Bye Bye 2005

End of probably the most uneventful year of my life...not a bad year...but nothing major happened...just a few incidents worth remembering - Di's wedding and a dear friend's admission in IIMC.

Hopefully 2006 will be more interesting...more fun - for me and every one else out there...

Amen

The Opening Ceremony

Saw a picture of people skating on ice at a friend's blog...reminded of the skating rink (of the roller skate variety) we had in the township that I lived...once upon a time...

I was abt 12 or 13 I think. A new skating rink had been built at the local club. Once finished a lot of people used to come to skate there...the club encouraged by the response decided to have a formal opening ceremony. Kids who could skate were searched and given responsibility to show their skills. The group got together. Creative plans were made - formations were thought of - maneuvers decided.
The D day arrived...and the boys all wearing white Ts and shorts were nervous but yet ready for action...the chief guest arrived..every body got seated and we performed...it went well...we even got an applause(or something like an applause). Congratulations and hugs were shared in the group and we waited for the evening...expecting people to ask us abt it.

Thats where the good things ended though...funnily enough from that day on (and I am not trying to say a few days later...right from that very day) the skating rink bore a deserted look...lol...and there was no reason for it...kids wanting to learn and the kids who knew a bit - all disappeared...just like that...

We still laugh when we talk abt it...the opening ceremony...or was it the closing one? :)

Pinky blues!

Have been overwhelmed by the color pink lately...

Are there any women folk who don't like the color pink? Am Still looking...

p.s: Don't get me wrong...no color is very bad..except maybe pink..but even so can anyone explain the affinity of the color pink with women? Is it genetic?

A Goalless Quest

"You climb the mountain in an equilibrium between restlessness and exhaustion. Then, when you're no longer thinking ahead, each footstep isn't just a means to an end but a unique event in itself. This leaf has jagged edges. This rock looks loose. From this place the snow is less visible, even though closer. These are the things that you should notice anyway. To live only for some future goal is shallow. Its the side of the mountains that sustain life, not the top. Here's where things grow.
But of course, without the top you can't have any sides. Its the top that defines the sides." [From the Zen And The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance]

The above lines struck a cord somewhere when I read them - probably because I have been grappling to find that equilibrium myself...probably because I am still not sure of that great peak that I need to climb...or maybe because as the author says I have just been trying to reach the top...not enjoying the climb. I know how that feels...you have nothing to look back to when you do finally reach the top...no close(real) experiences...just a blur...an empty feeling.

Yeah Yeah I cried...but its ok I guess!

I didn’t plan it this way...but what to do??

Couldn’t hold back the tears (well certain circumstantial botch-up didn’t help) as I wished my sis all the best for the new life that awaits her...didn’t feel like coming back home afterwards...all day my mind kept drifting to distant memories...the closeness we shared...then the distance that came between us for a couple of years (I feel so stupid now...2 years wasted needlessly)...finally overcoming it again...the chit chat at 4 in the morning on the balcony...the fights - some silly ones like the ones over TV...others more serious...all the rakhis...this year was the first one I missed(what am I running after?)...this post can go on forever...

I know I ll get over it...but home will never be the same again...:(

Almost 4 yrs since I last cried...I guess I ll just have to start working on my record again :)

A nice anecdote to lighten up the post...after the end of all the melodrama...our driver - a 6 ft tall Haryanvi jat, never shy to shove anyone getting in his way - is found squirming, wiping his eyes with a tissue paper...now who can explain how our minds work??? Please raise your hands!

I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love until you've been burned
I believe the grass is more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye

Have also figured out why people break down on such occasions...its the sheer mental and physical effort spent...doesn't take much to get tipped over the edge after that....Hmmm!

Its Possible

I have slept for 6 hrs in the last 84 hrs...
I feel as if I am high on something...its an interesting feeling...is this how one feels when drunk?

Wish I could keep myself awake like this for other pressing matters...might even get some work done!

Am i making any sense?

The Power of Language

Man I wish I knew my native tongue! I mean I cant speak Punjabi(there is no accent..no fluency..nothing!)...I cant speak Hindi in its purest form...it sucks!
The other day I was talking to the guy putting up the tents...and I couldn't get him to do things the way that i wanted him to...in comes dad...and Punjabi does the trick...after a few minutes spent talking about life in Punjab...he is working twice as hard to get things in order...

English can never match the power of Indian languages!

What I take away from the incident: learn to speak Punjabi more fluently....