• Relative Values

    These days, i find i am ‘doing’ the things that ‘happened’ to me in childhood, to this generation of kids (perverts, mind your mind !!)..simply because i am reaching the stage of life that my relatives were in,at that time…Relatives were important initially coz of the attention they gave, and perhaps also because of the favourable comparisons (favourable to me, that is..hehe) they made with their offspring…. and it was only a sidenote that they used to give pocket money when they left….
    unfortunately, increased exposure to the material world gradually converted the sidenote to a headline..well, thats the excuse..:)..gradually their visits became important because they became a major source of revenue… i will refrain from commenting on the status of the comparisons…
    On my last visit to kerala, i ended up on the ‘relative’ side of things… quite obviously, i wasnt so naive that i couldnt understand the relatively low value of affection(for the kids, that is)… i was smug in the knowledge that, at the time of saying bye, i would be bestowing some surprise pocket money on the ‘kids’…. but i realised how ‘out of touch’ i was with the world, when hours before departure, the ‘kids’started asking me how much i planned to give them…. the only solace was that i had matched their expectations in value…at least i think i did… shudder to think of comparisons!! Innocence was not lost, it wasnt there at all!! …*sulk*
    until next time, get some values!!

  • A Reason to blog

    I think i have followed a predictable path in blogging, starting out when rediff hyped blogging in early 2003, precisely because of that reason, hype. i felt it was a good forum, still do, though some apprehensions still remain, primarily to do with the commercialisation of the medium.the next step was playing around with template, going all green after going visiting..hehe..i think the only one remaining (in my list) from that era is swb. cant help say that i still feel green when i see some of his content..:).. what, i guess, followed was a deliberate attemptto make the content interesting to readers, to put it more bluntly,anything to increase traffic!!…hehe
    it actually seems a long time ago, though we are talking only of times a year and a half back…. when i read the earlier posts objectively(as much as possible), i can actually see the person evolving with the blog (there are some who would question the particular word used..hehe)….over a period of time, the blog has meant different things to me – ego boosts, acceptance, freedom.. to name a few.
    now readers are important to me in a whole new way – like friends in school/college..to be taken for granted when around, and to be missed terribly when not around… now, posts are moments captured in time.
    for many people, images do the trick, but for me, the regular ‘picture and thousand words’ doesnt make sense in this particular context. some time later, i can read this post and understand exactly what i felt at 10.30 am on 24 sep 2004….
    at different points in time, we have different reasons for doing things, and for me, now, this is the reason to blog….
    now….weekends should start on a happy note, and thats enough reason for some
    Solid Humour, I Thought
    Here are the top eight comments made by NBC sports commentators during the Summer Olympics:
    1. Weightlifting commentator: “This is Gregoriava from Bulgaria. I saw her snatch this morning during her warm up and it was amazing.”
    2. Dressage commentator: “This is really a lovely horse and I speak from personal experience since I once mounted her mother.”
    3. Paul Hamm, Gymnast: “I owe a lot to my parents, especially my mother and father.”
    4. Boxing Analyst: “Sure there have been injuries, and even some deaths in boxing, but none of them really that serious.”
    5. Basketball analyst: “He dribbles a lot and the opposition doesn’t like it. In fact you can see it all over their faces.”
    6. At the rowing medal ceremony: “Ah, isn’t that nice, the wife of the IOC president is hugging the cox of the British crew.”
    7. Soccer commentator: “Julian Dicks is everywhere. It’s like they’ve got eleven Dicks on the field.”
    8. Tennis commentator: “One of the reasons Andy is playing so well is that, before the final round, his wife takes out his balls and kisses them…

    till next time, keep reasoning

  • The Lighthouse

    Thats how i would describe this template. i am not sure if blogger has named it the same. the template is partly the reason i decided to shift here (psst psst, i am sick of copy pasting template codes from sites..hehe)
    i love the sea, must have something to do with my starsign, that and the fishy character bit :)… and i love all the visuals they have used in the template – the clouds, the waves breaking against the rocks,the lighthouse itself…..
    the clouds, because of the sense of serenity and infinity that they portray…. the rocks and the waves, which show me the paradoxical situations of end and continuity..
    ..and the lighthouse – waves crashing all around, but still standing strong… seeing clearly the things around, helping others see it too, awake when everyone is asleep, awake when everyone is sheltered, awake to help people find the shore safely….
    …one day, i hope to live life like the lighthouse, remain awake, see things clearly,help others see too, and still stand strong….(uh oh, scary thought..did i just describe a call centre job??)
    till next time, lighten up !!

  • my new scripts…..

    all endings are also beginnings. we just dont know it at that time……… damn , if i knew how to write such profound statements, i would also be sitting on my second bestseller by now, instead of being confined to a virtual presence, but hell, who says thats bad. those first two lines were from the book i just finished reading – “five people you meet in heaven“. i will refrain from doing a review, the last time i did it, i scared off potential readers.
    wokay, thats enough publicity for the book, lets talk about ME for some time…hehe, did i scare you?
    i feel bad getting out of rediff, like i told D, its like leaving your first home. but version 1 seemed to be getting too serious for my own good, so i am making a conscious effort to be slightly more ‘normal’. i wish i could explain ‘normal’ to you. mundane is definitely a parameter and so is humour and increased frequency. i frankly dont know if this is justification enough, the company remains the same, and you still find a lot of stuff you used to find in version 1, but JUST GIMME SOME MORE TIME, OKAY!!..oops, sorry again….
    but like i have said before, each blog has a character separate from the individual behind it, and it is easier to create a new entity rather than change this character …
    “Without change, something sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken.” ~ Frank Herbert
    ……….and so he has
    until next time, keep the change!!

  • < /manuscrypts.rediffblogs.com >

    actually the title is self explanatory.but since readers are readers, an explanation is the least i can do. i believe that since blogging is a mode of self expression, the posts lose objectivity after a certain amount of time and become monotonous, almost like a broken record, like old wine in a new bottle…
    to be very honest, i am extremely sad at going off rediff..like i told my wife, its like moving out of your first home, it hurts.. but sometimes the new home is just better, and you can only fight the temptation for so long. i have lost the fight, for now….
    and though i plan to be back, somewhere, i hope to keep this one like asimov’s second foundation, hidden from the mainstream and safe to keep my spirit of blogging alive, and remind me of how it all started….
    so, until i surface again, its adieu…..
    and in
    manuscrypts trivia
    this seems to be a perfect fit for the occasion
    If you’re leaving close the door.
    I’m not expecting people anymore.
    Hear me grieving, I’m lying on the floor.
    Whether I’m drunk or dead I really ain’t too sure.
    I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man and my world is pale.
    When a blind man cries, Lord, you know there ain’t no sadder tale.
    Had a friend once in a room,
    had a good time but it ended much too soon.
    In a cold month in that room
    we found a reason for the things we had to do.
    I’m a blind man, I’m a blind man, now my room is cold.
    When a blind man cries, Lord, you know he feels it from his soul.

    “When a blind man cries” – Deep Purple

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