This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.
Messengers, with tidings from unkown skies, greet me and speed along the road. My heart is glad within, and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.
From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door, and I know that of a sudden the happy moment will arrive when I shall see.
In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone. In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise.
- Rabindra Nath Tagore, Gitanjali
Monday, July 9, 2007
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Wear Suncreen!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwVVpwBKUp0
And this they say is the original video...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfq_A8nXMsQ
Ladies and gentlemen, of the class of '99.
Wear Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind.
You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind.
The kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees.
You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance.
So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can.
Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.
And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen
And this they say is the original video...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfq_A8nXMsQ
Ladies and gentlemen, of the class of '99.
Wear Sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
Oh, never mind.
You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future.
Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind.
The kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.
Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy.
Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.
The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults.
If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters.
Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees.
You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.
Your choices are half chance.
So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body.
Use it every way you can.
Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents.
You never know when they'll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings.
They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths:
Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander.
You, too, will get old.
And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you have a trust fund.
Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.
But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia.
Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Life or Something Like It
Liked this post. Check out the link..
http://peeyush.wordpress.com/2007/06/28/life-or-something-like-it/
http://peeyush.wordpress.com/2007/06/28/life-or-something-like-it/
How Evil Are You?
| You Are 20% Evil |
 You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm. Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want! |
I was excited about this quiz. Had thought I'd score well but didn't :(
Friday, June 22, 2007
Gatsby.. Not really a review!!
Finished reading 'The Great Gatsby'. It's an interesting story about misplaced priorities of some lives; about a genuine man and the world around him; I can understand why Holden Caulfield must have liked this book. People like Gatsby must have come as a relief for him in the world. Gatsby was not only genuine, he was also careful and focussed. Careful people make sure they don't mess up things too much. Sometimes it's good to be careless at least as long as it doesn't harm anyone around.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Fury!!
Erinnyes, 'the angry ones', are the three goddesses of fury, according to the Greek and Roman mythology.
"..who were born from the falling drops of blood of Uranus (Sky) when he was mutilated by his son, the Titan Cronus. The drops fell on Mother Earth (Gaea) and impregnated her."
Depicted as dog-headed, or bat winged, dressed in black robes. However, they were given a softer appearance in all works of art and stage, to avoid invoking their anger. It is belived that they are mainly aggravated by disrespect shown by children towards parents. However, originally they are meant to represent the psychological torments associated with a guilty conscience and that's how they come into picture in Salman Rushdie's 'Fury'.
The introduction to the book had intrigued me, when it spoke about Malik Solanka's inexplicable fury and his fear of harming his loved ones. More than half the book kept me curious that way. I wouldn't say I was pleased with the story - firstly, because it was depressing, secondly, because it was not what I had imagined :) - but then the way the story is told remained intriguing and interesting throughout. Every idea expressed is commendable. I have happened to like the author much more than the book. Would recommend the book for the author's innovation and his in-depth scrutiny of the complexities of human behaviour and relationships.
"..who were born from the falling drops of blood of Uranus (Sky) when he was mutilated by his son, the Titan Cronus. The drops fell on Mother Earth (Gaea) and impregnated her."
Depicted as dog-headed, or bat winged, dressed in black robes. However, they were given a softer appearance in all works of art and stage, to avoid invoking their anger. It is belived that they are mainly aggravated by disrespect shown by children towards parents. However, originally they are meant to represent the psychological torments associated with a guilty conscience and that's how they come into picture in Salman Rushdie's 'Fury'.
The introduction to the book had intrigued me, when it spoke about Malik Solanka's inexplicable fury and his fear of harming his loved ones. More than half the book kept me curious that way. I wouldn't say I was pleased with the story - firstly, because it was depressing, secondly, because it was not what I had imagined :) - but then the way the story is told remained intriguing and interesting throughout. Every idea expressed is commendable. I have happened to like the author much more than the book. Would recommend the book for the author's innovation and his in-depth scrutiny of the complexities of human behaviour and relationships.
Thursday, June 7, 2007
My latest theory on life!!!
Life can either be made into a third class hindi movie or into an Art. It all depends on the smallest choices you make. The story remains the same - the dialogues and the scenes can vary.
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