Monday, October 31, 2011

Great Weather But

It's a cold, cloudy, rainy day. Technically its Fall moving to Winter but its called the "rainy season" here. Love it!I could have stayed home all day listening to Pearl Jam, day dreaming. Instead I am at work.!?! An *overwhelming urge to throw a tantrum*.

Cousin's marriage in India and I am missing all the fun and shopping! Yes, everything just sucks!

Ok, on a happy note-ehhhhh-------mmmmm------- welllllll------Obama might just win the re-election!

Peace \/

Wait Up...

Time! Let me get some things done before you zooooooo------m away like this!

Days seem shorter as I struggle to finish things and
Nights seem shorter as I don't seem to get enough sleep.

Whats up with time?! Where is it rushing off to? Get a life -time. Slow down and enjoy the loveliness around you.

An exhausted traveler

Thursday, October 27, 2011

The Fellowship Of Procrastinators.

One set of people I can relate to quite well are the procrastinators. Yes, I know its sad. Wish I could say high achievers, but no, not possible. I mean I cannot even pass off as one and to prove my point...

Today morning as I sat in my little cubicle at work, instead of working I busied myself blog hopping and then, blog writing. Each time I stumbled across an interesting post or article,I told myself, in the classic procrastinator way- 'I'll get back to work as soon as I finish reading this particular article/post' and before you know it you are couple of hours down and many blogs and blog posts beyond. Also, by then your brain is so fried from all the intense staring-at-the-computer-screen, while simultaneously processing all the trivial and sometimes not so trivial material you read, that at the end of a blog hopping marathon, the last thing you want to do is get back to work. In my case, to get the momentum started and going would require such large amount of self-determination, that if indeed I ever had that level of self-determination I may have been able to classify myself as a high-achiever and not a procrastinator.

Any hows, since self-determination and all such fabulous qualities elude me and perhaps an almost impossible feat ( although they do say nothing is impossible) to acquire this late in life, I surrender gracefully and join myself to the Fellowship Of Procrastinators where I suppose our moto would probably read- "Not Done..But We Can Always Do it Later".

On to more "informative" details- I stumbled across this cool blog -India Uncut by this (popular) Indian blogger Amit Varma, who also, apparently, happens to be a fellow procrastinator, who published a book (My Friend Sancho) in 2009, (which I am keen to read) and won a prize and everything. I cam across a review on his book and found an excerpt from it that goes:

"I went to office late in the morning. I worked for a couple of hours. That is to say, I tried to work. My mind kept wandering, and the internet gave it places to wander to. Every three minutes I told myself, Just two minutes more, let me just check out this page, then I will work. But I’d check out that page, and click on a link there, or think of something because of what I was reading and go somewhere else, and so on and on until it was almost lunchtime and I was better informed about the world but less so about my own piece".

Ah!I can sooo relate to this..what do you think I am doing right now?

Oh heck! Let me atleast try and get back to work..I mean only for my conscience sake which sometimes has this annoying habit of telling me stuff I don't want to hear.

As an afterthought and on a slightly unrelated subject-
I do realize that I commit many a language related murders in my blog; but since this is not a high traffic blog, I have convinced myself that the probability of me getting caught and charged of the crimes are rather slim. Also, this line from Amit Varma's book has given me renewed faith in my blogging, bad grammar, language and all.

"You read your New Journalism pieces from the books where they are collected, you read the features in The New Yorker and The Atlantic, and you tell yourself you want to write like that, and you paralyze yourself. The trick is just to tell the story simply, the best you can, without thinking of how impressed people will be when they read it. So I wrote and wrote".

I really want to read this book now. I mean I really must get back to work now.


Thursday, October 20, 2011

The 55 Words Story

Got some downtime today and decided to play the "55 words" game. Well, actually there was no downtime. It was me deciding- to heck with everything else, I am going to do what I feel like doing even if its not productive in anyway. Yea--you turn into a rebel for those few minutes. How brave (read sad)! ANYhows, here goes...

SO the rule of the game is to write a short story using only 55 words. Long ago, one of the visitors to this blog (Yep, this blog used to have visitors- the ones who read and sign out/in with a comment or two. Sometimes I get a bit nostalgic about those days. Other times I feel relieved) had suggested that I try it and at the time I made a joke of it. Recently I came across some similar attempts made by others and decided to try it out. All in good fun but with less silliness.

I tried out two versions-the sad and the happy version.

She is frantically trying to call. The last time they may be speaking to each other; something profoundly sad about knowing this in advance. They had an incredible connection. Some may call them soul mates. She is frantic. She hears something and she wakes up. It’s the phone. They never spoke for the last time.

She is frantically trying to call. The last time they may be speaking to each other; something profoundly sad about knowing this in advance. They had an incredible connection. Some may call them soul mates. She is frantic. She hears something and she wakes up. It’s the phone. She answers and breaks into a smile.

PS: Was that me trying to be all artsy, like some European-foreign language-cinema or was it too Bollywood-ish? Hmmm--cannot decide.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Off To The Beach I Went...

..with my swim suit and sunscreen. Nooo..not really.

Drove down to the beach Saturday afternoon. It was a nice cool, windy, fall afternoon although I would have preferred a downcast, cloudy, windy, fall afternoon. The sun was too bright but not as hot. I am not a beach person and I need a good enough excuse to head out there. A friend decided to celebrate his 30th birthday and invited us and some friends over. Since that was a good enough excuse, we decided to go to wish him and fuss around him a bit. I took my camera and a dish along. An unwritten code of conduct within the student community- when there is a party with food involved it is always potluck unless explicitly stated in the invite (mail) not to bring any food. No student can generally afford to feed so many even if its an important milestone in his/her life. The dish soon got lost among all the other dishes people had brought and as always, you don't remember much of what you ate or did not eat. This time I do remember tasting the chocolate cake though.

As the party progressed, off came the party wear and on came the swim wear (quite natural since we were at the beach) and while all the beach lovers had a good time, frolicking in the ocean I, still in my party wear, (yea just felt the need to clarify that) walked around playing with my camera.

On the way back, with the ocean on one side and the mountains on the other - you forget to breathe for a second. I can't help being dramatic because that's how gorgeous it was/is!
The "mountain man" and his sharp profile.

To get to the beach you drive along this gorgeous coastline. The only problem is you cannot stop as its the highway and so a lot of missed photo ops.
Sadly I do not swim and neither do I enjoy beaches much, although they are lovely, especially these tucked away secluded ones, away from all the tourist hoopla. But misty, majestic, mountains any day for me.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Breakfast in The Afternoon

"I'm like cat here, a no-name slob. We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don't even belong to each other"

I saw a love story-with a happy ending! It was between the delicate, beautiful Audrey Hepburn and the handsome George Peppard. I don't know why I waited so long to watch the movie. I guess because it is an old classic and when you have the newer Roshans and Vikrams flexing their muscles at you or the various Khans, Suryas and Cloony's working their charm on you (through the screen i.e.), you kind of push away the classics for later.

My dad was the one who introduced me to old classics. But they were the kind he liked and as a kid I watched Guns of Navron, Bridge on the River Kwai, Mackenna's Gold and some popular ones like My Fair Lady, The King and I...just to name a few. Throw in a few B&W hindi classics and most of Satyajit Ray's works-you have a good idea of what my childhood was like.

And so, today afternoon, when I was bored and I wanted to KILL time, literally speaking (no, but yes I would if I could) I thought I'll remember dad and the good old classics and watched Breakfast at Tiffany's. It was funny, it was romantic, it was SWEET and it had the lovely, melodious moonriver. Not only got me through a boring afternoon but also put a song in my heart and a smile on my face.

Two drifters off to see the world
There's such a lot of world to see

Yep, my kind of lyrics.

Friday, October 07, 2011

Jobs No More

I know I am being a bit predictable here with my posting (although I may be up to my tricks with my titles. No, this post is not about recession and the falling job market).
Anytime there is an incident that has the whole world either overwhelmed with grief or ecstatically happy, I have to blog about it, especially if it is the former. Yes! you guessed right- this post is dedicated to the not unexpected but rather sudden demise of Steve Jobs.
Pretty inspiring to see what can be achieved by someone in a short span of ~ 30years, especially coming from circumstances that are ordinary and middle class. Well, we will wait for his biography and see what it says.
Anyhows, as expected, Facebook, Twitter are all buzzing with news of his death with epitaphs dedicated to him. There are personal quotes, borrowed quotes, Steve Job quotes all indicating what an important man he was and how greatly he will be missed.
Personally I don't have any catchy epitaph extolling Steve Jobs as I am not a "gadget-gizmo mortal" and my only association with Apple is my ipod (which is probably by now an antique in the Apple world) and those of the fruit/edible kind and hence I am not feeling an overwhelming sense of loss on his passing away. But yes, I would say, like any other person with common sense and a heart -the world has indeed lost a prolific innovator! R.I.P Steve Jobs and may many be inspired by you.

PS: Sounds like I just delivered my personal Steve Job epitaph