For the girl who reminds me of me.
For the beauty.
More on the inside. (the outside is obvious)
For the child.
For the hard worker.
For the expressive writer.
For the dreamer.
For the optimist.
For the lost.
For a better future.
For togetherness.
For the inherent talent.
For the outward exuberance.
For keeping the faith.
To that lovely girl.....
Happy Birthday
Sunday, October 28, 2007
I did it!!!!
Yes finally!!
Looked up the internet.
Read a map. My directionally challenged brain blinked.
Asked for directions from
a security guard,
a bus driver,
a taxi driver,
a man smoking outside a bar,
a waitress inside the bar,
a customer inside the bar,
a couple up the street,
sat in their car, complete strangers, but good people
Five minutes later....
I was there. Entered. It had already begun.
Looked around. It was new to me. Yet familiar.
Sat there. Listening a little. Drifting a little. Keeping the Sabbath holy. Perfecting the Sunday. Performing my duty. Meeting my Friend. Talking. Asking. Praying. Believing.
Was good to be back. Where I belong.
Looked up the internet.
Read a map. My directionally challenged brain blinked.
Asked for directions from
a security guard,
a bus driver,
a taxi driver,
a man smoking outside a bar,
a waitress inside the bar,
a customer inside the bar,
a couple up the street,
sat in their car, complete strangers, but good people
Five minutes later....
I was there. Entered. It had already begun.
Looked around. It was new to me. Yet familiar.
Sat there. Listening a little. Drifting a little. Keeping the Sabbath holy. Perfecting the Sunday. Performing my duty. Meeting my Friend. Talking. Asking. Praying. Believing.
Was good to be back. Where I belong.
'English' deconstructed
I've been in the UK for a little over a month now and I've been soaking in the similarities and differences, understanding and appreciating my own culture and theirs. But this is on a lighter note. My tribute to a beautiful country. Two beautiful countries. The one I come from and the one I have come to.
You alright? = How's it going?/ Sup?/Hello - It doesn't really require a response. If you mistake it for an actual question and decide to answer it in your usual verbose way, you'd be the only one left standing there.
That's a good shout = It's a brilliant idea
Wanker/ Tosser = person who masturbates (they have a tremendous vocabulary for the same thing and it keeps coming up in conversations)
I'm rubbish at it = No talent for it (I really love the way they say it so innocently and it's just such sweet and polite English)
To waffle= Beating around the bush. I shall explain with an example. Say you need to write a 3500 word essay and you really have only 200 words to say it all. Then you add scores of meaningless, useless words, saying the same thing over and over in different ways and you somehow reach the 3500 word limit. And Bingo! You have 'waffled'!!!
'Dodgy'= Unreliable/ unsafe. My news story is a bit dodgy. What they mean is that the subject in reference is not of very good standard, is poor in quality. (They take political correctness very very seriously out here)
Blimey!!!! = Bloody hell (an interjection) It sounds so much better than the typical 'F**k'
And how could I ever leave out....
Cheers = Thanks. The prominent drinking culture here has made this word drift out of pubs and bars into everyday conversation I suppose.
I can't seem to remember all the words or phrases they use. They are all ever so sweet. I shall keep adding to this list. It's so much fun.
I feel like this child in a strange, foreign but magnificent world.
Am I Alice? And this my Wonderland?
I am glad I am here.
You alright? = How's it going?/ Sup?/Hello - It doesn't really require a response. If you mistake it for an actual question and decide to answer it in your usual verbose way, you'd be the only one left standing there.
That's a good shout = It's a brilliant idea
Wanker/ Tosser = person who masturbates (they have a tremendous vocabulary for the same thing and it keeps coming up in conversations)
I'm rubbish at it = No talent for it (I really love the way they say it so innocently and it's just such sweet and polite English)
To waffle= Beating around the bush. I shall explain with an example. Say you need to write a 3500 word essay and you really have only 200 words to say it all. Then you add scores of meaningless, useless words, saying the same thing over and over in different ways and you somehow reach the 3500 word limit. And Bingo! You have 'waffled'!!!
'Dodgy'= Unreliable/ unsafe. My news story is a bit dodgy. What they mean is that the subject in reference is not of very good standard, is poor in quality. (They take political correctness very very seriously out here)
Blimey!!!! = Bloody hell (an interjection) It sounds so much better than the typical 'F**k'
And how could I ever leave out....
Cheers = Thanks. The prominent drinking culture here has made this word drift out of pubs and bars into everyday conversation I suppose.
I can't seem to remember all the words or phrases they use. They are all ever so sweet. I shall keep adding to this list. It's so much fun.
I feel like this child in a strange, foreign but magnificent world.
Am I Alice? And this my Wonderland?
I am glad I am here.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Some some
Some things just can't be expressed. Only experienced.
Apart from killing time, TV can make you see what you didn't before.
Apart from enjoying great company, a party can make you appreciate the music back home.
Apart from just being nice, some people can just genuinely always always be there.
Sometimes, a mail is all you need.
Sometimes, a discussion on ethics and morals and faith makes you appreciate your upbringing.
Sometimes, a walk back home, in the cold weather, can be the warmest experience in the world.
Sometimes, you just want to bless that budding romance. She said, 'They'd make such beautiful babies.'
Sometimes, you just have to cheer for the Corfe football team and be so thrilled when they win.
Sometimes, you appreciate a performer, an entertainer, an illusionist.
Sometimes, you just love that phone call.
Sometimes, a missed call that got picked up and cost you a fortune is the most beautiful moment of the day.
Sometimes, only liquid food is good.
Sometimes, its nice to be emotional, to be protective, to be supportive, to be nervous, to be a little sad, to miss being teased and tickled, to be a little possessive, to ask a lot of questions, to get jealous, to have the feeling of belonging, of longing as well.
You wish for, 'World Hold On'. You get, 'Sweet child of mine'. And you realise, it means something. He is trying to tell you something. And when it hits you, a day later, you bite your lip in glee.
But most of all, its nicest to be happy. And to find yourself again.
To my parents, to Tobby, the bestest brother in the world, to Lenny, the best friend, to Hemant, the quintessential nice guy, to Tiger, the most devoted friend. To Andrew. Words just can't express it. And to Naveen, I miss our bike rides........
Life is wonderful and so much easier thanks to each of you.
To me, without whom this would not be possible.....
It's true!
Apart from killing time, TV can make you see what you didn't before.
Apart from enjoying great company, a party can make you appreciate the music back home.
Apart from just being nice, some people can just genuinely always always be there.
Sometimes, a mail is all you need.
Sometimes, a discussion on ethics and morals and faith makes you appreciate your upbringing.
Sometimes, a walk back home, in the cold weather, can be the warmest experience in the world.
Sometimes, you just want to bless that budding romance. She said, 'They'd make such beautiful babies.'
Sometimes, you just have to cheer for the Corfe football team and be so thrilled when they win.
Sometimes, you appreciate a performer, an entertainer, an illusionist.
Sometimes, you just love that phone call.
Sometimes, a missed call that got picked up and cost you a fortune is the most beautiful moment of the day.
Sometimes, only liquid food is good.
Sometimes, its nice to be emotional, to be protective, to be supportive, to be nervous, to be a little sad, to miss being teased and tickled, to be a little possessive, to ask a lot of questions, to get jealous, to have the feeling of belonging, of longing as well.
You wish for, 'World Hold On'. You get, 'Sweet child of mine'. And you realise, it means something. He is trying to tell you something. And when it hits you, a day later, you bite your lip in glee.
But most of all, its nicest to be happy. And to find yourself again.
To my parents, to Tobby, the bestest brother in the world, to Lenny, the best friend, to Hemant, the quintessential nice guy, to Tiger, the most devoted friend. To Andrew. Words just can't express it. And to Naveen, I miss our bike rides........
Life is wonderful and so much easier thanks to each of you.
To me, without whom this would not be possible.....
It's true!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Beads
Waking up in the middle of the night. A restless continuing night. Its quiet. Serene. Your alone. Just you and your thoughts. Then you do the most unlikely thing.
You take it in your hands. With shaking hands you hold it and look at it with fearful respect.
But it is not to be feared. Is often neglected though.
One bead at a time. And with every bead calm returns.
So does hope. So does knowledge of the truth. The strength to accept it.
And once again, He has pulled me through.
It's time I started using my obvious advantage.
You take it in your hands. With shaking hands you hold it and look at it with fearful respect.
But it is not to be feared. Is often neglected though.
One bead at a time. And with every bead calm returns.
So does hope. So does knowledge of the truth. The strength to accept it.
And once again, He has pulled me through.
It's time I started using my obvious advantage.
Keep in mind
Never say never.
Also never say forever and forever.
And never again.
And I promise with all I have. Hmmmm that ain't much consolation coming from... well, you!
And ooooooo ooooo oooooo be ever so careful with those three magical words.
Someone might just think you actually meant it.
Now, you wouldn't want that, would you?
Also never say forever and forever.
And never again.
And I promise with all I have. Hmmmm that ain't much consolation coming from... well, you!
And ooooooo ooooo oooooo be ever so careful with those three magical words.
Someone might just think you actually meant it.
Now, you wouldn't want that, would you?
Goodbye Buzzworks
Dear Team Loyalty,
Ok This is more diffcult than I had imagined this to be. But what needs to be done must be done and what needs to be said must be said. So yes, I leave Buzzworks today i.e on the 1st of September, 2007.
I have been here for a little over a year. And each one of you has helped me grow out of my fresh out of college (read silly, childish and self absorbed) mode into a slightly more mature person. Atleast that is what I would like to believe. J
Anyway, I shall always look back at this one year as a brilliant roller coaster ride with all the highs at Buzzworks thanks to all the amazing friends I made here.
Lenny, the spectacular Boss and friend and confidante and guide and local guardian. Hemanth, the laidback (read lazy), calm, strong, supportive, sturdy and ever reliable friend. Sam, the typical comedy king and truly good guy and protector. Naveen, the quiet but ever present support and loyal friend. Anish, the design guru and party animal and Ladies’ man. Roshan and team and their mutual unfailing support to each other. Mohan’s fall in front of the office. Pradeep and his child bearing hips and his pink p****. Poornima and her brilliant resourcefulness. Vighnaraj and his PJs. Sandesh and his weird language. Kiran and his porki dance.
Preeti and her fresher party ramblings and her ‘give me work’ cries. Reynah’s unending talks and her motherly tenderness for Chaitra and Babushka. Babushka’s unique way of calling Reynah which sounded just like Veena to me. Chaitra’s giggles and attitude. The girl has truckloads of it. Me likey!!! Roar! Come to Mumma baby... :)
Romal’s unfailing memory and to die for imitations of all the music that ever played in Doordarshan serials. Thyagraj and his eveteasing. Shivagami and her madness at the Chennai offsite.
I will never forget any of these and so many other beautiful, wonderful, bittersweet incidents, events, words, actions, parties, trips. Etc. I will miss each and every one of you much more than you can imagine.
But if any of you take this as a goodbye I will personally come down and belt you in my typical violent style. Just because I won’t be in Buzzworks don’t assume that I am out of your lives.
Once again guys, thanks so much for everything, for giving me so much, for being so amazing and for being the best company and colleagues I could ever find. I really have only the deepest fondness and respect for you guys. Honestly.Think of me once in a while and be good. God bless you all.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
She
She has a will of her own.
The worst timing.
Absolutely no self-restraint.
She is stubborn.
She seeks comfort, attention, consolation, closeness, care, concern, reassurance, love.
She wants to be understood.
She wants to be forgiven.
She wants to forgive.
She is petty.
She is fickle.
She is irrational.
She is difficult.
She wants to be held close.
She wants to hold on. She wants to be happy.
She is a silent tear.
The worst timing.
Absolutely no self-restraint.
She is stubborn.
She seeks comfort, attention, consolation, closeness, care, concern, reassurance, love.
She wants to be understood.
She wants to be forgiven.
She wants to forgive.
She is petty.
She is fickle.
She is irrational.
She is difficult.
She wants to be held close.
She wants to hold on. She wants to be happy.
She is a silent tear.
Beatitude
Happy are those who learn from their mistakes.
Happy are those who can just shut things out.
Happy are those who can control themselves.
Happy are those who are practical and mature.
Happy are those who can't see their own flaws but can pass judgement on others.
Happy are those who don't make mistakes.
Happier are those who do not care about the mistakes they made.
Happier are those who aren't bothered about hurting others.
Happier are those who have no guilt, feel no guilt, who have not a grappling, crippling, stifling desire to make things right, to undo the wrongs, to remove all pain and grief and unhappiness and misery and sorrow.
Happiest are those who simply don't care.
Happy are those who can just shut things out.
Happy are those who can control themselves.
Happy are those who are practical and mature.
Happy are those who can't see their own flaws but can pass judgement on others.
Happy are those who don't make mistakes.
Happier are those who do not care about the mistakes they made.
Happier are those who aren't bothered about hurting others.
Happier are those who have no guilt, feel no guilt, who have not a grappling, crippling, stifling desire to make things right, to undo the wrongs, to remove all pain and grief and unhappiness and misery and sorrow.
Happiest are those who simply don't care.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Journalism
Journalism is about being a mirror to society. About merely retelling, letting it be known, about being the watchdog for the people. As my teacher says it is about writing in the interest and of the interest of the people.
And herein lies a great responsibility. As a reporter, one can't jump to conclusions. First hand witness accounts, documentary evidence must be corroborated. Facts must be checked and rechecked. There have to be multiple, reliable, credible sources. The news needs to be fair and unbiased and balanced. Therefore a thorough investigation is mandatory.
Allegations must be very carefully made. Backed up by irrefutable evidence.
No knee-jerk reactions.
Cause such reports can have dire consequences. The impact of the news must be borne in mind. Always. Every single time.
It is the responsibility of the journalist.
P.S- I must bear this in mind.
And herein lies a great responsibility. As a reporter, one can't jump to conclusions. First hand witness accounts, documentary evidence must be corroborated. Facts must be checked and rechecked. There have to be multiple, reliable, credible sources. The news needs to be fair and unbiased and balanced. Therefore a thorough investigation is mandatory.
Allegations must be very carefully made. Backed up by irrefutable evidence.
No knee-jerk reactions.
Cause such reports can have dire consequences. The impact of the news must be borne in mind. Always. Every single time.
It is the responsibility of the journalist.
P.S- I must bear this in mind.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Pursuit of Happiness
Apart from being a brilliant brilliant movie, I think it is really what we are all made for. It is a fundamental right. Not because the government says so. But as human beings, being a species that can think, feel and emote we are entitled to the pursuit of happiness.
Each of us deserves to pursue happiness. Whether we can catch it or not is a different question altogether. It depends on cicumstances, our attitude, personality, so many many many complicated yet simple, apparent yet elusive, easy yet difficult, voluntary yet uncontrollable and seemingly insignificant yet vital decisions, actions, thoughts, people, events and also a bit of fate, really.
And so, if one feels that a particular pursuit is going nowhere, and is basically leading to quite the opposite of what one had bargained for, then one has every right to change direction and take up another pursuit. Cause end of the day, one should move forward and not backwards.
So Calvin, I wish you all the very best and I hope you are happy always. You deserve to be.
I know I do too.
Each of us deserves to pursue happiness. Whether we can catch it or not is a different question altogether. It depends on cicumstances, our attitude, personality, so many many many complicated yet simple, apparent yet elusive, easy yet difficult, voluntary yet uncontrollable and seemingly insignificant yet vital decisions, actions, thoughts, people, events and also a bit of fate, really.
And so, if one feels that a particular pursuit is going nowhere, and is basically leading to quite the opposite of what one had bargained for, then one has every right to change direction and take up another pursuit. Cause end of the day, one should move forward and not backwards.
So Calvin, I wish you all the very best and I hope you are happy always. You deserve to be.
I know I do too.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Smile
I have so many things to smile about. First of all the timely escape. This new beginning. This new companionship. This new friendship. This new amazingness. This new positive life change.
The new support system. That was there all along. Waiting for just five minutes. And really that is all it took. The five minutes. Precious time was wasted in needless pursuits and meaningless trifles.
While there it was. So very obvious. And yet not quite.
But most of all I have to smile for the greatest gift of all.
Another chance. :)
The new support system. That was there all along. Waiting for just five minutes. And really that is all it took. The five minutes. Precious time was wasted in needless pursuits and meaningless trifles.
While there it was. So very obvious. And yet not quite.
But most of all I have to smile for the greatest gift of all.
Another chance. :)
Ya right
For those who think I'd never do that. For those who think they are up on this pedestal. A pedestal of principle. Above others. Better than the mortals. Who think their principles are what make them and that they will never ever compromise their principles for anything.
Think again.
You have already.
Remember there are two kinds of sins. Commission and Omission.
So just think again
Think again.
You have already.
Remember there are two kinds of sins. Commission and Omission.
So just think again
Goodbye
to
the lies
the false promises
the fake principles
the false love
the fake sister
the suffocation
the confinement
the betrayal
the guilt
the memories of the lie, the deception, the oppression
the mind numbing, gut wrenching, paralysing pain and suffering that comes with the discovery of the truth.
The bitter truth.
He lied. So did she.
I have let it go.
the lies
the false promises
the fake principles
the false love
the fake sister
the suffocation
the confinement
the betrayal
the guilt
the memories of the lie, the deception, the oppression
the mind numbing, gut wrenching, paralysing pain and suffering that comes with the discovery of the truth.
The bitter truth.
He lied. So did she.
I have let it go.
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