My life is mostly a persuit, of things i sometimes dont voluntarilty want. Almost always, a battle against the Gravity time has propped me on to.
Do all of us really comprehend the objective of our existance or do most choose to deliberately ignore the nags of the little Concience, which itself seems to want to abandon its home and leak out from the hollow that grows within us.
Is physicality a parasite of the concience, the Self? Should we be living inside out and has time put the tangible out to shield the immaculate self?
Are the 'self-righteous' ones the courageous or are they cowards. Cowards, who've run away from the tangible, the responsibilities and the realities as the common sees it? Is it righteous to abandon all dependance, detach from the earthly leash and leave the others to mend for themselves? Or does righteousness come from sincerity to the dependants, and dwelling in the physical?
Isnt it ironic that the one who chose to be the former, preaches limpidity and self-righteousness to be synonomous and parallel to the latter?
Questions, are they meant to be answered? Or is it again, a persuit?
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Simple Comprehendable
i dont know why.. some things, i just like them.. like i. feel this connection dunno why i feel so connected to.. or rather drawn to like it for some reason unknown. .just so genuine. maybe i can see thru.
ive never met one who sees the world like i see it. .not quite, no i dont mean thats good or bad
i just mean.. that ... i find it hard to explain without being profound about it.
im really selfish about a lot of things i shouldnt be selfish about. if you can call it so.. just like some places i really like ..
like if i really like some place, i will never take anyone else there because i want it all by myself. although it isnt mine or never will be.
im not selfish about the tangible, or lets just say the replicable.. but something i see and consider to be immaculate and close to me..
until i completely trust the person or his/her opinion. i wouldnt take them there for fear or risk of them adulterating it.like this one., i wont share it with all., simply cos i dont want an external opinion polluting mine. like a dirty little pebble dropping into my tranquil thoughts.
ive never met one who sees the world like i see it. .not quite, no i dont mean thats good or bad
i just mean.. that ... i find it hard to explain without being profound about it.
im really selfish about a lot of things i shouldnt be selfish about. if you can call it so.. just like some places i really like ..
like if i really like some place, i will never take anyone else there because i want it all by myself. although it isnt mine or never will be.
im not selfish about the tangible, or lets just say the replicable.. but something i see and consider to be immaculate and close to me..
until i completely trust the person or his/her opinion. i wouldnt take them there for fear or risk of them adulterating it.like this one., i wont share it with all., simply cos i dont want an external opinion polluting mine. like a dirty little pebble dropping into my tranquil thoughts.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
The Date - Chapter 1
She was striking, young, smart as hell and ready to take on the world. She was fully in control of whatever she was supposed to be in control of. Not to be outdone, her passion for life was evident in the conviction to lead life on her terms.
However, I always thought she was incapable of love, except in its platonic sense, the one she felt and shared so deeply with her friends. I’d known her long enough to comprehend her passion and selflessness in friendship, but expecting the same zeal from her in a relationship was only a little better than hoping for Vodafone network in my kitchen.
Her verdict to proceed on the date with him was not particularly applauded by all. Well, if only ‘all’ and ‘none’ meant the same. ‘Married?!’ they enquired and ‘gosh!’d. He was separated after three years of wedlock, although yet to be divorced while she was just about legal to tie the knot.
Was it because it was forbidden? Was it the mind overpowering the heart? I can’t tell. Something about him however, almost orphic, drew her to him and so she went.
It was the big day. A classic black halter frock complimented by a thin line of glittery silver around her neck exuded the simplicity and panache she so easily carried. She wrapped herself in her mink coat and walked down the gravel path, as she had discussed with him earlier in the day. They were to meet at the seam, around the corner.
The black sedan arrived and the window rolled down revealing the most amiable and charming smile she’d ever seen. He stepped out and took her across to the passenger side, opening the door for her to step in. She obeyed graciously. It was finally happening, the date.
However, I always thought she was incapable of love, except in its platonic sense, the one she felt and shared so deeply with her friends. I’d known her long enough to comprehend her passion and selflessness in friendship, but expecting the same zeal from her in a relationship was only a little better than hoping for Vodafone network in my kitchen.
Her verdict to proceed on the date with him was not particularly applauded by all. Well, if only ‘all’ and ‘none’ meant the same. ‘Married?!’ they enquired and ‘gosh!’d. He was separated after three years of wedlock, although yet to be divorced while she was just about legal to tie the knot.
Was it because it was forbidden? Was it the mind overpowering the heart? I can’t tell. Something about him however, almost orphic, drew her to him and so she went.
It was the big day. A classic black halter frock complimented by a thin line of glittery silver around her neck exuded the simplicity and panache she so easily carried. She wrapped herself in her mink coat and walked down the gravel path, as she had discussed with him earlier in the day. They were to meet at the seam, around the corner.
The black sedan arrived and the window rolled down revealing the most amiable and charming smile she’d ever seen. He stepped out and took her across to the passenger side, opening the door for her to step in. She obeyed graciously. It was finally happening, the date.
Minding my business, mind you!
Well well well, so we're back!
A good news and a bad news! The good news is that Ive been reaaaally busy with work these days, January has been nothing short of a marathon - putting things in place, planning, performance, reviews and what nots, not to forget the progress that we've made on the Quaterly Managed Services Newsletter (which by the way, I am the editor of) AND THEREFORE, I've barely had anytime to write! Quite obviously I will be slow with this blogging business as I can see lots more happening professionally. Yesss, i can see how you'l are grinning with relief (you'll especially - akshay, bandit and nitin!) but dont be too happy too soon as its time for the bad news.
Its with immense pleasure and a sense of sadistic accomplishment, that I'd be launching a series of posts, in several chapters, of a story that my good pal vijay and I are working on.
Before i can go on with this new found passion for writing, (much to the dismay of my buds who are stalked around and eventually made to read my posts with a gun at their temple), I'd have to warn you that my blog could get addictive, hence please dont be balked or dissappointed, should there be long endless pauses in my creativity, as a result of which, the chapters are not updated frequently. I will also be putting up such random ramblings between the chapters if i feel like, (after all its my blog) so please follow the subject of the posts attentively.
And with that, the first chapter is up! Please feel free to comment and influence my thought process and as vijay puts it - cheers to the bestseller! :P
A good news and a bad news! The good news is that Ive been reaaaally busy with work these days, January has been nothing short of a marathon - putting things in place, planning, performance, reviews and what nots, not to forget the progress that we've made on the Quaterly Managed Services Newsletter (which by the way, I am the editor of) AND THEREFORE, I've barely had anytime to write! Quite obviously I will be slow with this blogging business as I can see lots more happening professionally. Yesss, i can see how you'l are grinning with relief (you'll especially - akshay, bandit and nitin!) but dont be too happy too soon as its time for the bad news.
Its with immense pleasure and a sense of sadistic accomplishment, that I'd be launching a series of posts, in several chapters, of a story that my good pal vijay and I are working on.
Before i can go on with this new found passion for writing, (much to the dismay of my buds who are stalked around and eventually made to read my posts with a gun at their temple), I'd have to warn you that my blog could get addictive, hence please dont be balked or dissappointed, should there be long endless pauses in my creativity, as a result of which, the chapters are not updated frequently. I will also be putting up such random ramblings between the chapters if i feel like, (after all its my blog) so please follow the subject of the posts attentively.
And with that, the first chapter is up! Please feel free to comment and influence my thought process and as vijay puts it - cheers to the bestseller! :P
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Blog. (err.. hmmmm. .eh?)
Ive been contemplating blogging for a while.
Well, not because i write well but because i cannot. My vocabulary seems to by running in minus (see,? thats what i mean) and this is a desperate attempt to work on it. I dont think i can blame ME completely for my deteriorating english, you'l know when u work where i am. As sweet and wonderful they are, with Singlish and some Malay explicites my 'La's and 'mah's are more prominant than 'please's and 'sorry's.. (Again that dint necessarily have to make any sense)
So long for now, you'll hear from me soon. (Oh yes u will)
Well, not because i write well but because i cannot. My vocabulary seems to by running in minus (see,? thats what i mean) and this is a desperate attempt to work on it. I dont think i can blame ME completely for my deteriorating english, you'l know when u work where i am. As sweet and wonderful they are, with Singlish and some Malay explicites my 'La's and 'mah's are more prominant than 'please's and 'sorry's.. (Again that dint necessarily have to make any sense)
So long for now, you'll hear from me soon. (Oh yes u will)
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