I've heard Colby Caillat's debut album song - "Bubbly" more than 50 times since yesterday. I'm still in love with it.
I just read yesterday's post again. The fabulous weather in Delhi these past few days sure inspired the 'romantic poet' in me.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
A song for the night breeze...
When it’s strong enough to lift me up, I dream of flying...
Holding you tight, on a magic carpet ride,
Above the lamplights, below the stars...
Where the night sky feels just right
I’ll sing a song for the night breeze .. because it lets me dream of….. you
When it gently flirts with my hair, I dream of dancing...
In your arms, as we twirl around,
among familiar faces, in large open spaces…
To soft and pleasant sounds
I’ll sing a song for the night breeze .. because it lets me dream of….. you
When it softly whispers in my ear, I dream of conversations…
That we can have .. without a word,
Endlessly, forever understanding ...
whats unspoken but always heard.
When the persistent breeze tickles the trees awake ..
When starlight flickers in the strong winds
I’ll sing a song for the night breeze .. because, it helps me dream of….. you
Holding you tight, on a magic carpet ride,
Above the lamplights, below the stars...
Where the night sky feels just right
I’ll sing a song for the night breeze .. because it lets me dream of….. you
When it gently flirts with my hair, I dream of dancing...
In your arms, as we twirl around,
among familiar faces, in large open spaces…
To soft and pleasant sounds
I’ll sing a song for the night breeze .. because it lets me dream of….. you
When it softly whispers in my ear, I dream of conversations…
That we can have .. without a word,
Endlessly, forever understanding ...
whats unspoken but always heard.
When the persistent breeze tickles the trees awake ..
When starlight flickers in the strong winds
I’ll sing a song for the night breeze .. because, it helps me dream of….. you
Friday, February 1, 2008
‘To ask or not to ask’ … it’s all about the question
Whenever I’m confused about making a decision about doing something I ask myself these two questions -
1. “Why should I do it?”
2. “When should I do it?”
I’ve observed that unless I have detailed answers to these two questions, I don’t move forward with a decision. It takes long to arrive at an answer that is satisfactory (subjectively) from all angles. Therefore, I usually hang there in limbo until the moment to decide passes by leaving me to struggle with the next in line of life’s decisions.
Lately, I’ve realized that there is a quicker way to handle such dilemmas.
I have yet to try this principle in all my life’s areas, but it’s yielded some interesting results so far. Now, when faced with a similar decision, I ask myself 2 slightly different questions -
1. “Why shouldn’t I?”
2. “Why not NOW?”
I have decided to answer these based on my top and most critical priorities/values in life and if there’s nothing major that stops me, I shall go ahead and do it.
I have a feeling that without the unnecessary justifications/rationalizations/analytics that have come to be a large part of our lives I’ll end up doing a) a lot more and b) more of what I like.
1. “Why should I do it?”
2. “When should I do it?”
I’ve observed that unless I have detailed answers to these two questions, I don’t move forward with a decision. It takes long to arrive at an answer that is satisfactory (subjectively) from all angles. Therefore, I usually hang there in limbo until the moment to decide passes by leaving me to struggle with the next in line of life’s decisions.
Lately, I’ve realized that there is a quicker way to handle such dilemmas.
I have yet to try this principle in all my life’s areas, but it’s yielded some interesting results so far. Now, when faced with a similar decision, I ask myself 2 slightly different questions -
1. “Why shouldn’t I?”
2. “Why not NOW?”
I have decided to answer these based on my top and most critical priorities/values in life and if there’s nothing major that stops me, I shall go ahead and do it.
I have a feeling that without the unnecessary justifications/rationalizations/analytics that have come to be a large part of our lives I’ll end up doing a) a lot more and b) more of what I like.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
A successful fitness drive - (when work meets play :)
I’ve been having great starts to my day for the last 2 weeks. I’m coming to respect my aerobics class for a lot more than the obvious reason of helping me fit into my oldest pair of jeans.
Getting up
Today, suvi and me made it to the class well in time. We actually got out of bed in the BITING delhi winter cold, dressed and found ourselves driving in near darkness to the land of fitness.
+ : The feeling of accomplishment on having woken up early
Hanging in there .. (literally)
During one particularly strenuous set, it was took all my physical/mental effort to maintain my precarious position as I heard my instructor counting down a long way from 0
+: The feeling of knowing that I’m capable of a lot more than what I let myself believe everyday.
Oh it hurts
I tried the chakra-asan on a slippery mat . Bad Idea. My back didn’t take it too kindly.
+: The music was great. The injury could’ve been worse :)
Like I said, it’s been a great day.
I realized how many of life’s moments can be like that and there are lessons to be learnt from an aerobics class. IQuote: “Exercise (Work), can be eagerly looked forward to. All you need is a feeling of community(friends), the will to have fun and some music"
Getting up
Today, suvi and me made it to the class well in time. We actually got out of bed in the BITING delhi winter cold, dressed and found ourselves driving in near darkness to the land of fitness.
+ : The feeling of accomplishment on having woken up early
Hanging in there .. (literally)
During one particularly strenuous set, it was took all my physical/mental effort to maintain my precarious position as I heard my instructor counting down a long way from 0
+: The feeling of knowing that I’m capable of a lot more than what I let myself believe everyday.
Oh it hurts
I tried the chakra-asan on a slippery mat . Bad Idea. My back didn’t take it too kindly.
+: The music was great. The injury could’ve been worse :)
Like I said, it’s been a great day.
I realized how many of life’s moments can be like that and there are lessons to be learnt from an aerobics class. IQuote: “Exercise (Work), can be eagerly looked forward to. All you need is a feeling of community(friends), the will to have fun and some music"
Saturday, October 13, 2007
A walk in the park in my new grey gym pants!!!
I woke up early this sunday morning, smiled at the gradual light filling my room, got up and dressed for a healthy walk at my neighbourhood park. Before one jumps to errorneous conclusions regarding my sense of fitness and/or madness to have subjected my sunday morning to such treatment, I owe you and myself an explanation.
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I bought these new gym pants yesterday. I mean they are really hot. I had to grab the nearest occassion to wear them ... hey, what?!? You've never done this before ?!?
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So my little walk-in-the-park-to-show-off-my-new-gym-pants could have ended up being just that. Only that would have been plain embarassing to write home about. Therefore, this post is not really just about my fashion parade. It did start of dangerously like that. I was well aware of my I-Pod perfectly complemeting the shade of my new grey hot pants. I was confident and happy to be part of the walkers world. I switched on my music, decided to look out for cute joggers and took off.
I felt the gentle nudge of a soon-to-come winter in the cool morning air, just as my favourite country song came on. Suddenly, I started to notice the shades of green around me and a random thought of 'how green was not just one colour but many pretty ones' found its way to my head. I think thats when I began to forget what I'd really come here to do.
The brisk round of the park that I'd planned soon followed with a slow second. I took time to observe the obvious signs life around me and to look out for the quieter ones -
> I laughed quietly when a I passed group of pensioners sitting around practicing 'laughter therapy' and planning a movie at PVR.
> I smiled when I walked by a little girl of about 8 earnestly practicing 'Pranayam' that her grandmother was teaching her.
> Despite being a part of the large majority that watches but doesn't play cricket, I felt the child in me rejoice along with the kids I saw playing the game.
> I left the walkers path and strayed to a quiet place that gave me the illusion of being alone in the woods. I switched off my music and decided to really listen for the sounds and the silence of the woods. I was suprised that I actually heard something. I wasn't suprised at all that I liked what I heard.
I now sit at the duck pond, watching the most amusing flock of bright looking birds clumsily make their way out of the water to investigate my presence. I take out my journal and put my pen to paper. As I continue to watch them, there is a disturbing presence in the background ofthis otherwise deserted spot where I sit. I look up and see a middle aged man climb a distant tree and hang himself upside down from one of its brances as his wife looks on.
I stare and then decide I've seen enough for a day. Just then Dad calls and asks me if I intend being home in time for breakfast. I tell him Im getting up to leave and apologize for the delay.
As I get up to brush the leaves off of my pants I notice them only for the second time since I came to the park today. I smile. Not so much at the perfect fit and the perfect shade of grey, but at the passing thought that I might not be here if it were'nt for my new grey hot pants.
___
I bought these new gym pants yesterday. I mean they are really hot. I had to grab the nearest occassion to wear them ... hey, what?!? You've never done this before ?!?
___
So my little walk-in-the-park-to-show-off-my-new-gym-pants could have ended up being just that. Only that would have been plain embarassing to write home about. Therefore, this post is not really just about my fashion parade. It did start of dangerously like that. I was well aware of my I-Pod perfectly complemeting the shade of my new grey hot pants. I was confident and happy to be part of the walkers world. I switched on my music, decided to look out for cute joggers and took off.
I felt the gentle nudge of a soon-to-come winter in the cool morning air, just as my favourite country song came on. Suddenly, I started to notice the shades of green around me and a random thought of 'how green was not just one colour but many pretty ones' found its way to my head. I think thats when I began to forget what I'd really come here to do.
The brisk round of the park that I'd planned soon followed with a slow second. I took time to observe the obvious signs life around me and to look out for the quieter ones -
> I laughed quietly when a I passed group of pensioners sitting around practicing 'laughter therapy' and planning a movie at PVR.
> I smiled when I walked by a little girl of about 8 earnestly practicing 'Pranayam' that her grandmother was teaching her.
> Despite being a part of the large majority that watches but doesn't play cricket, I felt the child in me rejoice along with the kids I saw playing the game.
> I left the walkers path and strayed to a quiet place that gave me the illusion of being alone in the woods. I switched off my music and decided to really listen for the sounds and the silence of the woods. I was suprised that I actually heard something. I wasn't suprised at all that I liked what I heard.
I now sit at the duck pond, watching the most amusing flock of bright looking birds clumsily make their way out of the water to investigate my presence. I take out my journal and put my pen to paper. As I continue to watch them, there is a disturbing presence in the background ofthis otherwise deserted spot where I sit. I look up and see a middle aged man climb a distant tree and hang himself upside down from one of its brances as his wife looks on.
I stare and then decide I've seen enough for a day. Just then Dad calls and asks me if I intend being home in time for breakfast. I tell him Im getting up to leave and apologize for the delay.
As I get up to brush the leaves off of my pants I notice them only for the second time since I came to the park today. I smile. Not so much at the perfect fit and the perfect shade of grey, but at the passing thought that I might not be here if it were'nt for my new grey hot pants.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
"Happy New Year" say we
We say it a lot. We say it many ways. We almost always mean it.
We also probably make our celebration of the occasion a tad too immoderate.
In fact, the entire month of December has a celebratory air to it. The SMS'es, the end of the year sales, the excessive partying seems all to be building momentum for that moment when the nearest clock strikes 12 on the night of the eve of the year to be ushered in. Phew.
As early as 2 weeks before, Ive had the girls ask if I've decided on/shopped for/confirmed with boyfriend what to wear on D day. Even before the eternal question of 'So what plans for New Years Eve?' is asked, let alone waited to be answered, the attire must be appropriated. Of course you have plans. You don't already??? But surely, something. Wait, I can arrange for passes. There's this fantabulous party on...
Then, there are the SMS'es, did I mention. I honestly like the more simple ones. Genuine somehow they seem to me. I even look forward to them. The bad jokes and the oh-they-never-end words of wisdom forwarded to the entire address book, get my goat.
Of course with clothes bought, drinking apetites suitably revived and rythmic dancing carelessly practiced, the New Year is more than eagerly awaited. Whichever DJ you're lucky to have, woud'nt have it in his music to get as many people on the dance floor as the 'last 5 minutes to New Year' cry does. Then there are mushy couples, formal smiley couples, large loud families, small quiet ones, peppy college girls, kids in pinks and greens all 'dancing the night away'. I do hope you're been at one of those parties where they have confetti sprayed down at the strike of 12, the lights switched off and sudden silence dramatically enhanced. It can be quite an anti climax to have the weather, the friends, the loved ones, quite nearly the same.
If you've been banking on the new clothes, the dancing and the large vodka to make you feel all 'Happy New Year', there might be a bit of a let down.
If you're lucky to be around people who care for you, the ones you love, then there's something that feels good in knowing that some things, despite the changing seasons and years will not change. Some will. For the better. For the worse. It is for us to evolve through all of this and learn our lessons.
Relationships will be made, some will need to be gotten over, a good many strenghthened.
Seasons will change, much as before (Im not accounting for global warming)
Go ahead, make your resolutions, honour some, you'll do just fine.
Its the 'New Year' , it is. And I wish you and me a very 'Happy' one.
We also probably make our celebration of the occasion a tad too immoderate.
In fact, the entire month of December has a celebratory air to it. The SMS'es, the end of the year sales, the excessive partying seems all to be building momentum for that moment when the nearest clock strikes 12 on the night of the eve of the year to be ushered in. Phew.
As early as 2 weeks before, Ive had the girls ask if I've decided on/shopped for/confirmed with boyfriend what to wear on D day. Even before the eternal question of 'So what plans for New Years Eve?' is asked, let alone waited to be answered, the attire must be appropriated. Of course you have plans. You don't already??? But surely, something. Wait, I can arrange for passes. There's this fantabulous party on...
Then, there are the SMS'es, did I mention. I honestly like the more simple ones. Genuine somehow they seem to me. I even look forward to them. The bad jokes and the oh-they-never-end words of wisdom forwarded to the entire address book, get my goat.
Of course with clothes bought, drinking apetites suitably revived and rythmic dancing carelessly practiced, the New Year is more than eagerly awaited. Whichever DJ you're lucky to have, woud'nt have it in his music to get as many people on the dance floor as the 'last 5 minutes to New Year' cry does. Then there are mushy couples, formal smiley couples, large loud families, small quiet ones, peppy college girls, kids in pinks and greens all 'dancing the night away'. I do hope you're been at one of those parties where they have confetti sprayed down at the strike of 12, the lights switched off and sudden silence dramatically enhanced. It can be quite an anti climax to have the weather, the friends, the loved ones, quite nearly the same.
If you've been banking on the new clothes, the dancing and the large vodka to make you feel all 'Happy New Year', there might be a bit of a let down.
If you're lucky to be around people who care for you, the ones you love, then there's something that feels good in knowing that some things, despite the changing seasons and years will not change. Some will. For the better. For the worse. It is for us to evolve through all of this and learn our lessons.
Relationships will be made, some will need to be gotten over, a good many strenghthened.
Seasons will change, much as before (Im not accounting for global warming)
Go ahead, make your resolutions, honour some, you'll do just fine.
Its the 'New Year' , it is. And I wish you and me a very 'Happy' one.
Monday, January 1, 2007
Prelude
I officially work as an analyst with a leading consulting firm. Great, so after that icebreaker (as much of a disclaimer) I shall proceed to tell you a bit about this blog. The above mentioned occupation habituates a need for an agenda, a master plan and a vision for this or any document. For those of you who've battled the irritating desire to get straight to the blog contents and are still with me, be glad. I am going to share no such thing. I shall aim to put all my impulsive, random musings to some semblance of creative structure.
This not a reflection of the where I work, who I am, what I like or not.
This might mirror the world as I see it and also maybe as I would like to see it.
Sometimes its just some random musings.
But this blog comes from the heart.
This not a reflection of the where I work, who I am, what I like or not.
This might mirror the world as I see it and also maybe as I would like to see it.
Sometimes its just some random musings.
But this blog comes from the heart.
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