each other's arms
i wish i were a snowflake
free to flow,
free to follow the wind,
free to dance,
free to defy gravity...
even if only to eventually fall
to softly and genlty settle
to return once again to the volume
from where it all begins
i sit in one corner of my living room
dimly lit by a lamp in the opposite corner
a snowflake enjoying the dance
swaying to many tunes -
now a nocturne, now a waltz
where shall i fall?
when shall i fall?
dimly lit by a lamp in the opposite corner
a string of colored lights line my picture window
casting a warm glow round the room
the window frames a fairy foreland
pristine white all around
the hills in the distance - white!
the wind - howling as it races down the streets
whistling as it explores new alleys, corners and niches
i sit and watch the snowflakes prance
now heading east - motivated, in a hurry
like an army storming a fort
only to stop abruptly in a swirling eddy
suddenly lost - confused
only to find direction again.
but hark! it is not confusion
it is but a dance that the snowflakes dance
i see the rhythm - i listen to the music
the stopping and starting
the jaunting and jiving
i turn on a waltz and as i look out
I see - the rise and fall
now the man crisply driving,
now the woman carelessly drifting
now they both swirl into each other's arms
i wish i were a snowflake
free to flow,
free to follow the wind,
free to dance,
free to defy gravity...
even if only to eventually fall
to softly and genlty settle
to return once again to the volume
from where it all begins
i sit in one corner of my living room
dimly lit by a lamp in the opposite corner
a snowflake enjoying the dance
swaying to many tunes -
now a nocturne, now a waltz
where shall i fall?
when shall i fall?
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Dogosophy
Its been a while since I last posted. Just caught up in the humdrum of life. Work, family, friends, (have got myself a bunch) chores at home, dealing with my uncle . . . all at the speed of life.
This morning a friend asked me an interesting question while we were walking. She has known me for a short while and I feel very comfortable with her, almost like I've known her for a long time. Going back to the question she asked: "Are you a recluse? You had indicated that you were. Explain why you said so." Clearly all my recent social acrobats and the number of people I tend to be friends with made her wonder why I had in the first place claimed to be a recluse.
I thought over it and realized that though I tend to think more and more of myself as a recluse, I tend to be rather extroverted and am more often prone to putting my foot in my mouth and stuffing it down my throat rather than hiding it safely in my apartment. But I think that as I have grown older, even though I continue to be a very extroverted person, I have become more and more detached from life and the people I am with. I love people and meeting them and knowing them, but never find myself bonding with them. Add to that I have no hassles spending time by myself and very often have no problems cuddling up with a book and a glass of wine (I've been doing that every evening almost) or watching a movie by myself (tons) without feeling depressed about it. So I guess I am an extrovert recluse. My friend bought my answer. :)
Among other things. I walked a basset hound this evening at the Humane Society. His name was: Sam, a complete philosopher. He lead me down a trail (very politely letting me know which direction it preferred by timely tugs) that lead to a spot on a ridge that looked down to a valley and you could see the sun setting on the opposite hills. I loved the view. Once we reached there, he sat down with his face to the sun and gave me a "and-won't-you-join-me" look. It was very very peaceful. We sat there for a little while watching the sun dip. Man and dog and nature . . . all bowing in silence to the setting sun. I hope Sam enjoyed the walk in the woods, 'cause he sure did make my day.
This morning a friend asked me an interesting question while we were walking. She has known me for a short while and I feel very comfortable with her, almost like I've known her for a long time. Going back to the question she asked: "Are you a recluse? You had indicated that you were. Explain why you said so." Clearly all my recent social acrobats and the number of people I tend to be friends with made her wonder why I had in the first place claimed to be a recluse.
I thought over it and realized that though I tend to think more and more of myself as a recluse, I tend to be rather extroverted and am more often prone to putting my foot in my mouth and stuffing it down my throat rather than hiding it safely in my apartment. But I think that as I have grown older, even though I continue to be a very extroverted person, I have become more and more detached from life and the people I am with. I love people and meeting them and knowing them, but never find myself bonding with them. Add to that I have no hassles spending time by myself and very often have no problems cuddling up with a book and a glass of wine (I've been doing that every evening almost) or watching a movie by myself (tons) without feeling depressed about it. So I guess I am an extrovert recluse. My friend bought my answer. :)
Among other things. I walked a basset hound this evening at the Humane Society. His name was: Sam, a complete philosopher. He lead me down a trail (very politely letting me know which direction it preferred by timely tugs) that lead to a spot on a ridge that looked down to a valley and you could see the sun setting on the opposite hills. I loved the view. Once we reached there, he sat down with his face to the sun and gave me a "and-won't-you-join-me" look. It was very very peaceful. We sat there for a little while watching the sun dip. Man and dog and nature . . . all bowing in silence to the setting sun. I hope Sam enjoyed the walk in the woods, 'cause he sure did make my day.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
GDP!
I have always considered the GDP to be a very limited measure of growth and the economist's world view as one based on easy assumptions that, while not completely flawed definitely need to be revisited. Have never had the time or patience to dwell on it in this space. So if you are interested let me point you to a discussion on the topic that Dilip D. is intiating. There!
In between laundry and the bills
... is 'updating my blog' on my list of Sunday chores!!! Sad but true. I've been so busy lately haven't had time to breathe. Business related travel, buying a car, getting more involved with my church and of course work, work and work and ... oh yes, work!
Anyway, managed to catch up with an old friend who happened to be in the same area as my last trip. It was great... I love meeting up with old friends, especially after long gaps, because its an occasion that reflects change, in the time that has passed in between. Its often difficult in the mad rush of the mundane to notice how we are all changing, which of course we are all the time, slowly but surely. I was glad to find thinning hair the only thing on the list of "changes" that I disagreed with my friend on. All other changes seemed fun and it was great synching up again.
Meanwhile, winter seems to be settling in. The fall colors are fading and the forests are looking more and more like broom-sticks up for sale. And the wind like a true salesman in howling for customers, as it slickly pries its way into every nook and corner leaving behind a chill and no leaf unturned. Which, of course makes sense, given that Haloween is round the corner and I am sure the neighbor-hood witch and wizard are looking for a new wand and a tough fuel-efficient broom stick.
Well Diwali is round the corner too. So we light our candles side by side with our carved pumkins and invite the weird, the strange, the preposterous, the outrageous and the good ol' normal to sit down to a sumptuous dinner of tandoori chicken and saag paneer. There's going to be enough space to park your cars and brooms and stack up your hats and hoods and a stand for your sticks, umbrellas and wands.
Anyway, now I need to move on to the bills.
Anyway, managed to catch up with an old friend who happened to be in the same area as my last trip. It was great... I love meeting up with old friends, especially after long gaps, because its an occasion that reflects change, in the time that has passed in between. Its often difficult in the mad rush of the mundane to notice how we are all changing, which of course we are all the time, slowly but surely. I was glad to find thinning hair the only thing on the list of "changes" that I disagreed with my friend on. All other changes seemed fun and it was great synching up again.
Meanwhile, winter seems to be settling in. The fall colors are fading and the forests are looking more and more like broom-sticks up for sale. And the wind like a true salesman in howling for customers, as it slickly pries its way into every nook and corner leaving behind a chill and no leaf unturned. Which, of course makes sense, given that Haloween is round the corner and I am sure the neighbor-hood witch and wizard are looking for a new wand and a tough fuel-efficient broom stick.
Well Diwali is round the corner too. So we light our candles side by side with our carved pumkins and invite the weird, the strange, the preposterous, the outrageous and the good ol' normal to sit down to a sumptuous dinner of tandoori chicken and saag paneer. There's going to be enough space to park your cars and brooms and stack up your hats and hoods and a stand for your sticks, umbrellas and wands.
Anyway, now I need to move on to the bills.
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