- when rearranging your CD collection gives you a sense of purpose in life
- when wearing a sweater makes you feel protected
- when shared laughter over a silly joke bridges over the deepest divide
- when a song sets you free
David wins over Goliath. And you live to see another day.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
How to cvw a nbd in ten days
(I write the story with a she. Feel free to substitute with a pronoun of your choice.)
Day 10: You notice her for the first time. A colleague is working with her. You know you are not supposed to stare, but you cant help it. She is so perfect, you don't even want to find out if she is for real.
Night 10: She is all over your dreams.
Day 9: You cant believe how utterly blind you've been all these years. A different kind of blindness takes over now, the right kind. Like Arjuna, you have eyes for nothing else.
Day 8: You work up the courage to go ask your colleague for an introduction. He knows the symptoms only too well. With a wicked grin, he says yes.
Day 7: You notice the competition. Suddenly, everyone is smitten. Doubts creep in. Do I have a chance in hell?
Day 6: You are ruined. Nothing will ever be as good. The half an hour you spend with her convinces you of that.
Day 5: You cook up dozens of elaborate plots all with same end - you spending 5 minutes with her. Some of them actually work.
Day 4: Everyone knows. You couldn't care less. Up in seventh heaven, other people don't really exist.
Day 3: Its tearing you apart. You cannot ask her, you cannot not ask. In a mad moment you blurt out everything. She doesn't mind.
Day 2: But the world does. Everyone sees a problem, everyone has an opinion. You pick the genuine ones and deal with them.
Day 1: D-day. All clear. You have paid the price. You cant wait to get her home. The macbook is yours!
Like Barney says, true story.
(Apologies to the Apple clan for the calling the macbook a she. Please do not kill me.)
Day 10: You notice her for the first time. A colleague is working with her. You know you are not supposed to stare, but you cant help it. She is so perfect, you don't even want to find out if she is for real.
Night 10: She is all over your dreams.
Day 9: You cant believe how utterly blind you've been all these years. A different kind of blindness takes over now, the right kind. Like Arjuna, you have eyes for nothing else.
Day 8: You work up the courage to go ask your colleague for an introduction. He knows the symptoms only too well. With a wicked grin, he says yes.
Day 7: You notice the competition. Suddenly, everyone is smitten. Doubts creep in. Do I have a chance in hell?
Day 6: You are ruined. Nothing will ever be as good. The half an hour you spend with her convinces you of that.
Day 5: You cook up dozens of elaborate plots all with same end - you spending 5 minutes with her. Some of them actually work.
Day 4: Everyone knows. You couldn't care less. Up in seventh heaven, other people don't really exist.
Day 3: Its tearing you apart. You cannot ask her, you cannot not ask. In a mad moment you blurt out everything. She doesn't mind.
Day 2: But the world does. Everyone sees a problem, everyone has an opinion. You pick the genuine ones and deal with them.
Day 1: D-day. All clear. You have paid the price. You cant wait to get her home. The macbook is yours!
Like Barney says, true story.
(Apologies to the Apple clan for the calling the macbook a she. Please do not kill me.)
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Gimme your lunch, or else...
Human beings expand to fill the space available. Not physically, like gases, but terrirotially. What i want to say can be best expressed in Hindi. Jahan chalti hai chalate hain. Imagine each of us as a goon (complete with a oily bald head and a twirlable moustache, if it helps) out to spread our influence. We crush until we get crushed. What stops us is not a sense of right and wrong, not boundaries, not fences but simply a bigger bully.
Do we ever grow up?
Do we ever grow up?
Monday, February 12, 2007
A nursery rhyme with inappropriate words
99 red balloons
Released into the summer sky
See how they stick together
Looks like they are a little shy
The brave ones float apart
Experiencing what it is to fly
Soon the others follow
Grinning, shouting, all eager to try!
99 red balloons
Spread out in the open sky
Each leaving the other behind
In a race to a new high
And when one red balloon
Bumps into another flying by
They rub a little off each other
And go their way with a merry cry!
(What? Big words are inappropriate for a nursery rhyme. Something tells me I will do well in journalistic position with TOI.)
Released into the summer sky
See how they stick together
Looks like they are a little shy
The brave ones float apart
Experiencing what it is to fly
Soon the others follow
Grinning, shouting, all eager to try!
99 red balloons
Spread out in the open sky
Each leaving the other behind
In a race to a new high
And when one red balloon
Bumps into another flying by
They rub a little off each other
And go their way with a merry cry!
(What? Big words are inappropriate for a nursery rhyme. Something tells me I will do well in journalistic position with TOI.)
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Too much democracy?
Its a duel to death. You fight his strength with skill, his skill with strategy. But what decides in the end is not how well you fought, nor your cause. What decides is whether people see you as a murderer or a martyr.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
I want
To be responsible, but have no responsibilities.
To spread my wings and fly, not fly away.
To grow up, not grow old.
To give in if I must, but never give up.
To use the mother of all cliches, I want to have my cake, eat it too and lost some weight in the process!
To spread my wings and fly, not fly away.
To grow up, not grow old.
To give in if I must, but never give up.
To use the mother of all cliches, I want to have my cake, eat it too and lost some weight in the process!
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