I sat on the line as I so often did. One for you, one for me, one for you, one for me and so on it went. My friend and I picking out lives. We had done this since time immemorial. An equal number for each side. The decisions were supposed to be on which one I liked and which one my friend liked. The line that we sat at was the line of life.
- ‘I just can’t get the ending right…’, I thought. I’d spent the last 6 months cooped up in my basement writing, it could wait a few more hours. Frustrated, I headed out to the neighborhood coffee shop with my ream of papers (white legal pads with yellow post it’s all over). I was half way through a latte and eying the cookies from my perch on a bar stool at the store window when my glance met hers.
- I woke up to the daily hum drum of the cleaning lady. It was one in a series of weekday mornings I couldn’t quite recollect. Which one was this? My life is a series of unavoidable chores to be done one followed by another. Thursday! Yes thats what it was. This dreary gray sky laden with white rainless clouds could be nothing else. Somewhere in the beginning of the current month I think.
- There once was a veil, a mystic shroud, that but for a day I shun, Lost in it’s wake was my self, and the lapse of reason begun. I know not whence I came upon, such a device in my tale Yet it’s squander unexpected was felt stronger than a gale Like a stranded leaf in a mid summer breeze Sapless I floated a while sans ease Brought together for reasons unknown
- The terms civilization and culture together bring out the need for approval of individual actions from a group of peers. This when left to develop enough leads to a moral code. Which in essence is the opposite of barbarianism/animalistic tendencies. So here we are with a moral codes which extend from ethics to conscience and consequentialism to guilt. This gives us a egotistical high ground from which to look down upon the rest of the universe.
- Festival season is hunting ground for 20 something singles (not a necessarily criteria) around the world. I was out and about with a mixed group of friends in the wilderness previously known to us all as ‘Durga Pooja’ when I heard the phrase. Whatever happened to all the good looking warm men? Obviously recounted by a female peer of mine. It got me to thinking about desired traits in human matchmaking.
- I’m digging into stuff thats a year old here so I’m just gonna stick to the facts for the next few posts trying to get this blog up to date. Went to Delhi for the 26th Jan reunion. Met up with a lot of people.Ujjwal bought his new Safari. Mom came down for a visit in early Feb. Bhaskar and Chetu came down at the same time and we went out pub-hopping for a night.
- We stopped over at Mahabalipuram on the way back from Pondicherry. This is where I got away from the guys for a bit and made this post. I was no longer in a daze I even rode Anubhav’s bike part of the way back. These 4 days definitely gave me a whole new perspective on life. I’ll cut all the bull crap out of this post, my 1 word take away from it all was ‘Live!
- Originally uploaded by Deep Joy. I awoke next morning at daybreak. To say that I was a bit lost was an understatement. In any case I walked around town by foot and visited all the spots I remembered form my previous visit. Pondicherry is a very serene and laid back town. The building in the pic is New Delhi Guest house. I have memories of a water fight on the terrace here :-).
- The car had before now found a charity gala being held at one of the hotels outside of town. They were very helpful and allowed us in even though we had not booked for the gala. The proceeds were to go for an orphan home(if I remember correctly). I washed the many scratches and dirt from the road. At exactly 0000hrs on 1st January 2006 I was digging into a plateful of fried rice.