My Life, A Cocktail

With dreams in his eyes Just like any one of us He walked in with his guitar No glamour, no fuss. His hair a shabby golden He wore his cap the wrong way They laughed and smirked at his profession An unemployed farmer is all they found deserving to say. Show us what you got they screamed And obeying, he started to sing Every word was real it seemed And every note the crowned king. Eyes widened as the masks fell off in shame He stood proud and glorious A standing ovation to his name Oh yes, he's going to Las Vegas.

If it were all about telling the truth always, life would have been a lot easier. We almost constantly go through this decision making process through the day. We have to choose between telling the truth and state things as they are, or lie. Or may be reach a middle ground, truth that is ever so slightly altered? It is amazing. Someone asks you a question, and your brain weighs priorities, evaluates pros and cons, reviews immediate and future consequences and examines the emotional effects of each decision. It digs up past, present and future impressions, any related experience is made part of the decision making process. Each decision is then assigned a score, based on which the winning decision is then converted into syllables and intonations that liberate from your mouth. No, it’s not over. The brain’s now intently focusing on the other being’s eyes and body language. It now has to evaluate if the decision had all the intended consequences. Always give your brain more work, so it st...

Discovered this song yesterday at my niece's dance recital. Beautiful dancing, beautiful song... To the Software Engineering clan of Silicon Valley... Slow Me Down - Emmy Rossum

I am bored, and frustrated. The only thing I have been doing to pass time is to watch time pass. It’s Friday night, there is a lot of look forward to. But a certain amount of time has to pass, it has to be lived, whether you like it or not, whether you want it or not, to get to that moment of ecstasy when my phone will ring, and hubby will say “I am here!”. Oh time, dear time, will you not rush tonight?

What makes humans different? I am not sure there is a better answer than “Circumstances”. Just because all the drivers who took the freeway this morning with me drove safe, I am happily sitting in my cubicle writing this. Had I met with an accident, I would have been filled with extreme guilt or rage, depending on who was at fault. Yes, our lives are so interdependent on other people, even strangers, who share the planet with us. Strange, but true, they possess some control over our lives, and we over theirs. And the cumulative effect of each individual exercising his/her control is what generates a “circumstance”. Do you see God yet? Yes, I think I see HIM.

So, Saya dear, a long long time ago, tagged me on writing this one. So here goes... 1. I have my own crazy names for people and things I adore. Usually ending with a "chu". 2. The only bad habit I will ever acknowledge is biting my nails. 3. For some reason, the mystery woman in my head, I always picture running. 4. I can never picture the aerial view of a place while on road, it almost seems impossible. 5. I am always explaining things to myself when I walk. With little sound and lots of actions. 6. I find it really hard to eat breakfast before a shower. Eating before brushing is incongrous. 7. I will always fall if I hold the brake on the bicycle. I am much better with cars. 8. I have coffee cravings all the time. 9. My only philosophy that hasn't changed over time -- "Life is balanced". 10. I can always make up bumble bee and itsy bitsy spider stories to tell kids. 11. I love balloons. And the rainbow. And the moon. 12. I will chew a vethallai forever. 13. I ...

It’s the cutest movie I have seen in quite some time. I love animation, but this is probably one of my best 3-D experiences. (Apart from the Shrek 4-D show in Universal Studios, LA and the “Walking on the Moon” IMAX film at the Kennedy Space Center, Orlando) To me, it’s a movie for grown ups. Kids will possibly love the humor and cuteness of it all, but only grown ups can appreciate the beauty of the smallest of details captured. The rocky structures of the Angel Falls feel so real, you almost want to touch it! To see so many balloons, bright and rising the house up in the air almost satiates every balloon lover’s dream. Ellie’s little book of adventure is that little corner of each of our minds where our deepest desires reside. A must see.

I had this as my Gtalk status message months ago, the days I used to actually set a Gtalk status message. Many people pinged me for many months afterwards saying they felt the same way at some point in their lives. Life is inherently boring. We just keep trying to find things to do, just so that we can derive our own nice meaning out of it, drape it in the blanket of accomplishment, and cozily stay put. Some people work. Some make other people work. Some climb the Everest. Some take an year long sabbatical and see the world. Some paint. Some jump off airplanes. Some write books. Some just go to the spa. All in an attempt to be busy, to be distracted, to feel important, lest boredom makes you feel like crap. Makes me think, the ancient Indian saints meditated over months simply because they realized the truth about boredom. To a lot more boring days … P.S. I feel less bored after this post :-)