Author: manuscrypts

  • See D !!!

    D and i wanted to see Zinda.. and being pirate friendly, had been asking the CD guy for a copy..but every weekend we asked, he had already given it to someone else, inspite of us asking him to keep it for us…and so the general conversation with the CD guy was
    D: Zinda hain?
    CD guy: nahi madam
    and after this ritual for 3 weekends, i really couldnt blame D when this conversation happened,
    D: Zinda hain?
    CD guy: nahi madam
    D: Home Delivery hain?
    CD guy: haan madam (and takes the VCD out for her)
    D: yeh nahi, hum paas main hi rehte hain, jab zinda hoga to home delivery kar dena..
    naah, i told her, but she didnt do it, it would have been fun.. 🙂
    until next time, zinda hoon main …

  • Vrooooom….

    When every traffic signal is seen as a Starting Grid
    When filling petrol is thought of as a pit stop
    And the petrol attendants your pit crew
    When all the different routes you take are circuits
    and turns are thought of as chicanes
    You oughta know that the F1 season is on………………….
    until next time, everyday is a raceday..

  • Unreasoning

    Uneventful, but peaceful, is a phrase i read recently, and it struck a chord in me, while i was wondering exactly what to write about…Some springs, they say, are eternal.. as for the normal ones, they have their runs, and then they have their dry runs..
    i guess its the same with bloggers too, sometimes the thoughts gush and flow, and you have to put a conscious stop to it, and at other times, you have to will yourself to write a post.. while there are a million reasons to post, there are only a few reasons not to post – either no time, or nothing to write about… the time problem is quite easy to solve, but the block isnt..
    i was wondering the reasons for the block – Every post’s genesis lies in some kind of stimulus – something you experience through your six senses, plus maybe your dreams, which then gets converted to a thought process and then on to a post… what if the things that you experience become routine and mundane, then theres no stimulus, no thought and no post… uneventful but peaceful, has perhaps become a way of life…
    until next time, everything that happens, happens for a reason..

  • Morning Sickness

    I envy the people who get up fresh every morning… Irrespective of how early i sleep or how late i wake up, the sleep i get is never enough.. of course, to the untrained minds, this would perhaps be an expression of laziness, but its not, because once i force myself to get up, theres absolutely no inertia involved…
    is it because of the amount of work i pack in the day, that invokes this feeling. maybe the body and the mind are reacting to its necessity for rest… i really dont know any other name to call it by hence the title of the post…
    I would love to sleep for an entire day and see the effects. maybe i will get over it, and then again, maybe i wont.. come to think of it, theres something about the ‘lazy’ yawn thats so appealing… ‘lazy’ sunday afternoons shouldnt be restricted to sundays alone..
    In fact, why does lazy have a negative connotation at all… i envy the people who get up fresh every morning… how blissful can ignorance be…
    until next time, yes, that was a lazy rant…

  • Welcome to wherever you are….

    A few days back, i read a post which brought out a couple of things that are always whirling about in my mind and so find a way some of my posts too.. one a smaller picture of the way we treat other humans, and the other a slightly larger one, of who decides what role i got in life – human,indian, keralite,middle class,all body parts functional,career in marketing etc..
    A bit of thought also made me realise that there could be many ways of looking at it. One could be remaining blissfully unaware and not even contemplating about the existence ofHis plan. Another could be recognising it but not too bothered by it. A third, which i see around me and sometimes within me, is the recognition with a step further.
    He made me to be here, now, the way i am. somehow, somewhere i have earned the right and i belong this way. His plan also has taken care of the pain and suffering i see around me and these are not the things i should be concerned with, its a part of the bigger canvas. The last, is where i hope to be at some point of time – a recognition of the plan but with the compassion to help out where i can…
    until next time, does He have a Plan B?