Sunday, November 30, 2008

Today...

Today ---

I wore only one earring.

I learnt about the oilyness of oil paints.

I understood the importance of 'self' in the word self-realization.

I made 200 photos in RAW.

I met three Jokers, and learnt a little more about boys.

I kept shut instead of talking.

I decided that I don't horde anything. 

Someone thanked me with tears in their eyes and left me with tears in mine.

Today, I'm blessed.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Mumbai Marathon 2009

Happy to find that next year's Mumbai Marathon (18 January, 2009) will be support Isha Vidhya -- the foundation's efforts towards empowering rural youth. A simple idea of sparking the natural thirst that children have to know more, instead of stuffing a stuffy syllabus down their throats.

Enough time for me to put on my sneakers and get in shape to run!


PS: Registrations are closed. Looks like I'll just be taking photos, whistling and waving flags. 

Bombaye

I just spoke to Mommy on the phone. She was in Andheri. On the railway station. 

I could hear Bombay noises around her. I felt so grateful to hear those noises... Especially after everything they say on the news.

She said she still feels like crying... and that it's very painful. But the hustle is coming back. Hopefully a little more thoughtful in its going about.

Of superheros

A group of Batman fanatics - call themselves The Batman Brotherhood, which took off from a communcity on Orkut, was started two years before the release of the Dark Knight.
They did everything fanatics do. Stayed awake night after night for news updates about the movie and trivia. Bought 'limited edition' tshirts. And 'limited edition' dolls (or action figures, as the testerstrone synonym). They painted their faces and learnt the trailers by heart. For two years, the drama continued.

After the first trailer released, the group met - once a week, and then almost everyday as the 'D-Day' came closer. Some of them pinned calendars on the wall, and peeled off a day, first thing each morning. Posters on walls to pray to everyday.

The premier - the group screamed a countdown after the national anthem and loudly scream out the Joker's favourite lines before the movie began.

“He does not have superpowers. He could be any one of us. The idea of a superhero being grounded in reality is his most fascinating aspect.’’ A quote am borrowing from an online article about the group.

It's hilarious.

Right now, three of these boys are on a train from Bombay to Hyderabad. To see The Dark Knight at Prasads IMAX - the biggest 3D IMAX screen in the world. One of these three retards is an old friend from college. So, I'm going to play host to them tomorrow, and of course, join them for the movie. (My 4th time, I think.)

“We are not passionate about our heroes. We are obsessive freaks," they declare.

Amusing day tomorrow, I sense.

PS: I forgot to mention. When my friend pinged me yesterday, he said, Bombay needs A Dark Knight. 

Vaastu Games

Fear has power over us like nothing else. Here's an absurd, funny story.
Sadhguru was staying as a guest at someone's house. It was night time, and Sadhguru had retired to the bedroom. But his phone's battery died, and he had to make a few urgent calls overseas. So, he went out and knocked on the door of the host's bedroom. 

No answer. 

'He must be a deep sleeper.' More knocking. And some calling out.

No answer. 

Obviously the host wasn't in the bedroom. Sadhguru looked around in the house, but no sign of the man. Finally, Sadhguru went to a neighbour and requested them to phone-call his host. They did, and he appeared in the house in a few minutes.

Sadguru asked him where he'd been. The man just shrugged sheepishly and tried to brush it aside. But Sadhguru was really curious to know...

Finally the man said that he'd been sleeping in the bathroom of the second guest room in his house.

Because, because a vaastu chap had pronounced that if he slept in his bedroom, his business would collapse. So every night, this chap slept in a bathroom.

Incredible, no?

There are many examples of how people can manipulate us by introducing us to fear. It's fear that the terrorists are bringing to us. And it can destroy every fragment of intelligence if it gets to us.

Friday, November 28, 2008

We want a responsible government. A government that acts out of intelligence and is prepared to react to situations that need instant response. 

We want a government that communicates to us directly during emergencies. Not as guests on a new channel.

We want a government that gives our children a sensible education.

A government that stands against terrorism and stands against environmental destruction. Not a government playing games across borders.

We want a government that supports life and peace. Life that is not shadowed with doubt, fear, and misery.

But more and more it seems to me that no government can bring this to us. 
Blood is spilling. 

Our lives are not going to be the same. Never before have we stood at a brink where every action and every decision we make now is going to shape our survival, and the future of millions of lives.
The terrorists are laughing at us right now. We're cornered by our own anger, hatred, helplessness and our reaction is probably everything they want. They want us to declare war on Pakistan. They want us to go beserk on our Government and destroy our democracy, destroy our freedom.  They want us to go paranoid with elaborate and expensive security measures in every building and every corner. 

They want us to be ANGRY.

It's our nightmare, but it's their dream come true. 

It's not about India and Pakistan. If war breaks out, the terrorists are going to celebrate.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Bomb blasts in Bombay as we speak.

Phones jammed. Can't reach my family.

I've gone through this before.

Not panicking.

Isha at Google

Today was an important day. She and I had been planning/talking/wishing for this day for ages. We'd invited a teacher from Isha to come to Google and talk about the programs offered by Isha.

Our friends knew how much this meant. Sometimes we expressed it... and sometimes we didn't. Couldn't.

Days in advance we planned. We invited everyone. Spoke to dozens. Playfully demanded. Humbly requested. Intelligently drafted. About 60 people signed up.

Today was a blur of energy, hopes and high strung emotions. A few disappointments, but internal.

Everything went off well. About 23 people showed up. It's weird how much inertia gets into people with time.

I spoke for a couple of minutes. Managed to convey about 20% of what I could have. I was nervous. I shouldn't have been.

So, lessons learnt =

It's difficult, but important to not get attached to a desired consequence/result of the activity.
It's better to be involved 100% and be prepared for any consequence, even better, not concerned about the consequences.

Theek hai?

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To add more to what's coming up -am going to dive deep into my spiritual journey. It won't be easy to understand, and for sure it's going to be harder for me to express. But well, I am on the road, am not turning back, and I might as well tell you what it's like.

I like sharing the scenery.

The moment of reckoning is here

Ok, this is it. The time has finally come. I have held this back too long. Today was an important day. And there were a lot of things I held back and didn't say. There was a strong email I didn't send. And this has gone on too long.

Even on this blog, I've been fairly hesitant and cautious. I didn't want to alarm my readers. But I'm changing my mind. Changed.

I was on my flying carpet, and I decided that I can't hold it back anymore. And anyway what's this blog for anyway? Not to entertain you. You'd rather go for a movie, no? This blog is for me to share. And if you care to read, I'm happy.

The next few blog posts are going to be brutally intense. They may spill off this page. I'm spilling.
Ok ok, I was kidding. I love Project 50. It gives me kicks.

But right now, am bursting with something. Don't know what it is, but its making me jump up and down. 

I also want to say:

Everybody is a crazy lady.

I also want to say that I have to be careful to not let this spill out to much. It alarms people. Intense but relaxed is the way.

More later/soon.

Yooohoooooo.

Grumble bumble

I hate this Project 50 business.
What was I thinking? Do I look like I can pull 50 blog posts out of my hat like BananaFish?

And when I post my elusive, profound world-truths, the world laughs at me. Just because I can manage them in one sentence.

I've had enough.

I guess I'm better off using my time watching my fingernails grow and shivering with excitement about today's Big Event.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

SUPER CALI FRAGI LISTIC EXPI ALI DOCIOUS

Pussy. 
Balls.

Among the first words you learn in English. Ever.

Too many words have too many meanings, and I don't know if that's the charm of the language or a perversity.

A week ago, I was sure that words are extremely handicapped and tip-of-the-iceberg in their capacity to really express. I was almost beginning to feel helpless and dejected about blogging.

And since then, I guess am changing my mind. I've come across atleast half a dozen lovely blogs and fallen in love with the authors. They've made me laugh, cry, and want to hit them with ice-cubes.

So, I guess am just going to let them be.

Sometimes incredibly potent. Sometimes misleading and misunderstood. Sometimes vulgar and sometimes absolutely pure. Sometimes pointlessly complicated.

Just no point in labeling words. 

PS: While thinking of a title, I googled 'Longest word in English'. Oh boy: