No I am not using birds figuratively or in any other sense. Nothing like that. I know hard to digest but yes I am indicating by birds exactly what the word has been coined to refer. The air borne feathery creatures with wings.
And I had an encounter with them at one of the least expected places. So much hullabaloo over nothing. So far from the city and yet it was strange to see sparrows flying about the check in area with freedom. It brought a smile giving a sense of freedom but at the same time a concern that isn't airport suppose to be free from birds.
Strange ...Yeah...Thats Bangalore International airport for us. A wild safari before we board the plane...A little experience of the flight before we take the actual flight...A cute but strange experience
Monday, December 22, 2008
Quote
When you come to the edge of all the light
And you know you are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown
Faith is knowing one of two things will happen
Either there will be something solid to stand on, or
you will be taught how to fly
So thoughtful...Where did I get this. I got it from here
And you know you are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown
Faith is knowing one of two things will happen
Either there will be something solid to stand on, or
you will be taught how to fly
So thoughtful...Where did I get this. I got it from here
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Quote: Frances Moore Lappe
"Even the fear of death is nothing compared to the fear of not having lived authentically and fully.": Frances Moore Lappe
Indeed....Indeed....Indeed
Indeed....Indeed....Indeed
Quote: 1 Corinthians 13:4-8
For You My DEAR
Love has long patience, is kind.
Love is not emulous [of others]
Love is not insolent or rash
Is not puffed up
Does not behave in an unseemly manner
Does not seek what is its own
Is not quickly provoked
Does not impute evil
Does not rejoice in iniquity
But rejoices with the truth
Bears all things
Believes all things
Hopes all things
Endures all things
Love never fails
Love has long patience, is kind.
Love is not emulous [of others]
Love is not insolent or rash
Is not puffed up
Does not behave in an unseemly manner
Does not seek what is its own
Is not quickly provoked
Does not impute evil
Does not rejoice in iniquity
But rejoices with the truth
Bears all things
Believes all things
Hopes all things
Endures all things
Love never fails
Monday, December 15, 2008
Death A Great Leveler
Been a long time since I have posted anything on my blog. Its really been long and the reason I could attribute to the menopause(ic) state of my writers mind. Woman probably go through such a stage in a different context altogether but I guess men also tend to go through same state in various context. Although I have my own set of doubts regarding the admittance of such a stage in a man's life by any man but here I am an infamous and an invisible novice writer admitting to it without any shame.
Fortunately or rather unfortunately I tend to agree more on stuff the existence of which a man would tend to vehemently deny.
Well its not because of without any reason. The overall feeling of repulsiveness is driven from the futility of seeking the unanswerable which is the purpose of my life. Coupled with the demise of my ailing grandfather the state of detachment from the world was complete.
Sets of emotion which got introduced to me were new/ old and more of contemplative in nature. One of those feeling which still echoes in my mind is how great a leveler death is. Indeed it is. No matter who you are, where you are, howsoever strong, howsoever weak, rich or poor, hindu or muslim, christian or sikh, fanatic or moderate, terrorist or law abiding, upper caste or dalit, man or a woman, everyone dies. No one lives forever and ironically we tend to forget the greatest truth of all against which everything stands out a lie. In spite of that we often tend not to make most of the short span provided to us on this world but engage and worry ourself to our own demise.
My grand fathers passing away was although expected but was still a shock to me. It happens when someone who has been a guide (a rarity in my case) and is no more there to guide and believe in me especially during turbulent times. It leaves me naked exposed to the world which more or less is proving herself to be poetically harsh. Leaving me exasperated I stand out now on my own hoping to do the right thing eventually.
Strange emotions I am encountering even while writing this post. A strange sense of serenity and somberness has clouded me. Is it because out of that I haven't been able to cry when he died. Is it because of a sense of deja vu' that things start going wrong for me in December and worse is going to come in January. Or is it just because of the feeling of being an insignificant part of machinery called world. I don't know what and why but I do want to utilize my little time in this world loving and cherishing her blessings, spreading out the joy in my own flawed way. Only if I knew HOW?????
Fortunately or rather unfortunately I tend to agree more on stuff the existence of which a man would tend to vehemently deny.
Well its not because of without any reason. The overall feeling of repulsiveness is driven from the futility of seeking the unanswerable which is the purpose of my life. Coupled with the demise of my ailing grandfather the state of detachment from the world was complete.
Sets of emotion which got introduced to me were new/ old and more of contemplative in nature. One of those feeling which still echoes in my mind is how great a leveler death is. Indeed it is. No matter who you are, where you are, howsoever strong, howsoever weak, rich or poor, hindu or muslim, christian or sikh, fanatic or moderate, terrorist or law abiding, upper caste or dalit, man or a woman, everyone dies. No one lives forever and ironically we tend to forget the greatest truth of all against which everything stands out a lie. In spite of that we often tend not to make most of the short span provided to us on this world but engage and worry ourself to our own demise.
My grand fathers passing away was although expected but was still a shock to me. It happens when someone who has been a guide (a rarity in my case) and is no more there to guide and believe in me especially during turbulent times. It leaves me naked exposed to the world which more or less is proving herself to be poetically harsh. Leaving me exasperated I stand out now on my own hoping to do the right thing eventually.
Strange emotions I am encountering even while writing this post. A strange sense of serenity and somberness has clouded me. Is it because out of that I haven't been able to cry when he died. Is it because of a sense of deja vu' that things start going wrong for me in December and worse is going to come in January. Or is it just because of the feeling of being an insignificant part of machinery called world. I don't know what and why but I do want to utilize my little time in this world loving and cherishing her blessings, spreading out the joy in my own flawed way. Only if I knew HOW?????
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Jaaney Kya Chahe Mann Baanwra: Pyaar ke side-effects
Indeed in the world of confusions and unknown, the need to know what you want get encompassed by this beautiful song.
YouTube Link
jaane kya chaahe mann baanwra
aankhiyan mere saawan chalaa
saghan aanchal sada hor hove
sajan ansuvan mein kya jor hove
kya jor hove, apne jiya pe
mann to mara ye manchala
jaane kya chaahe mann baanwra
aankhiyan mere saawan chalaa
pawan purva mein yun udta jaave
badra chanda se mann judta jaave
aave hawa ka, jhonka phir aisa
toote patang ki dor sa
jaane kya chaahe mann baanwra
aankhiyan mere saawan chalaa
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jaane kya chaahe mann baanwra
aankhiyan mere saawan chalaa
saghan aanchal sada hor hove
sajan ansuvan mein kya jor hove
kya jor hove, apne jiya pe
mann to mara ye manchala
jaane kya chaahe mann baanwra
aankhiyan mere saawan chalaa
pawan purva mein yun udta jaave
badra chanda se mann judta jaave
aave hawa ka, jhonka phir aisa
toote patang ki dor sa
jaane kya chaahe mann baanwra
aankhiyan mere saawan chalaa
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