Why are Sundays boring?
The cable network always decide to air dumb movies on this day. Reality shows can be viewed at any time of the day. Almost on all channels. Half the time spent in front of the tv is spent in flicking channels. Staring from 1 till upto whatever number the last channel carries.
At times, i feel like calling somebody and pull that person into my house. And start chit-chatting with her/him. I had planned a great deal in this regard with my father. A few years ago. Poor me, imagination ends in thin air.
Even the radio-stations played the same song repeatedly. One can get quite tired of it.
As the day draws to a close, i'm often left feeling not-so-easy. I could have spent my Sunday doing something nice and worthwhile. And wait for the week to proceed. I'm so sure that the next Sunday will also go in the same fashion.
Somebody can help me with this, i'm sure.
Wishful thinking!! Big time.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
calls; beckoning me...
I can presently hear some bird chirping. It stops for a second or two and then continues. After all, it is spring, isn't it?
There are a couple of trees behind my house. If people do recognize BEML Soudha on 4th Main Road, Sampangiram Nagar. The posterior portion of my house borders it's compound.
It's beautiful at times, we have a chorus of cheeps. Two-three varied kinds of shrill notes pulling me into reality as i open my eyes on a lazy Sunday morning. A slow resounding hoot, one note following another after a very short span of time; another, emits crisp notes in succession; a third with a 'koo..' at an optimum pitch; a fourth which goes 'kee... kee' the frequency of which is maintained very well. When the concert softens, my ears instantly search for a vague cheep. A low voice calling from quite a distance, or is it my ear playing tricks on me!
When i think about it, i'm surprised. I'm talking Bengaluru with all the smoke, haze, concrete, traffic.... And still i'm fortunate to hear loud tweets, one often contending with another in luring me....
At nights, we get to hear the sonorous hum of crickets. Beginning at about eleven in the night. The constant tone proceeds even when the sun is high up in the sky. Unless a harsh sound mars it's melody. It's beautiful to listen to them, when i've an assignment to complete, and i spend hours into the night. Some other creature keeps me company.
The feeling is heavenly!!
There are a couple of trees behind my house. If people do recognize BEML Soudha on 4th Main Road, Sampangiram Nagar. The posterior portion of my house borders it's compound.
It's beautiful at times, we have a chorus of cheeps. Two-three varied kinds of shrill notes pulling me into reality as i open my eyes on a lazy Sunday morning. A slow resounding hoot, one note following another after a very short span of time; another, emits crisp notes in succession; a third with a 'koo..' at an optimum pitch; a fourth which goes 'kee... kee' the frequency of which is maintained very well. When the concert softens, my ears instantly search for a vague cheep. A low voice calling from quite a distance, or is it my ear playing tricks on me!
When i think about it, i'm surprised. I'm talking Bengaluru with all the smoke, haze, concrete, traffic.... And still i'm fortunate to hear loud tweets, one often contending with another in luring me....
At nights, we get to hear the sonorous hum of crickets. Beginning at about eleven in the night. The constant tone proceeds even when the sun is high up in the sky. Unless a harsh sound mars it's melody. It's beautiful to listen to them, when i've an assignment to complete, and i spend hours into the night. Some other creature keeps me company.
The feeling is heavenly!!
Monday, February 11, 2008
one overwhelming personality
This year also went by without the awarding the Bharat Ratna. It's all a sham. We've had each political party suggest their top brass members for this prestigious award. Vajpayee at one end, Singh at another. Even Mulayam Singh Yadav was on the list. Thank heavens it didn't result in a tug-of-war(as we had quite a few loose ends with different groups pulling).
How shoddy!!
The person who, i think, deserved this prize is Baba Amte. I'd read much about him. His tireless work in Maharashtra, in the upliftment of leprosy patients, of the tribals...
It is a shame that his service to the society has gone unnoticed(deliberately). The Bharat Ratna could have been very-well awarded to him. We've lost one great man, and an opportunity to honour service in it's true form, when it was alive.
The politicians will now scramble, with 'We said so..........' statements reducing Baba Amte's labour to peanuts. Perhaps, he could be still awarded posthumously.
That is trying to grow flowers in barren soil. When we failed to grow the same when the soil yielded.
How shoddy!!
The person who, i think, deserved this prize is Baba Amte. I'd read much about him. His tireless work in Maharashtra, in the upliftment of leprosy patients, of the tribals...
It is a shame that his service to the society has gone unnoticed(deliberately). The Bharat Ratna could have been very-well awarded to him. We've lost one great man, and an opportunity to honour service in it's true form, when it was alive.
The politicians will now scramble, with 'We said so..........' statements reducing Baba Amte's labour to peanuts. Perhaps, he could be still awarded posthumously.
That is trying to grow flowers in barren soil. When we failed to grow the same when the soil yielded.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
bridging the divide, when?
I'd been on a trip to the western ghats, last November. It was fantastic. Two professors, two PhD. scholars, and plenty of students, the seniors and us, the juniors.
I enjoyed every minute of it. An eye-opener, it surely was.
It was a three-day trip. The first day at Kollur and Kodachadri. Day 2 had us visiting Murdeshwara and Gokarna. YaNa and Sirsi was paid a visit on the third day.
Most are temple towns. Temples were just glanced at. Beaches were what we looked forward at. And we did have a blast.
While on the journey to Gokarna, i saw quite a number of soligas. I came face-to-face with them, later. I never imagined that i would get an opportunity to observe them, from close quarters.
When i visited the temple at Gokarna, i saw soliga women stand outside the temple selling posies of wildflowers. These bright flowers caught my fancy.
I visited the temple, early morning on the final day. A young soliga girl approached with bunches of flowers. I bought a small bouquet from her. It was to be offered to the deity, but i retained it. It was to accompany me for some time. I wanted to be reminded of them whenever i set my eyes on those flowers. While stepping inside, i observed that soligas were denied entry into the temple.
I came out after a few minutes. The soligas retracted to a small group whenever they saw those belonging to the 'superior class'. An aged soliga women placed flowers near the staircase that led into the temple. When asked the reason behind her not going inside the temple, she smile. A smiled. A smile which portrayed helplessness and sorrow. It was indeed a disturbing sight.
After all the angst and discussions that has gone in this direction, trying to uplift the weakened sections of the society. The divide is yet to be bridged. Hope it happens in the coming years.
I enjoyed every minute of it. An eye-opener, it surely was.
It was a three-day trip. The first day at Kollur and Kodachadri. Day 2 had us visiting Murdeshwara and Gokarna. YaNa and Sirsi was paid a visit on the third day.
Most are temple towns. Temples were just glanced at. Beaches were what we looked forward at. And we did have a blast.
While on the journey to Gokarna, i saw quite a number of soligas. I came face-to-face with them, later. I never imagined that i would get an opportunity to observe them, from close quarters.
When i visited the temple at Gokarna, i saw soliga women stand outside the temple selling posies of wildflowers. These bright flowers caught my fancy.
I visited the temple, early morning on the final day. A young soliga girl approached with bunches of flowers. I bought a small bouquet from her. It was to be offered to the deity, but i retained it. It was to accompany me for some time. I wanted to be reminded of them whenever i set my eyes on those flowers. While stepping inside, i observed that soligas were denied entry into the temple.
I came out after a few minutes. The soligas retracted to a small group whenever they saw those belonging to the 'superior class'. An aged soliga women placed flowers near the staircase that led into the temple. When asked the reason behind her not going inside the temple, she smile. A smiled. A smile which portrayed helplessness and sorrow. It was indeed a disturbing sight.
After all the angst and discussions that has gone in this direction, trying to uplift the weakened sections of the society. The divide is yet to be bridged. Hope it happens in the coming years.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
a 200
These pages have seen more than 200 posts. I guess i missed an occasion. Well, it's never too late to celebrate.
my pages; a simulation
New pages, new ideas,
new thoughts, new tales to tell.
People click on their mouses, on links
leading to fresh pages, all simulated, of course.
Trying to frame images of faces across the globe,
mentally, it's interesting. Oft, it turns out to be otherwise.
A small world is, thus created.
Of few and many people, some known to us, others not.
'Oh!', they exclaim, you are quite different,
than what is portrayed on your pages.
'My pages', i exclaim, with a wide smile.
To all and sundry that cross my path.
Some read, some glance,
some skip, following their fancies.
Varied are we in our personalities, a small part of which
is brought into what we term as 'blogs'.
A huge Thank You to all those who visit this blog. To those, whose identities i can connect to, and to those who simply browse. Thanks for making blogging a wonderful activity.
Inshallah!!
my pages; a simulation
New pages, new ideas,
new thoughts, new tales to tell.
People click on their mouses, on links
leading to fresh pages, all simulated, of course.
Trying to frame images of faces across the globe,
mentally, it's interesting. Oft, it turns out to be otherwise.
A small world is, thus created.
Of few and many people, some known to us, others not.
'Oh!', they exclaim, you are quite different,
than what is portrayed on your pages.
'My pages', i exclaim, with a wide smile.
To all and sundry that cross my path.
Some read, some glance,
some skip, following their fancies.
Varied are we in our personalities, a small part of which
is brought into what we term as 'blogs'.
A huge Thank You to all those who visit this blog. To those, whose identities i can connect to, and to those who simply browse. Thanks for making blogging a wonderful activity.
Inshallah!!
Sunday, February 03, 2008
seriously...
I've begun to rethink, regarding the loud tone in which i speak. In serious terms. Perhaps, it's time to lessen my volume.
At MCC, V and Jenny used to demand that i speak softly. Well, the results did show after quite some time. I did tend to speak softly at college and at home.
When i left for Mysuru, these two, obviously, left my side. Thus, nobody was there beside me to restrain me. Nobody has taken their positions. But, i'm often asked to lower my tone.
Now, i guess, i'd better do this job. At the same time, the constant chit-chat continues. It takes quite a lot of effort from me to do this. I hope i succeed, for good. And i hope, this lasts for a long time to come.
me and myself: definately!
At MCC, V and Jenny used to demand that i speak softly. Well, the results did show after quite some time. I did tend to speak softly at college and at home.
When i left for Mysuru, these two, obviously, left my side. Thus, nobody was there beside me to restrain me. Nobody has taken their positions. But, i'm often asked to lower my tone.
Now, i guess, i'd better do this job. At the same time, the constant chit-chat continues. It takes quite a lot of effort from me to do this. I hope i succeed, for good. And i hope, this lasts for a long time to come.
me and myself: definately!
Saturday, February 02, 2008
challenges, and us
I had felt that getting into a good university for post-graduate studies would solve some of the doubts i my mind. Well, it did.
On the other hand, it lead to other questions. What next?
I've finished my first semester. It's time that i think about what's to happen next. It gets complicated, the more we think about it. And involves facing challenges both big and small.
Just pondering about this the other day, i came tot the conclusion that each and every one of us face such challenges every time. It's egoistic to assume, that, i undergo such entanglements alone. These are situations that trouble us.
Somehow, after some time, i tend to consider that whatever happens, is for our good.
Inshallah!
On the other hand, it lead to other questions. What next?
I've finished my first semester. It's time that i think about what's to happen next. It gets complicated, the more we think about it. And involves facing challenges both big and small.
Just pondering about this the other day, i came tot the conclusion that each and every one of us face such challenges every time. It's egoistic to assume, that, i undergo such entanglements alone. These are situations that trouble us.
Somehow, after some time, i tend to consider that whatever happens, is for our good.
Inshallah!
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