Today I prepared a brilliant play thing for zelda, my crazy puppy. Two flies got into a two litre plastic bottle. I shut the lid and there it is...my see through fly aquarium. Zelda is transfixed and all attention. She has been watching the flies move around, and trying to lick them and paw them. I am a genius and my dog is not bored.
Friday, July 18, 2014
Sunday, July 13, 2014
What a great opportunity this is... for all of us to publish ourselves, to be heard and above all to write.Unfortunately, we are not making the best of it.
There was a time when I would click 'next blog' and read some soulful, witty, smart or casual comments made by people from Singapore, Japan, Ireland, the States and many other places. But today when I do the same thing, every other blog page shows that the writer has moved on, or has stopped writing.
This offer of public space - It may not last forever. One day they may start selling this space. I am not a techie predicting this based on some foreknowledge gained by logical insight. I am just an ordinary person talking about the transitory nature of opportunities.
Use this plenty folks.
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There was a time when I would click 'next blog' and read some soulful, witty, smart or casual comments made by people from Singapore, Japan, Ireland, the States and many other places. But today when I do the same thing, every other blog page shows that the writer has moved on, or has stopped writing.
This offer of public space - It may not last forever. One day they may start selling this space. I am not a techie predicting this based on some foreknowledge gained by logical insight. I am just an ordinary person talking about the transitory nature of opportunities.
Use this plenty folks.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
The confusing collage the world would make today!!!!!
What a strange world we live in!!! The television shows so many lives, each one varying from the others so much that no comparison is possible.
On the one hand we have the yuppies shopping, touring and fine dining; their lives swathed in layers and flavours of sophistication.
Then there is a country that has legalized marijuana. Public can buy it without a prescription. More than 60 percent tax, I believe. Black market black market black market boom!
And then there are the asylum seekers, legal and illegal immigrants having strange futile adventures on sea, through forests, deserts.....
Terrorism, war, injury broken heads, destroyed homes, deaths and constant strife in certain parts of the world
The diligent hard working Japanese are battling a typhoon, while football fame and fall is being documented in detail.
All kinds of marginalized people are clamouring to be heard, and accidents are destroying the fabric of several lives into tatters
And there's me! middle class with comfort and indulgence being two parts of my middle name. Cloistered in the security provided by an uber traditional life and feeling guilty as hell!!
On the one hand we have the yuppies shopping, touring and fine dining; their lives swathed in layers and flavours of sophistication.
Then there is a country that has legalized marijuana. Public can buy it without a prescription. More than 60 percent tax, I believe. Black market black market black market boom!
And then there are the asylum seekers, legal and illegal immigrants having strange futile adventures on sea, through forests, deserts.....
Terrorism, war, injury broken heads, destroyed homes, deaths and constant strife in certain parts of the world
The diligent hard working Japanese are battling a typhoon, while football fame and fall is being documented in detail.
All kinds of marginalized people are clamouring to be heard, and accidents are destroying the fabric of several lives into tatters
And there's me! middle class with comfort and indulgence being two parts of my middle name. Cloistered in the security provided by an uber traditional life and feeling guilty as hell!!
Thursday, July 3, 2014
The Black Magic called Politics
When the Prime minister gives a speech you can stop channel surfing. Because every broadcast is going to be the same. Today when he inaugurated the new train to Kashmir and started giving a speech, I checked this for one more time. It was the exact same broadcast. CNBC was showing a weather report. Twice the report went mute, and a smiling
news reader announced that there was a technical glitch and we might as well listen to the Prime Minister's speech. You might have noticed that I have not mentioned his name. Well, it's not required in my country, because every medium , the newspaper, the radio and the television is singing it out in rapture.
Reminds me of a comment made by a friend, the editor of a respected daily. He said that if anyone seemed to be in the news a great deal, something was definitely wrong with him.
Reminds me of a comment made by a friend, the editor of a respected daily. He said that if anyone seemed to be in the news a great deal, something was definitely wrong with him.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
These are magical days
My school teachers were convinced that I was an excellent writer. I won prizes in story telling, essay writing and was always a topper in language tests. Teachers in college sometimes pinned my answer sheets on a board for other students to read.
I was sure that I would be a great writer one day. But a couple of attempts to get published did not work, and I stopped trying. Once a reporter friend of a friend, who saw some lovelorn poetry of mine in my diary tore the pages ou,t and had them published in the Times of India. She said readers wrote appreciative letters.
As luck would have it, I got the opportunity to write reports on classical music performances for a reputed newspaper. There at the concerts, I was amazed to see how some people, who were knowledgeable about the intricacies of notes and variations, became stiff if I asked them to help me out, when I was unable to attend a concert. They were connoisseurs of music, who knew when a certain piece had first been played, who popularized it, how it has undergone subtle changes over the years, and many such gems of information that would have added weight to my article. But when you asked them to tell you about it for the newspaper they would freeze and say inane things in a rigid manner. And I became popular in that small circle of music lovers as a writer, although I was not thoroughly knowledgeable about it as I should ideally be.
Now comes the part when I have decided to write for money. For the first time in my life I have started getting loads of negative feedback. Some magazines found my writing to be too simple. Some felt my style did not suit their blog. And today, a student of mine, for whose blog I wrote something said that the essay I sent her had 'too many grammar mistakes' and 'language problems'.. Every day is new and inspiring, it seems.
I was sure that I would be a great writer one day. But a couple of attempts to get published did not work, and I stopped trying. Once a reporter friend of a friend, who saw some lovelorn poetry of mine in my diary tore the pages ou,t and had them published in the Times of India. She said readers wrote appreciative letters.
As luck would have it, I got the opportunity to write reports on classical music performances for a reputed newspaper. There at the concerts, I was amazed to see how some people, who were knowledgeable about the intricacies of notes and variations, became stiff if I asked them to help me out, when I was unable to attend a concert. They were connoisseurs of music, who knew when a certain piece had first been played, who popularized it, how it has undergone subtle changes over the years, and many such gems of information that would have added weight to my article. But when you asked them to tell you about it for the newspaper they would freeze and say inane things in a rigid manner. And I became popular in that small circle of music lovers as a writer, although I was not thoroughly knowledgeable about it as I should ideally be.
Now comes the part when I have decided to write for money. For the first time in my life I have started getting loads of negative feedback. Some magazines found my writing to be too simple. Some felt my style did not suit their blog. And today, a student of mine, for whose blog I wrote something said that the essay I sent her had 'too many grammar mistakes' and 'language problems'.. Every day is new and inspiring, it seems.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Illogical Insomnia
Illogical insomnia
I used to worry about not being able to sleep much, till I read the story of this guy, who was crouching on a spot witnessing an air raid, watching bombs being tossed all around him, all through the night. The next day onwards he stopped sleeping. The fascinating part of the story however, is that he used his working hours so well that he got innumerable degrees, carried on several businesses and became very rich.
Unable to sleep, I thought......... let me type something on my blog. May be one thing will lead to another and then I can also do stuff like the above mentioned guy did, and make a mark.
I used to worry about not being able to sleep much, till I read the story of this guy, who was crouching on a spot witnessing an air raid, watching bombs being tossed all around him, all through the night. The next day onwards he stopped sleeping. The fascinating part of the story however, is that he used his working hours so well that he got innumerable degrees, carried on several businesses and became very rich.
Unable to sleep, I thought......... let me type something on my blog. May be one thing will lead to another and then I can also do stuff like the above mentioned guy did, and make a mark.
Monday, June 16, 2014
When the magic goes POOF
These are difficult times.
Life abounds in luxury, and luxury can be bought. Everyone dreams of such luxury, and therefore long for the money to buy luxury. A man works hard, creatively, frenetically and carefully to accrue money, and no sooner does he taste success, and earns money, than he is instantly surrounded by sellers of short trips to heaven: the drug pushers.
All the rich, particularly the artistic, use a lot of drugs. Our icons! The shadows of whom, captured in film reels in multi colour, we so love to love.
It looks like the human potential never had so much opportunity to reach its full potential and also never destroyed itself as much as it does today, mindless of reaching that potential. Therefore man loses himself before he becomes the best version of himself.
The main reason is that our vision is blocked by luxury, and the childish longing to be high and happy always.
These are difficult times.
Life abounds in luxury, and luxury can be bought. Everyone dreams of such luxury, and therefore long for the money to buy luxury. A man works hard, creatively, frenetically and carefully to accrue money, and no sooner does he taste success, and earns money, than he is instantly surrounded by sellers of short trips to heaven: the drug pushers.
All the rich, particularly the artistic, use a lot of drugs. Our icons! The shadows of whom, captured in film reels in multi colour, we so love to love.
It looks like the human potential never had so much opportunity to reach its full potential and also never destroyed itself as much as it does today, mindless of reaching that potential. Therefore man loses himself before he becomes the best version of himself.
The main reason is that our vision is blocked by luxury, and the childish longing to be high and happy always.
Looks like we just take trips inwards constantly indulging ourselves and never get to rise as high as we should. What could be so awesome about drugs that, the million pleasures of life are forgotten?
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