Sunday, September 23, 2012

Next Life

You know what I did today? I went to a bookstore. I went mainly to use the restroom and then decided to stick around for a bit and browse through some books. I was bored, I had some time in hand and I saw a sign that said "poetry".  Yes, you read right- I went to the poetry section or rather was "led/drawn" to the poetry section. Before you get all judgmental over me..I do like poetry.  If my posts and my blog sounds silly and badly written its because I don't have the talent. It is like pretty much everything else in my life. I love music but cannot sing, I love road trips but cannot drive, I love motorbikes ( read enfield) but cannot ride, I love to write but cannot do it well and so on and so forth.  I have the utmost regard and admiration for people who can  express their thoughts and emotions via prose or poetry. I think it requires immense talent, intelligence,  and people like Amitav Ghosh , Jhumpa Lahiri to name a couple, are extraordinary beings! And just for the record,  I may have come across as an utterly pessimistic person with low self esteem, having listed my shortcomings rather candidly, I must clarify I am neither pessimistic nor do I suffer (much) from low self esteem. I think a little bit is  good or else your ego starts to rule and next thing you know you are the most hated person in the Universe and people are wishing you evaporate into thin air!

Anyways...back to the point, at the book store, I don't know if it was just me acting on an impulse or if it was divine intervention  that lead me to the poetry section. And it does not end there. Of all the n number of books of poems my eyes rested on this book..

Since I have only heard of Neruda and not read any of his poems, I opened the book deciding to pick a random page and see what I get to read. And people, let me tell you without the slightest hint of melodrama- it was Freaking Awesome!!!! It was sweet and overwhelming and emotional and blah and blah and blah...oh just read them lines and see what I mean..

Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.

                                                                                  (Src: Here I Love You by Pablo Neruda)

This is only an excerpt from the poem. I could spend only a little time at the book store, and neither did I buy the book (well I am kind of broke at the moment). Back home, its almost midnight  and I am still thinking about the poem, thinking about the poet, what may have made him write these lines, for whom, what circumstances, and  desperately wishing I could write this way, about love & longing or  triumphs and failures...
Ha! life, maybe.

(PS:If interested you can do a Google search and find the analysis to the poem.)

Tuesday, September 11, 2012


It's strange how some conversations, despite being nice and cordial manages to make you sad and hopeless. Does this mean I need to stay away from "conversations" for a while?

PS:Apologies for the crypted post.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Imagining A Daring Adventure

A friend sent me an email. I must have read it a dozen times by now. She is traveling in India, on an extended journey with no specific goals other than travel and see what happens. She might be there until her visa runs out, or she might leave early if she gets bored. She is certainly not bored and so she is still there, traveling , exploring, making friends, taking pictures (she is a student of photography/media) and soaking up the local culture.

She is a friend from my university here and we were lucky to briefly meet up in India while I was there. She arrived a couple of weeks after I got there. Joined me and a couple of friends on a road trip and spent two days up in the hills, having fun, being silly and taking pictures while it rained and rained. It was indeed magical and we are all still a bit hungover(in a nice way) from the experience. Atleast I can confidently say so in my case and I've never been so desperate for a magic wand to make things re-happen. What can I say--I specialize in thinking the impossible and expressing my heart's desires.

Anyways..her last email said she is in Rajasthan...absolutely loving the place and planning to move up North and get closer to the Himalayas. Doesn't it all sound fabulously fantastic?! I feel totally inspired and my mind is going crazy thinking of the possibilities. I don't know what the future holds, but, me, my soulmate and endless travels is what I imagine.

And just so I stay inspired and anyone reading who wishes to be inspired, remember this-

  “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.” – Helen Keller

Tuesday, September 04, 2012

My Long "Laborious" Weekend

Killing a long labor day weekend that feels longer than it should. Long labors are never fun--so I have been told (pun intended). But long weekends can be fun or not depending on what has been planned or not. So how was my weekend? Well, rather than launching into a verbal discourse on how "fab" my weekend was/has been so far, I have decided to show & tell. So here are some pics. Also an opportunity to show off my recently acquired Instagram skills of Point and Shoot. I know--supremely talented me! you go.

An evening with friends, where your cooking was sooo appreciated that you blushed and became tongue tied.
Road trips that included open roads and breezy weather...

with intermittent  rains that added to the charm..
A quick stop for a bite near the waters.

An evening at home with Dylan...

And lab working (blogging) with Arabic music playing in the BG

 I don't know if you sense a touch of boredom in my post..but if you do you are on the right track. I was/am a bit bored. Actually boredom is an inappropriate word..I felt/feel as if I was/am missing something. Ha!..strange ways of the heart and mind. But lets not labor over it shall we?

Must get back to work. There is a lot of data that I need to labor over.

Saturday, September 01, 2012

All About Forests, Tigers and Complex Theories

No, not really.

Yesterday read an article on how coal mining is wiping out forests and therefore critical tiger habitats in India are imapcted.

A friend said - 'but what can we do other than sigh and shake our head?'. I almost agreed and then thought well, maybe I need not use so much power, maybe I need not consume so much, maybe I could force/bully a few people I am really close to, to do the same. Maybe, somebody seeing me and a few people close to me doing all this decide to do the same...and so on and so forth. You get my drift right? Low consumption= low demand = less supply = less coal needed= less forest clearing.
Perhaps I have oversimplified an economic model but you change your attitude and suddenly how insignificant these theories and rules appear.Go on, try it and see what happens.

Too abstract a plan?  Too much BS? Too much hogwash? I don't know. But I do know forests are BEAUTIFUL and IMPORTANT and I would hate to see them gone or destroyed. Seriously speaking.