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Friday, July 27
Thursday, July 5
Friday, May 18
Quarter-Life crisis
Picked from Iyer's blog who took it up from some other place.
All you 18-40(?) year olds, read.
It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job; and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.
Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.
You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender.
We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."
All you 18-40(?) year olds, read.
It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job; and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.
Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.
You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender.
We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."
Friday, April 27
Haste
She's all growing up.
And I can't be there to see it.
Opportunities, Globalisation, Distances, Money, Opportunities
:(
Monday, April 9
Nuovo Rosa
Hear ye Hear ye,
Could there BE a worse representation of love than a Rose? Although they are pretty, they remain so only as long as one is careful enough to keep it in water and a pretty vase. And even then, eventually in a week or two, they shall die and wilt away. And there is absolutely nothing else you can do with a rose other than display it or keep a wilted one as a bookmark.
What does this say for a person gifting it to his beloved? Something like:
It represents one's love as transitional, based on superficial looks and selfish.
A conundrum, isn't it? Fear not, Fear not. I have a way out.
A potato.
Yes, A potato. A potato just left in a sack, survives for long. Also before starting to rot, gives birth to more sprouts and thereby continues the circle of life. It eventually will survive longer than Osama Bin Laden under the (metaphorical) bombardment of arrogance. You can't get rid of a potato unless you make jeera aaloo or fries out of it, which is possible even if the shoots are sprouting all around (This author is testament to that fact). A Potato is often quite ugly and what is astounding is the great potential it carries within. Other than it being an obvious edible target, a boiled potato is still used by Indian railways to stick reservation charts to the walls and by the geekier kind to make a battery. From the exterior, it might seem to be the ugliest thing next to my landlord, but any hostel cook would swear by its versatility.
What does the gift of a potato say?
So, Ladies and Gentlemen, next time...
Gift a potato. Not a bloody rose!
Could there BE a worse representation of love than a Rose? Although they are pretty, they remain so only as long as one is careful enough to keep it in water and a pretty vase. And even then, eventually in a week or two, they shall die and wilt away. And there is absolutely nothing else you can do with a rose other than display it or keep a wilted one as a bookmark.
What does this say for a person gifting it to his beloved? Something like:
"My feelings for you can never be permanent even if you put in the best of efforts."
"I put up with you only because you are as pretty as this flower."
"You are but a trophy to show off or at best, a great source of nostalgia"
It represents one's love as transitional, based on superficial looks and selfish.
A conundrum, isn't it? Fear not, Fear not. I have a way out.
A potato.
Yes, A potato. A potato just left in a sack, survives for long. Also before starting to rot, gives birth to more sprouts and thereby continues the circle of life. It eventually will survive longer than Osama Bin Laden under the (metaphorical) bombardment of arrogance. You can't get rid of a potato unless you make jeera aaloo or fries out of it, which is possible even if the shoots are sprouting all around (This author is testament to that fact). A Potato is often quite ugly and what is astounding is the great potential it carries within. Other than it being an obvious edible target, a boiled potato is still used by Indian railways to stick reservation charts to the walls and by the geekier kind to make a battery. From the exterior, it might seem to be the ugliest thing next to my landlord, but any hostel cook would swear by its versatility.
What does the gift of a potato say?
"I'll love you forever for who you are. Not only due to your looks , not to put you on a pedestal as a showpiece, not to just smell and look at but to actually get involved with you in almost all aspects of life. You are the person with whom I want to continue the circle of life. "
So, Ladies and Gentlemen, next time...
Gift a potato. Not a bloody rose!
:D
Friday, March 30
Wordly Cup
I like this world cup venue.
I like the audience too.
I can't stop thanking the cameramen!
:D
I like the audience too.
I can't stop thanking the cameramen!
:D
Wednesday, March 14
Bhordly Bhise...
So I began:
Then my PJ protege added:
The yield of a chat between me and Sandy (now onwards its a state of constant flux):
And the bottomline:
I LOVE the fact that we get paid to do this!!! :D :D :D
Late to bed and Early to rise,
makes a man squirmy, sulky and riled.
Then my PJ protege added:
Late to bed and Early to rise,
more one fails, the less one tries.
The yield of a chat between me and Sandy (now onwards its a state of constant flux):
Late to bed and Early to rise,
all day in office he just sits and cries.
Late to bed and Early to rise,
day-in and day-out he just sits and whines.
Late to bed and Early to rise,
all day in office he doodles strange signs.
Late to bed and Early to rise,
day-in and day-out gulps bottles of wine.
And the bottomline:
Late to bed and Early to rise,
is story eternal, thine and mine.
I LOVE the fact that we get paid to do this!!! :D :D :D
Saturday, March 10
Baby steps..
What makes people ask babies to just walk and not run? What makes them express surprise when the baby suddenly wobbles and runs or jumps, in imitation of the giants around it?
I started to write and realised that there is nothing I can say here that can make any difference. No more cribbing.
Acta non Verba
Monday, February 26
My work joy-trip.
Well, I do have an excuse. The map above explains. Pink are routes travelled once upon. Green are the routes I had a return trip on. And Blue dots are the places I've been to (No mood to name each one of them). Total travel comes to about 6500 KMs. 12 places in 25 days.
Had fun. :)
And ya,
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