For the li'l one to know

It's been kinda weird off late. But then one thing I'm sure about is, we'll come out off it. Let it pass. I have faith. Stay the same. Don't worry.

Don't comment on this. : )

Sneaking in the library

Our library in the institution has setup (Since Jan) two computers for what they call "Quick reference". As all things that come free with this institution, there's this characteristic, traditional and inherently negative warning stuck next to the monitor, which I am not going to bother to write down here. Anyway, I think one's not supposed to browse, check email or chat (which is disabled like all other Java apps). What else do you do on the net? Yes, research. And Blog. Both haven't been mentioned here so it's cool. Planning to do this till the Librarian bothers to get and come to me and shout, usually without a clearcut reason posed in an indirect manner which English speakers call Sarcasm.I must vouch for one thing. The keys on the keyboard are so smooth that I feel like I am not making any typos.

The best friend who went crazy

Now he's out on the limb. It's not the pooint of no return yet, but, he's getting a slow rush in the heart.
And it's sad that another friend read what I wrote about him and misinterpreted it. Shame on you.
If you want to talk about what you are going through, I am ready. I'll be there.

Remembering about writing

I just purposely took a look at a brown paper covered book in which I used to write stuff. It lay among the many books which lay on my table like the compulsive shoppers at the Mall. Just there, thinking that they were actually satisfying themselves os someone else... I used to write stuff. Just stuff. What I felt like, what inspired me etc. My poems , my short stories which were terribly short...
I realised that I hadn't written anything creative in the past 8 months. Of course a couple of rap verses, but no prose, no poem. I had a lot of inspiration and and a lot of thoughts, But I really did not get the time. I am honest. Some say if you really wanted it , you coulod make time. I agree... may be it wasn't a priority, or may be I didn't want it as badly as I wanted to breathe (analogy courtesy: Socrates).

I sat on the bed with the book .
I had been reading everyuthing else but my text books for the past pone week - since the time I had got study holidays.
So I sat to write. And I wrote. I wrote about what I want to write.
I wrote that I had not written in a long while.
I wrote what I felt.

Felt good to write again. I am not a great writer. But I write. Who can stop me?

By the way, the largest number of posts were posted on my blog in 2007. Perhaps there is a correlation?
No.

U.R. enlightening

When Prof. U.R. Ananthamurthy spoke, on college day, many people sat talking, inside the auditorium. Many complained of his incoherence. But what I loved was his flow from one thought to the other. His thought pattern was like a cool breeze. The impression I had about him, which was formed from the time he argued for re-christening banmgalore into Bengalooru, the local langugae (Kanada) equivalent, was that of a progressive social reformer with a conservative edge.

But when he spoke on Monday, the 10th of March, his words had a sort of coolness to it. Wisdom flowing from a wise man.I was learning. I sat and listened to him, trying to catch every word over the mumbling and grumbling of the MBA students sitting in front of me.
The following are some of the thoughts which struck me most:]

• Wisdom appears passive
• In order to stay young, it is important to be humble. Then there will be, always, something yet to learn, yet to know, yet to experience, yet to be reached
• One must learn to be quiet within oneself. It makes you more productive and enrich you.
• Thinking, reflecting, debating, etc. are important things in life, or else you'll just be toeing someone else's line.
• We have multiple identities (like student, son, a software engineer, a Maharashtrian, a poonawalla, an Indian, etc.) which are continuous. All that is part of the same person and ought to be respected that way. That's were growth, development, exchange, peace, etc. prevails.
• One needs to stay rooted where he is ,and yet be progressive and modern in his/her approach

Mr. U.R., thank you for coming and letting your thoughts flow.

Thank you Lord.

Thank you Lord for
Thanks for the compassion, the ever surrounding love, the care, the smiles and nudges.
The wake up calls, assurances, faith, hope, belief which is beyond belief, maturity.
The knowledge and passion for you. The talent, calmness, simplicity and the beauty that comes through it. Thank you for the gift though I don't deserve. For the resolve in times, good and bad. For the clinging on even when things go rough.
You know it best. Your plans rock, although they may not seem great in the beginning.
I'm in awe of you.
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