whtever is all this crazy shoutin about objectivity...about urself or about others!!!! can anybody ever understand their own pathos bathos and the rest of it all!!!!!!
can u ever appriciate the funny bone which life jerks into u without anasthesia and expects shamelessly for u to appreciate the funny side of it!
i'v heard people talk about the revlation! the magical moment which poets talk about when u can understand the world...see it in a different light! is it this very realisation of the futility of it all! whtever...as i said at the very begining...crap!
Friday, June 15, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
whatever!
its sooo tuff to make choices!!! wether u wnt red heels wch wud go only with two of ur dresses or a nother "evergreen" "tropical" black pair....esp if u already hv blck in 5 diff styles already!!!!!
wether u wnt to eat cakes or not....esp keeping in mind the fact that ure gainin weight in the "fast-forward" mode and u dnt have the remote to ur own life to play it in slow motion like adam sandler....
wether u wnt to support the bjp or the congress in the next elections,,,,esp given the fact that u'll be worried with ur xamz and ofcourse the lack of any visible difference in their ideals! is there any choice then???? any?
what is it that makes this particular word so interesting and imp????
everyone wants to keep their choices open....consider everything and make an "informed choice"
choices are what define freedom for us...if u can choose wch flavour of ice-cream u want...its the result of democracy......
we make choices and we revel in getting confused amidst the horde of em simply coz we can "afford" to make choices...we have the luxury..
the weird outburst u have been reading till now is the result with a small girl whose name i do not know....i dnt think i ever will....
she is a brick-maker's daughter.thats all she is to me.....coz she showed me on my father's insistance how bricks are mouded.......how the earth is worked with fire and water and their sweat and then the bricks disappear underneath the paint and cement coats....as is their labour....its sperad all across the lands...far beyond they can ever hope to travel...in the multiplexes they cn nt even concieve in their mud and plastic huts built rite above the fire brick kilns........
the dexterity with which she moulded bricks one atre another and dispalyed them out in long rows in the dug out land...surprised me...not jus because she was so adept despite being so young...but beacuse she displayed her "art" so proudly as if there is nothing more imp anyone else could have done anywhr else! her mother looked on proudly and said..."she is a brick-maker's daughter...ofcourse she's good! this is what she's meant to do all her life" every single day getting up at 3 in the mornin to dig out land and lay the bricks in the feild to dry till mid-mornin....doing the work so mechanically that even light is rendered superfluous! all the work can be completed in the dark!
that is what reminded me of my most frequent conversations with my friends...."so what's up??","nothing at all..life is so monotonous...its a drudge! busy doing vellapanthi coz there is nothing inetersting to do"
yes "we" can "afford" to have choices! to mull over monotony....
wether u wnt to eat cakes or not....esp keeping in mind the fact that ure gainin weight in the "fast-forward" mode and u dnt have the remote to ur own life to play it in slow motion like adam sandler....
wether u wnt to support the bjp or the congress in the next elections,,,,esp given the fact that u'll be worried with ur xamz and ofcourse the lack of any visible difference in their ideals! is there any choice then???? any?
what is it that makes this particular word so interesting and imp????
everyone wants to keep their choices open....consider everything and make an "informed choice"
choices are what define freedom for us...if u can choose wch flavour of ice-cream u want...its the result of democracy......
we make choices and we revel in getting confused amidst the horde of em simply coz we can "afford" to make choices...we have the luxury..
the weird outburst u have been reading till now is the result with a small girl whose name i do not know....i dnt think i ever will....
she is a brick-maker's daughter.thats all she is to me.....coz she showed me on my father's insistance how bricks are mouded.......how the earth is worked with fire and water and their sweat and then the bricks disappear underneath the paint and cement coats....as is their labour....its sperad all across the lands...far beyond they can ever hope to travel...in the multiplexes they cn nt even concieve in their mud and plastic huts built rite above the fire brick kilns........
the dexterity with which she moulded bricks one atre another and dispalyed them out in long rows in the dug out land...surprised me...not jus because she was so adept despite being so young...but beacuse she displayed her "art" so proudly as if there is nothing more imp anyone else could have done anywhr else! her mother looked on proudly and said..."she is a brick-maker's daughter...ofcourse she's good! this is what she's meant to do all her life" every single day getting up at 3 in the mornin to dig out land and lay the bricks in the feild to dry till mid-mornin....doing the work so mechanically that even light is rendered superfluous! all the work can be completed in the dark!
that is what reminded me of my most frequent conversations with my friends...."so what's up??","nothing at all..life is so monotonous...its a drudge! busy doing vellapanthi coz there is nothing inetersting to do"
yes "we" can "afford" to have choices! to mull over monotony....
Sunday, June 10, 2007
roland garros
ps: no serious content in this one!!!!!!
i wanted to write something on friday itself...after watching the men's semi-finals....i was alwayz sure the final wud be between federer and nadal and nadal wud clinch it again!!!! this is not at all bragging on my part!
federer is a class act...truely a treat to watch...his style...penache and his looks(just on court!)
and though he lost the final again to nadal....this is my tribute to federer.....his game...his superb technique and his awsome backhand chop!!!!!!!!!!! killed davydenka with it.he'll kill nadal with it too smday!
not to assume that i m prejudiced against nadal......he's the most ineterstin spaniard i know after benderas!!!!
i wanted to write something on friday itself...after watching the men's semi-finals....i was alwayz sure the final wud be between federer and nadal and nadal wud clinch it again!!!! this is not at all bragging on my part!
federer is a class act...truely a treat to watch...his style...penache and his looks(just on court!)
and though he lost the final again to nadal....this is my tribute to federer.....his game...his superb technique and his awsome backhand chop!!!!!!!!!!! killed davydenka with it.he'll kill nadal with it too smday!
not to assume that i m prejudiced against nadal......he's the most ineterstin spaniard i know after benderas!!!!
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
monatge
my dad was recently telling us about his childhood...my grandma joined in...there was food to be cooked by her for the nine members of the family, there was fodder to be cut from the fields for the cattle, there were then ofcourse the cattle which needed ample care and time and effort, there was the sewing to be done, the cleaning to be done of the farm and the house and loads more....
this is not an ode to my grandmother...though i intend to embark on that project someday....this isnt even an inventory of all the wrok she did...that would again be a part of the aforementioned project
the dialogue got me thinking of how less time there must have been for what today accounts for a majority of my time spent - thinking. she had no time to think...one had to constantly work to keep the wheel rolling, life moving smoothly....she did what she had to do...slipped into all her roles as best as she could without thinking....pausing....that is why she cannot sit idle a minute now....cannot let a minute go unaccounted for...cannot understand what effect thinking, our own and other's, can have on us.
the places and people around me have become a part of an elaborate psycological game...
i cannot imagine man ever fore-seeing the extent to which the sales techniques could and indeed have changed the way man and (u'd like to agree with me on this one:) ) women see themselves.
everyone has time to think...think how the dress on the sleek manequine would fit one's not so broad shoulders, one's not so tall figure, not so flat abdomen and the rest of it all....
i remember reading an article bout these effects that advertisments have on people.....i cannnot quite recall the name of the author but it quite changed the way i looked at the glittering world of advertising....strategising every product so that it makes one feel a part of the "stylish-elite" crowd or making one feel exclusive...they can sell the worst possible thing as the best thing that ever happened to mankind.....they sold the atom bomb in a similar fashion once and now the nuclear power.......
PR is what drives the world today.....the distinctions between madonna and magdeline can be manipulated..after all no pulicity is bad publicity! people can be convinced that the vixen is the flavour of the season and girls would be scurrying to show their "abilities".
similarly coke and pepsi can convince you that because amir and shahrukh drink it...its "in". wonder where these soda venders get money enough to hire these stars.....wait its MY MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and ofcourse its the only substance they have...........indeed its an art to convert something insubstantial into smthing that can change ur life..........it can be absolutely anything-soap, cold drink, tooth paste, shoes, table cloth, pencil, a perfume, crockery, plastic chairs......anything, it only depends on which ad ur watching at this point in time!
this is not an ode to my grandmother...though i intend to embark on that project someday....this isnt even an inventory of all the wrok she did...that would again be a part of the aforementioned project
the dialogue got me thinking of how less time there must have been for what today accounts for a majority of my time spent - thinking. she had no time to think...one had to constantly work to keep the wheel rolling, life moving smoothly....she did what she had to do...slipped into all her roles as best as she could without thinking....pausing....that is why she cannot sit idle a minute now....cannot let a minute go unaccounted for...cannot understand what effect thinking, our own and other's, can have on us.
the places and people around me have become a part of an elaborate psycological game...
i cannot imagine man ever fore-seeing the extent to which the sales techniques could and indeed have changed the way man and (u'd like to agree with me on this one:) ) women see themselves.
everyone has time to think...think how the dress on the sleek manequine would fit one's not so broad shoulders, one's not so tall figure, not so flat abdomen and the rest of it all....
i remember reading an article bout these effects that advertisments have on people.....i cannnot quite recall the name of the author but it quite changed the way i looked at the glittering world of advertising....strategising every product so that it makes one feel a part of the "stylish-elite" crowd or making one feel exclusive...they can sell the worst possible thing as the best thing that ever happened to mankind.....they sold the atom bomb in a similar fashion once and now the nuclear power.......
PR is what drives the world today.....the distinctions between madonna and magdeline can be manipulated..after all no pulicity is bad publicity! people can be convinced that the vixen is the flavour of the season and girls would be scurrying to show their "abilities".
similarly coke and pepsi can convince you that because amir and shahrukh drink it...its "in". wonder where these soda venders get money enough to hire these stars.....wait its MY MONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and ofcourse its the only substance they have...........indeed its an art to convert something insubstantial into smthing that can change ur life..........it can be absolutely anything-soap, cold drink, tooth paste, shoes, table cloth, pencil, a perfume, crockery, plastic chairs......anything, it only depends on which ad ur watching at this point in time!
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