May 26, 2008
Aren’t we supposed to get full marks for out-of-syllabus questions? Can someone please tell Life this?!
No preparation time, no study guides, no mock exams, no ‘grace marks’, no fair rules and heck, the lessons come after the exam! Real life’s all screwed up, I tell you. Wish I could go back to school and just stay there!
March 24, 2008
I went to church yesterday in a rather grumpy mood. That we were late and had to sit outside (’cos the cozy seats inside were full already) only worsened my mood. While I sat there with only half my mind listening to the pastor droning on about how of all apostles Peter loved Jesus the most and Jesus, in turn, loved John the most (God’s got his favorites too huh?); and the other half of my mind wondering why my life was getting crappier and crappier each day, I noticed this little girl sitting next to me, holding a red balloon in her hands - you know, those heart shaped helium balloons that kids are very fond of? The balloon that is supposed to be held only by it’s strand, this kid was clutching in her hands like one would hold a prized possession. Her tear-stained face sporting a smile and the irritated look on her mother’s face suggested she must’ve gotten the balloon after throwing a reasonable tantrum.
Things seemed hunky-dory until her little brother - the naughty brats that brothers usually are - pushed her and she, in an attempt to catch her balance let go of the balloon. With her hands still outstretched, she stared at the balloon as it went higher and higher up, out of her reach. I thought any moment she was going to turn around and spank her brother hard or cry for another balloon or may be just sulk. Her mother watched too, with a terrified not-another-tantrum-now look on her face. But to everyone’s surprise, the little kid turned around and said, with a voice full of delight, ‘amma, balloon yesu appa kitta poguthu‘, that roughly (and religion independently) translates to, ‘Ma, the balloon is going to God’. I couldn’t help but smile at that.
She continued to watch the balloon till it was just a dot and finally said, with a look of pride and satisfaction, ‘poyiruchu‘ (meaning ‘it’s gone’ as in ‘it’s gone to it’s destination’). Am sure God himself must have been distracted for a moment, to watch the little red balloon coming His way. What smile it must’ve brought to His otherwise solemn face! :)
All of a sudden life didn’t appear so bad after all…
‘Sometimes, a little red balloon, against the dark clouds, is all it takes to make the sky beautiful to gaze upon’
March 23, 2008
Sometimes a little push is all it takes to help someone reach for the stars
and sometimes, just a little word to lift the spirits high.
Sometimes a little memory is all it takes to revive the times that made you smile
and sometimes, just a little lie to believe it’s all gonna be okay.
But sometimes a little push is all it takes to send someone over the edge
and sometimes, just a little word to break a heart so strong.
Sometimes a little memory is all it takes to see it was never meant to be
and sometimes, just a little lie to ruin a friendship long-protected.
It’s the little things you do that make a difference
and what difference you make is what you will be remembered for.
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A serenity prayer
Don’t Look Back
Differences aren’t so bad, you know!
November 12, 2007
“I do not, for the moment atleast, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you.” ~David Keirsey
It’s sometimes so frustrating when people expect me to react the way they would or like what they like all the time. I know what you are thinking but no, I’m not this headstrong person always wanting to have my way. I can be docile to some extent, in fact, to a great extent but if you want to see yourself in me, well, for God’s sake get yourself a mirror and leave me alone!
I think relationships would be a lot easier if only we could understand that people are different from each other in their thoughts, perspective, likes, dislikes…whatever. Just ‘cos someone doesn’t see things the way you do doesn’t mean the person doesn’t belong to your league.
While we expect variety in everything - from the things we see to the things we do - why is it so difficult to take, in stride, some variety in people’s attitude and opinions? The way we homo sapiens are biologically wired (No, I don’t know about the other species. I’m not from the Discovery Channel) it’s almost impossible that someone would act and react just the way you do. If you find someone reacting ‘your‘ way all the time, trust me, either that person is lying to you big time or watch out, you’ve been cloned!
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September 24, 2007
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has lead me back to square one!
It’s not working, Mr. Frost!
"Well why don't you go upstairs and book a conference room. Maybe you can talk him to death"
"Nah, too much effort! Writing a blog is easier. May be he can read himself to death"
So here I am with a mission in mind. Happy reading...at your own risk!
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