It is hardwork that will take me to where I want to be.
And, it is kindness that will take me to who I want to be.
(The apparent contradiction of these two with the last two, is in appearance alone)
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Two things
When I'm fighting myself and hoping to make it work,
While I'm thinking of the good story it will make in the years to come
It is time to question the worthiness of 'it'.
Anything worth anything is made when I am not thinking about a future in which I am the center piece.
While I'm thinking of the good story it will make in the years to come
It is time to question the worthiness of 'it'.
Anything worth anything is made when I am not thinking about a future in which I am the center piece.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Anew!
A beginning tomorrow!
"Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive"
- Howard Thurman
"I was obliged to be industrious. Whoever is equally industrious will succeed equally well."
- J.N. Forkel, Bach's Life (1802)
(Both quotes are from the comments section of this post which my brother sent me. Which we spoke about after he sent me this, which is an extremely interesting read. Thanks anna! Also, if you folks have the time, the lectures here are brilliant! I attended each one of them at the Centennial Hall last year :) )
"Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive"
- Howard Thurman
"I was obliged to be industrious. Whoever is equally industrious will succeed equally well."
- J.N. Forkel, Bach's Life (1802)
(Both quotes are from the comments section of this post which my brother sent me. Which we spoke about after he sent me this, which is an extremely interesting read. Thanks anna! Also, if you folks have the time, the lectures here are brilliant! I attended each one of them at the Centennial Hall last year :) )
Monday, October 11, 2010
Nugget store
When all the money I needed was the 50 paisa coin
for the old man to fill air in my bicycle tyre
on the way back from school,
where friends were made
who would never be lost.
When maximal guilt was after I returned happily
having played a quick game at a new place, with new found friends.
But to some very worried faces and an angry one.
Four hours had stretched into eternity
along with several search expeditions.
When I couldn't sleep without my mother next to me
telling me things that I would remember forever.
Like the time I lost a gold earring
and she defined what precious was.
It wasn't it, but was me, she said.
When staring at the stars,
like they held the answers,
dreams were dreamt of a future full of questions
but answers too.
And those in joyful abundance.
When stories were spun
of places and people that had been seen
and those just imagined.
And worked with friends,
these thoughts only imagined
could then come to live.
for the old man to fill air in my bicycle tyre
on the way back from school,
where friends were made
who would never be lost.
When maximal guilt was after I returned happily
having played a quick game at a new place, with new found friends.
But to some very worried faces and an angry one.
Four hours had stretched into eternity
along with several search expeditions.
When I couldn't sleep without my mother next to me
telling me things that I would remember forever.
Like the time I lost a gold earring
and she defined what precious was.
It wasn't it, but was me, she said.
When staring at the stars,
like they held the answers,
dreams were dreamt of a future full of questions
but answers too.
And those in joyful abundance.
When stories were spun
of places and people that had been seen
and those just imagined.
And worked with friends,
these thoughts only imagined
could then come to live.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Restart!
When somethings you did seem pointless and somethings that happened and some people are just not comprehensible, and it all happens one after another, it is hard to shrug every one of it, off with a "stuff happens". There is increasing fear that more *stuff* will follow. I wonder who said "patta kaalilae padum".
But there are things that bring forth hopes of better things. New people whom you connect with quickly (but had to leave abruptly). Old pals with whom you laugh until the stomach hurts (but only over the phone). A new place that you are moving into where you can hear the sound of water fall into a little pond and see water lillies from your bedroom (but have to break a back for getting all the stuff into, alone). Random pings and emails that never have to *say* that they care (but from super far).
But there is definitely silver, lining all those brackets. Though, the more I bring myself to start thinking, it all really is gold.
These simple-little-things - that's the stuff that seems to matter :)
But there are things that bring forth hopes of better things. New people whom you connect with quickly (but had to leave abruptly). Old pals with whom you laugh until the stomach hurts (but only over the phone). A new place that you are moving into where you can hear the sound of water fall into a little pond and see water lillies from your bedroom (but have to break a back for getting all the stuff into, alone). Random pings and emails that never have to *say* that they care (but from super far).
But there is definitely silver, lining all those brackets. Though, the more I bring myself to start thinking, it all really is gold.
These simple-little-things - that's the stuff that seems to matter :)
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Disconnect
Why do we use-n-throw
When we can create everlasting beauty?
Why do we recall the bad
When we could be thinking of all things good?
When we can create everlasting beauty?
Why do we recall the bad
When we could be thinking of all things good?
Why do we draw more borders
When we can be pleasantly inclusive?
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Bits and pieces
It is happiness when a home is made in two years. When you leave it to return home, it is strange. And stranger when a teary farewell is involved, and that is followed by a joyful return.
It is hard to come to terms with the fact that I will probably never be able to spend as much time with the new friends made as I am used to doing now. We will meet again, that isn't the question at all, but under different circumstances. Things will change. Everything changes.
With an exception, I just realize - the feeling of home. It is the same, just as it was a year and a half earlier when I left it, just as it was many, many years earlier when I was born into it. The permanency of this place and the way I feel here suddenly now explain my absolutely unsentimental farewells in the Chennai airport (And with that, crashed my pride in being one of the unsentimental types. Damn)
But is this good? This taking comfort in things permanent? And this helplessness when faced with temporariness?
It is hard to come to terms with the fact that I will probably never be able to spend as much time with the new friends made as I am used to doing now. We will meet again, that isn't the question at all, but under different circumstances. Things will change. Everything changes.
With an exception, I just realize - the feeling of home. It is the same, just as it was a year and a half earlier when I left it, just as it was many, many years earlier when I was born into it. The permanency of this place and the way I feel here suddenly now explain my absolutely unsentimental farewells in the Chennai airport (And with that, crashed my pride in being one of the unsentimental types. Damn)
But is this good? This taking comfort in things permanent? And this helplessness when faced with temporariness?
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