last working day of the year!

Straight from the mouse's mouth:
when car's there - "Here's the car, now where are the keys?"
when car's towed - "Here are the keys, now where is the car?!"

Ran 7km this morning. If my knee holds, I think I can go on and on.

bub bye 2005

Had my last class of the year (and I played on his Fender nylon string!!)

'What's this symbol?'
'That's a breve.'
'A breve??! Never heard of that..'
'Come on, if there's a semibreve, there had to be a breve!'

(also got formally introduced to mr. hemi-demi-semi-quaver)

thus spake

'They ask on why they need different, and to why they are not as easily pleased as before. Yet they easily accept (and expect) all change in physical form. The growth is everywhere.' - Swami Something

sweetie

The happy guy reached VT. Rush hour was long past and the station was clearing up. He put the book in his bag and took out his mobile, 'Reached VT. Be home soon. Switch on geezee baba.' He checked on his wallet - twentyfive rupees - the ATM trip could be postponed to the next morning. But that meant he'd have to leave home a few minutes earlier. Shaking his head, he walked towards the ATM in the dark of the dark, dark night.

A couple walked ahead. She commenting on how he should change his shoes. He replying on how they cost money. She reminding him of the new chappal's he'd aquired. They weren't suitable for work, he said. She wouldn't understand his work.. she couldn't understand his work, he said. So an argument began and it was growing. The happy guy overtook the quarreling couple hoping he knew she meant well.

'Sweetie?'
Happy guy looked around. There were four guys (all to his left).
'What do you want Sweetie?'
He remembered later that he began walking faster and faster and faster still (though in reality he may have even run). And he could hear them all through the while, 'Yes, Sweetie. Sweetie??'

(And when he walked out of the vestibule, they were gone.)

Drizzled this morning!

Am so happy,
happy happy happy..

..and you don't need a reason to be glad!!

barren

'..how you answer the questions of God's existence will impact your relationship with others, your commitment to integrity, your attitude toward morality and your perception of truth..'

But I've always needed to find out for myself - a deaf ear to her, a deaf ear to him.. a closed door to them and all the voices within. 'Then how did it all start?' Something from nothing. (wonderings on the beginning of life and matter, knowing nothing of the beginnings of my own life or even workplace - and which has more relevance!) I don't know. I don't know.

And if he did exist, he's made himself redundant.

Watching the wheels

Saw a guy having an epileptic seizure right outside the main entrance of VT. It was rush hour - the crowd continued moving, avoiding him.

Watched a couple having a long conversation in sign language. They were on the platform opposite mine.. five minutes.. or a little less. Sometimes she got irritated when he didn't understand.

Had vada-pav for breakfast in office this morning. Was expecting the usual idli. So nice!

'I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round,
I really love to watch them roll,
No longer riding on the merry-go-round,
I just had to let it go.' - John Lennon (Watching the wheels)

nag nag

(so what did you do memorable yesterday?)

saw the lights as my local entered VT (had just shut the book and come to the door). Was lifted, taken far far far away. As with listening to Nicola Hall. Or reading Dostoevsky. I know many who search for that beautiful place (only) to get lost. I know am fortunate to be surrounded by them!

'..that the sacrifice of life is, in many cases, the easiest of all sacrifices. They fail to understand that to sacrifice five or six years of their seething youth to hard and tedious study, if only to multiply ten-fold their powers of serving the truth and the cause they have set before them as their goal, is utterly beyond the strength of many..' - Fyodor Dostoevsky (The Brother's Karamazov)

chikoo

the gates of the forbidden city is open now, so that mr bojangles can walk in and tell what the gypsies sang to him and others, one friday evening.

so there we were..me, my twin, the sis, and a bearded fellow with our 500/- pass outside the gates of the place where the gypsies were going to be with their guitars

Ganesha says

take the day off work
make up for lost sleep
get in shape for friday's class
(un)dust the computer and bring it into the bedroom
replace the busted tubelights
go kitchen-tile shopping

Will do.

'Cloulds are stalking islands in the sun, I wish I could buy one, out of season..' - Peter Frampton

hard to sink! -meraj

my first time. i dont know what to write. so i shall start by trying to write what i am thinking, which is again coming back to 'what to write'. just read some nice things from the ol' boy and a couple of cute spread of words from a girl who seems to have travelled a lot on BEST. and see...im beginning to write my thoughts...a good beginning....wotsay folks??? (ive got a thing for 3 dots...so please bear with me...oops them!)

lousy bad boy

groan. Sorro bout getting you drunk, Mr Kent old boy, but I honestly couldn't have assisted. Am still feeling disoriented with the little I had - it spoils my mood and pretty much ruins all chances of sleep. So now I think it's finally time to put me (right) foot down and say no. Next time, how about a nice thick creamy chocolate milkshake instead!

Mishin me shleepin.

(Swami Something wishes to remind you again; sleep is not a waste of time. You strive all day in pursuit of happiness forgetting you were comfortably happy before you got off bed in the first place!)

My Back Pages :)

*poof*

There go another five minutes of your only life.

(now do you understand ?!)

..to make some music, read a book, or just lie in bed and smile,
knowing that all those years gone by were all worth my while..

..and another beginning..

"Time flies like an arrow"

That was how my first lecture on Cognitive Psychology started.. it was the January of '99. I must've attended four of the forty lectures - give or take a couple. Don't remember anything except for the profee listing many many interpretations of the statement. I got a bad memory. But then, its been six years.. So many seasons, aspirations, hopes and desires.. accomplished and forgotten.

And now I sit here at work on a holiday. Waiting watching waiting. Soon the computer will finish doing what it has been doing. Then I'll take a local to VT and go home.

Home is where the guitar is.

Joni's been playing in my head:
   '..and the seasons they go round and round
   and the painted ponies go up and down.
   We’re captive on the carousel of time
   We can’t return we can only look behind
   from where we came
   and go round and round and round
   in the circle game.' - Joni Mitchell (The Circle Game)