Perspectives and perceptions

The beauty of a language or of an art or the sounds of voices is fully appreciated and known only by those who know its purpose, to express the fullest possible extent of all emotion. Right from birth, we speak the same language, slowly we learn more expressions, more clarity in terms of our thoughts and their usages. What hits us then is the realization when it comes to actual application of our learnings! Learning new words everyday and using them for the purpose of explaining your thoughts in fuller detail is just another high! When I mean simply clear, flowing, I can now call it lucid! When I mean extremely painful, I can call it excruciating! and when I reach a point, I needn't explain, I can hear the sound of silence which speaks a thousand words... The glances that convey much, more than expressions sometimes, those thoughts which are reflected on the face as though they're etched or carved for this particular purpose... The experiences that are the stimuli for the expre

thoughts, emotions, expressions, ideas, concepts, questions, answers, undulations, waves, surges, gushes, ravines, flow, smooth, clear, perennial, time, timelessness, constant, captivated, united, one, complete, full, whole, me. the other side, dreary, facades, disparities, voids, pretenses, shuffling gaze, uncertainty, unsure, unhappy, fake, altruistic, grey, searching, lost, not wants but have to's...

"Did you," so he asked him at one time, "did you too learn that secret from the river: that there is no time?" Vasudeva's dace was filled with a bright smile. "Yes, Siddhartha," he spoke. "it is this that you mean, isn't it: That the river is everywhere at one, at the source and at the mouth, at the waterfall, at the ferry, at the rapids, in the sea, in the mountains, everywhere at once, and that there is only the present time for it, not the shadow of the past, not the shadow of the future?" "This it is," said Siddhartha. "And when I had learned it, I looked at my life, and it was also a river, and the boy Siddhartha was only separated from the man Siddhartha and from the old man Siddhartha by a shadow, not by something real. Also, Siddhartha's previous births were not in the past, and his death and his return to Brahman was not in the future. Nothing was, nothing will be; everything is, everything has existence and is

Having heard rave reviews about this movie from a wide spectrum of people, I finally managed to get myself to go and watch this movie! Oft late, I had been completely avoiding Hindi movies, simply because they never did justice to the issue, the actors and most importantly to the Hollywood movie that they were “inspired” from… But Chak De was refreshingly good! I’ll explain the plot in brief, though it is a commonly known to all by now. Shahrukh Khan, who had been ostracized by the public, after his role as the Captain of the Indian Men’s National Hockey Team which lost the World Cup, comes back after a gap of 7 months to coach the Indian Women’s National Hockey Team. This team has 16 players, from all over the country, A.P., Maharashtra, Chandigarh , Haryana, Jharkhand, Manipur, Mizoram, Punjab and so on. Each of these girls has a definition to her character which is a mélange of cultures, languages, references and attitudes. The journey from being raw individual players to

When it's time for bed, I'm feeling blue, the sombre sky just no clue, a lonely heart and a lonelier pain fills me through and through, In spite of my thoughts, that fill my day, when the clock chimes nine, nothing seems to rhyme, The rhythm's gone and so has the mood, the zest that I had just caught a flu! It seems unnatural and very weird, like thinking about a shepherd's beard, There's got to be something, a link that I'm missing, maybe it's love, or simply just a hug, The truth however, remains just the same, when it's time for bed, I get the bedtime blues! (Had written this way back in January, so it's not a reflection on what I'm feeling now, but more of retrospection of what I felt then!)

I am feeling on the top of world, not that generally I don't feel special, but today was a different high! :) After ages, I was up against the P.C. with all my brawn, it was later when i began to use my brain, did things really work! For the ones in the dark, I was trying to install a web cam and get my headphones with the mic in it to work! Right from fiddling with the speakers, the volume control options, the bloody control panel, to making a thousand (5) test calls, and asking friends to become guinea pigs to help me in the effort, to finally hearing my own voice! Then to search for the product id (webcam), didn't have the installation cd, so had to google for the driver online, then to download and set up, and then find the right controls on programme to see image clearly, to finally being able to see me! :) what a high, what a beautiful feeling, not because i can see me or hear me, but because i know someone else will be! I feel like i'm on the top of the world right n

J’écrit avec un autre sentiment, Parce que j’écrit en français! Aprés un long temps, Je pensait dans cette langue, Quand j’ai retourné chez moi ce soir, J’ai vu la mÊme choses que je vois toujours, Mais, aujourd’hui c’était different! J’ai voulu ecrire mes sentiments, mes penses, Seulement parce que ça me fait trés heureux! La couleur de le ciel avec les arbes, La bleu avec la verte, Les expressions sur les visages de les gens en générale, Et je les vois, je pense, je réflechir and maintenant j’écrire! Le temps passe lentement, Comme il sait ce qu’il passe dans nous, Pendant la commute j’ai un sourire, Ma coeur était calme, Et j’ai retourné chez moi, Les 30 minutes ont passé comme un moment! Un moment de passion, amour, action, refléction..... (C’est plus façile d’écrire dans cette langue avec les mains! Il est trés difficile d’écrire français sur l’ordinateur!) Translation (it's hard to get the texture of t