Ew! I don’t like to talk or listen about 'it'. I had never thought about 'it' little more than a month back. Then by chance (was it just a chance?) I walked across a cemetery for the first time in my life. I wasn’t scared(reminded me of someone who is scared of ghosts and so doesn't want to visit a cemetery). It was a strange feeling walking across a place where so many dead people have been buried. Artistic tombstones. Beautiful flower arrangements. Implicit silence in the breeze. Pleasant, yet unpleasant. It was there that i thought about 'it'. Yes.. 'it' is death.. There were lots of thoughts in mind. I started thinking something really creepy. 'What if I die in next 10 minutes? How will i spend last 10 minutes of my life?' And I actually planned it before leaving from there :) My 'to-be-done' list was long. Certain things which we take for granted reveal their importance when we think something like this. Well, here i am, blogging after days and trying to express something which i don't know how to. It would be irresponsible on my part to attempt to explain what i felt that time. Some things are better not explained.
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Monday, October 13, 2008
The roadside painter..
I was walking on one of the busiest streets, in a land far away from mine, with a friend when we saw that some people had gathered to see something. We looked with curiosity what made so many people gather there. There was a beautiful painting drawn on the road. It was giving a 3-D effect. It was so beautiful that I wondered if this is what heaven looks like. He had kept two bowls in which people were putting money. There were a few other framed paintings which he had kept there.
I looked at the painter. I wondered what such a talented person is doing on a roadside. Probably he would have searched for a job, couldn’t find any, gave up hope to find any and finally ended up there-in that street, for earning something at least for that day. I don’t know why he was there. His eyes didn’t look away from the painting, not for a single moment. His hands were busy drawing with the colourful chalk pieces. A shower of a few minutes could have wiped away his effort of hours. Yet, he was doing everything with so much of perfection. He was enjoying his work in spite of not being recognized the way he should be. His whole concentration was into his work as if nothing existed beyond it. I was reminded of the quote ‘Do your job so well that the God and the Angels in the heaven are moved to say- here lives a person who did is his job so well as if only he was destined to do it’. And I could see a perfect example of such a person right in front of me. He was destined to be there and enjoying whatever he was doing. It was not only a necessity for him but also his reason of living because he loved doing it.
As we walked further, I saw a handicapped man exhibiting his talent with a ball. Then a very thin and short lady sitting at a corner and singing beautifully. Her voice was loud and clear. Don’t know why but I felt she was suffering from some disease (I remember seeing her there many times before). A few steps further were a band of people playing lovely music. Some people say this is the way these people beg. Can we call it begging? Isn’t it an insult to their talent? How many of us have these talents? How many of us have the ability to admire and respect their talent? We have a lot to learn from them, from their persistence.
Then I asked my friend the question that was still haunting me and i wanted someone to answer it- ‘why are these people here in spite of having so much of talent?’ The answer I got was- ‘This is what you call life.’
Yes, this is life for them. It isn't always fair. I turned back and looked at that street full of talented people. As we walked further, a few drops of water rolled down.
As we walked further, I saw a handicapped man exhibiting his talent with a ball. Then a very thin and short lady sitting at a corner and singing beautifully. Her voice was loud and clear. Don’t know why but I felt she was suffering from some disease (I remember seeing her there many times before). A few steps further were a band of people playing lovely music. Some people say this is the way these people beg. Can we call it begging? Isn’t it an insult to their talent? How many of us have these talents? How many of us have the ability to admire and respect their talent? We have a lot to learn from them, from their persistence.
Then I asked my friend the question that was still haunting me and i wanted someone to answer it- ‘why are these people here in spite of having so much of talent?’ The answer I got was- ‘This is what you call life.’
Yes, this is life for them. It isn't always fair. I turned back and looked at that street full of talented people. As we walked further, a few drops of water rolled down.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Smile :)
Smile is one of the best expressions that God has given us. It feels so good to see someone with a cheerful smile. A genuine smile sets everything right.
How about a smile in silence? They (don’t ask me who) say “If you smile when nobody is around you, you really mean it.” Have you ever found yourself smiling like this? I have! I was thinking about an incident in recent past and before I could realize, I found myself smiling. I wondered what made me smile. It was the everlasting joy of those memories that my smile expressed.
How about silence in a smile? Smile, can be mysterious too, with lots of secrets. A silent smile speaks its own language. What do you do when someone asks you a question you don’t want to answer? I just smile. What do you do when someone you respect, unintentionally, says something that isn’t pleasant to listen? I just smile. What do you do when someone asks you something that you can’t answer? I just smile.
What if your smile is misread and misunderstood? Oops, it hurts! Once I made someone angry with my smile (Hey, I didn’t want to hurt you, it wasn't intentional). So just be careful with the sweet smile on your face.
Don’t forget to give a smile to a person who you think doesn’t like to smile. It looks strange when your smile is not reciprocated. But remember, nobody needs a smile so much as those who have none left to give.
Smile, even when you are hurt. Look at the mysterious sky, beautiful flowers, wonderful creatures or anything that makes you smile. It makes you feel better. Smile, I feel, is the best solution for anything that isn't right.
Keep smiling :)
RC
Musings
Saturday, August 9, 2008
The 3 mistakes of my life..
Reading '5 point someone' was not a bad experience, but 'one night at call centre' was a waste of couple of hours i spent on reading it. And now CB is back with his 3rd book(some people call it 3rd mistake of his life). I won't go into the detail of the story. A lot has been said and written about it already.
When I read first few pages, i wanted to like it. Even tough the plot reminded me of 5.sum1, especially the struggle in life of young people who want to prove themselves, I liked it when he showed his prospective about religion and politics in our country. Also, he narrated the cricket episodes in such a way which show that cricket is also a religion in our country. But few more pages proved me wrong. Everything is messed up. Eathquake, cricket, a foreign trip, Gujrat roits, a love affair, business. It is more like a bollywood melodramatic cum romantic cum action movie. The end is just too dramatic. The last scenes (ya, not pages) have too much of unnecessary violence. And I am amazed (not pleasantly) that those 3 guys wanted to save a small guy because they saw him as a future batsman in Indian cricket team and not because they had some sympathy with him that he is a small muslim boy whose parents have been killed. What if he was not a cricketer in making, not a national treasure as they saw him? Would they have sacrificed him? CB's this way of patriotism disappointed me.
Nevertheless, I liked the description of political parties, their attitude and their stand on religion.
RC
Books
Be punctual..
'Problem with being punctual is that there is nobody to appreciate you.'
Huh... Why is it that people don't value other's time? I mean, if you don't value your time, it is fine, no problem, it is your life, your time. But when it comes to wasting other's time, should one not be sensitive enough?
RC
I wonder
Friday, August 8, 2008
10 things I am missing..
For the first time in life, I am:
- Away from home
- Experimenting with cooking (and still alive!! Yippeeeeeeeeee!!)
- Getting up at 5:45AM on listening to alarm!! (now this must be really shocking for people who know I need a big, loud ghadiyal to wake up :D )
Life has become monotonous. I am missing so many things here. Top 10 in the list are:
- Momy, papa and grandma
- My brother and his crazy dialogues :D
- Yummy yummy mom-special food
- My room
- Nonumonu …. Relax… it’s my teddy bear
- Archana
- Puchi … Another teddy bear…
- My guitar classes
- [Reserved for future]
- Bangalore autos (sometimes you get addicted to things you hate the most)
By the way.. There is a colleague here who looks and walks like a zombie. No expressions. Doesn't blink his eyes. Doesn't smile. And can you imagine how he says bye? He walks out of the room, doesn't even look at you, and after keeping one step outside the room says 'bye' in the worst possible way anyone can say bye. I didn't know such a simple, sweet and beautiful word like bye can be said so horribly!!
'Bye' - i said it is simple, sweet and beautiful. Well.. leave the context above. Sometimes it hurts to say goodbye, doesn't it? Then it is not simple. Neither sweet, nor beautiful! It becomes complicated. Now before this post becomes complicated, i should say bye :)
RC
My life
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Kung Fu Panda
At last, I saw Kung Fu Panda!! Awesome movie. Predictable storyline, but it is beautifully directed and the dialogues are written in such a wonderful manner that in spite of predicting the story correctly, you will still enjoy it. Story goes something like this: A panda named Po is chosen by a wise old turtle, Master Ooguay, as the dragon warrior. This is strange as viewed by his martial-arts teacher, Shifu, and the Furious Five: Tigress, Monkey, Mantis, Viper, and Crane because Po is fat and unorganized person with almost nil self confidence. In the end, Po defeats the Tai Lung, the evil leopard and emerges as a winner- as a real dragon warrior. The wisdom in the conversation of the characters is what makes this movie beautiful. Few of my favourite lines in the movie are:
1. Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift.
That is why it is called the present. Master Ooguay said this to Po. I have heard it before too. I liked the tone and the way he said it. The shine in Po’s eyes and Ooguay’s tone makes you believe in it.
2. One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it.
Ooguay said it when he saw something happening in future with his vision and Shifu wanted to avoid it. I am just wondering is it not the same destiny that makes you take the road to avoid itself and then it meets you!!
3. There are no accidents.
Ooguay said it thrice. I know because Shifu counted it! Everything happens for a reason, isn't it so? If things are in the wrong direction, then maybe life is teaching you something.
4. There is no secret ingredient.
Po’s father said it to him when he told him that the secret ingredient of his special noodles is ‘nothing’. He said ‘Things become special because people believe them to be special.’
RC
Movies
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