I have been born and brought up in a religious (not fanatic) family, a family with hundreds of years of holding various pujas perfectly at home. Not the puja which every hindu holds at the home altar, but the pujas which are performed on specific dates..durgapuja, kalipuja, lakshmipuja, saraswatipuja etc.
My ancestral home number 1 has atleast a dozen temples still maintained by my family through our priests. Being born in such a family, very naturally I had a deep attraction for God. And I admit without least embarassment that my being depends on God.
I simply love the atmosphere which says something holy. I feel a deep attraction toward it.
I have a marvellous friend, Girish, a couple of years ago he manipulated me into doing meditation, I do it as per my own rules, and he is quite aghast about that. But, the thing which I noted within a few weeks of starting it that an old sensation was coming back to me, a deep feeling at the junction point of both eyebrows. As if there is some pressure. Girish was quite impressed by that.
Then I read during my medical transcription course that one of the sinuses is located exactly at that place.
What a disillusionment!!!
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Rainy days
The time of year, which is a little too long for west bengal or any other coastal region but still is charming.
Those drops pouring down from above, soothing every thing they touch. It’s a great fun for homebirds like me. To stand at the window and watch them pouring down. Specially after the scorching heat which we faced this year.
Every thing transforms with them, the trees become greener, small sprouts start to shoot up every where, vines start to grow in a grat speed and their dazzling, fresh green colour is too much soothing to the eyes.
I just loved to see those pearldrops coming down on vibrant green grass and bushes, trees.
Additional benefits are always there, the coolness enveloping our bodies after scorching heat.
Those drops pouring down from above, soothing every thing they touch. It’s a great fun for homebirds like me. To stand at the window and watch them pouring down. Specially after the scorching heat which we faced this year.
Every thing transforms with them, the trees become greener, small sprouts start to shoot up every where, vines start to grow in a grat speed and their dazzling, fresh green colour is too much soothing to the eyes.
I just loved to see those pearldrops coming down on vibrant green grass and bushes, trees.
Additional benefits are always there, the coolness enveloping our bodies after scorching heat.
Friday, July 3, 2009
unsung songs
Friends, people who fill up our lonely hours, who act as wind beneath our wings and the people we mostly neglect. We miss them and regret this fact when we have parted our ways, not out of dislikation, out of priorities..
When I look back, I think about some of them with deepest affection. Even though I rarely mixed with men before my thirties, I humbly admit most of these are men I met after crossing my thirties.
First person who comes into my mind is steve, an angel without wings from chicago, who completely changed my life by becoming my mentor.
Four more fabulous friends from the same time, ashish, madhavan, pradeep and girish.. they have acted like wind beneath my wings for years. Two of them are still my friends.
Three guys I met while I was working in a circus (a corporate office run by a drama queen) who taught me that worst environment doesnot kills a man’s soul Wriju, Rohit and Adnan.
The next guy, though he is 11 years junior than me, I can open heartedly admit that I almost adore him. He is ideal human being and boss in my eyes. He brought up my nerves from ashes after leaving drama queen and made me a human being again.. shubhadeep. Wherever he is my heart and soul blessings are, were and will be always with him.
Fortunately now I have dozens of fantastic friends under one roof. And most of them are girls… ladies, these women has changed my point of view about women and convinced me that women can be the very best friends of women. But there are guys too, who are equally fantastic. I just dote after them. they mean too much to me.
When I look back, I think about some of them with deepest affection. Even though I rarely mixed with men before my thirties, I humbly admit most of these are men I met after crossing my thirties.
First person who comes into my mind is steve, an angel without wings from chicago, who completely changed my life by becoming my mentor.
Four more fabulous friends from the same time, ashish, madhavan, pradeep and girish.. they have acted like wind beneath my wings for years. Two of them are still my friends.
Three guys I met while I was working in a circus (a corporate office run by a drama queen) who taught me that worst environment doesnot kills a man’s soul Wriju, Rohit and Adnan.
The next guy, though he is 11 years junior than me, I can open heartedly admit that I almost adore him. He is ideal human being and boss in my eyes. He brought up my nerves from ashes after leaving drama queen and made me a human being again.. shubhadeep. Wherever he is my heart and soul blessings are, were and will be always with him.
Fortunately now I have dozens of fantastic friends under one roof. And most of them are girls… ladies, these women has changed my point of view about women and convinced me that women can be the very best friends of women. But there are guys too, who are equally fantastic. I just dote after them. they mean too much to me.
Borrowed things
Happiness purchased on borrowed resources never last. This is a golden truth of life.
I have often heard a proverb in my childhood, don’t wear other people’s jewelleries.. if you get attached to them you will hurt yourself. If you lose them you will hurt yourself.
So very true, it is specially reflected in today’s credit card age. I really feel pity for those who borrow money and double pity for those who get attached to borrowed luxury.
Where have those days gone when the lady of the house used to pin point at the beginning of month how much money should go to which account? And she used to follow that to the core.
I still prefer that lifestyle. Save money and then buy the things. Today we both work in good posts and bought a flat on borrowed money, massive instalments due every month.. then job market goes down and one loses job.. the creditors start to humilliate out on the street..
Its far better to spread one’s leg to the limit which the spread covers it.
Its not that the people of our earlier generations did not built their homes, they did, but ten years later than we do. But by their own money. Without the fear of being haunted by creditors.
I have often heard a proverb in my childhood, don’t wear other people’s jewelleries.. if you get attached to them you will hurt yourself. If you lose them you will hurt yourself.
So very true, it is specially reflected in today’s credit card age. I really feel pity for those who borrow money and double pity for those who get attached to borrowed luxury.
Where have those days gone when the lady of the house used to pin point at the beginning of month how much money should go to which account? And she used to follow that to the core.
I still prefer that lifestyle. Save money and then buy the things. Today we both work in good posts and bought a flat on borrowed money, massive instalments due every month.. then job market goes down and one loses job.. the creditors start to humilliate out on the street..
Its far better to spread one’s leg to the limit which the spread covers it.
Its not that the people of our earlier generations did not built their homes, they did, but ten years later than we do. But by their own money. Without the fear of being haunted by creditors.
Second thanks
I have truly admired ambumani ramadoss since the day he banned smoking in public places, not that it stopped it, but it showed he cared.
Second thing I loved about him was his earnest attempt to revoke the unfair treatment of people who love people of same gender. It was widely criticized but his seed has become a tree. Finally indian government has taken this too much needed step of treating normal citizens as normal citizens. Keeping my fingers crossed that it wont be revoked. My best wishes for these harmless, normal human beings who have been unfairly mistreated for years and famillies have ruined because of an unfair law.
Supported with best wishes.
Second thing I loved about him was his earnest attempt to revoke the unfair treatment of people who love people of same gender. It was widely criticized but his seed has become a tree. Finally indian government has taken this too much needed step of treating normal citizens as normal citizens. Keeping my fingers crossed that it wont be revoked. My best wishes for these harmless, normal human beings who have been unfairly mistreated for years and famillies have ruined because of an unfair law.
Supported with best wishes.
too much sacrifice
Till date I have worked only in one so called corporate office. And after working in that I decided that I wont join another. Because the level of compromise they ask for is impossible to offer.
They appoint normal, ambitious human beings and transform them into shameless, ruthless, money hungry creatures. They expect all type of moral compromises from you, and if you don’t oblige the doors are open.
Working with them can be real torture from them, I left my office after a nasty drama created by my dramaqueen boss. I still remember the scene, how the quite nice, soft people were a mute spectator of the entire drama. Some of them had quite a nice term with me. Specially a few of them.
I still remember three of them, they were perfectly wonderful people, one was out of town but the remaining two were present there. I still remember the agitated face of one of them. it was quite clear by his face that he was furious but could not do any thing. He was sitting at the reception and shaking with anger, watching the entire drama.
Glad that I did not gave in to that moral compromisation.
They appoint normal, ambitious human beings and transform them into shameless, ruthless, money hungry creatures. They expect all type of moral compromises from you, and if you don’t oblige the doors are open.
Working with them can be real torture from them, I left my office after a nasty drama created by my dramaqueen boss. I still remember the scene, how the quite nice, soft people were a mute spectator of the entire drama. Some of them had quite a nice term with me. Specially a few of them.
I still remember three of them, they were perfectly wonderful people, one was out of town but the remaining two were present there. I still remember the agitated face of one of them. it was quite clear by his face that he was furious but could not do any thing. He was sitting at the reception and shaking with anger, watching the entire drama.
Glad that I did not gave in to that moral compromisation.
poisoned daggers w/out sheath
in our life we will meet two types of people, one who are not shy to show their real face to the world..if they are good they wear it on their sleeves, if they are bad then too they wear it on their sleeves.
The second type are the tricky ones, the ones I really don’t feel safe with, people who hide their evil nature by extreme sweetness. And often mimic good people (or semi angels) to the perfection to have their ways. Have seen ample amount of these people, and the moment I recognize them I instantly withdraw from them (by the means of heart).
The second type are the tricky ones, the ones I really don’t feel safe with, people who hide their evil nature by extreme sweetness. And often mimic good people (or semi angels) to the perfection to have their ways. Have seen ample amount of these people, and the moment I recognize them I instantly withdraw from them (by the means of heart).
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