Mom comes to visit her son Kumar for dinner.....who lives with a girl
room mate Sunita. During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't
help but notice how pretty Kumar's roommate was. She had long been
suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had only made
her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she
started to wonder if there was more between Kumar and his roommate
than met the eye.
Reading his mom's thoughts, Kumar volunteered, 'I know what you must
be thinking, but I assure you, Sunita and I are just roommates.'
About a week later, Sunita came to Kumar saying, 'Ever since your
mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the silver plate. You
don't suppose she took it, do you?'
Kumar said ,'Well, I doubt it, but I'll email her, just to be sure.'
So he sat down and wrote :
Dear Mother:
I'm not saying that you 'did' take the silver plate from my house,
I'm not saying that you 'did not' take the silver plate.. But the
fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for
dinner.
Love, Kumar
A few days later, Kumar received an email from his Mother which read
Dear Son:
I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Sunita, and I'm not saying
that you 'do not' sleep with Sunita. But the fact remains that if she
was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the silver plate by
now
under the pillow...
Love,
Mom.
Lesson of the day:
Don't Lie to Your Mother...... .....especially if she is Indian !
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
We all are blind, we all are deaf
I was attending a yoga camp next to my house. Constantly I could hear the cry of a pup. It was disturbing me so much, I couldn’t concentrate in any of the asanas. Some old ladies shouted at me for turning to look hear and there. I told them about the cry, they said, “are you hearing it for the 1st time or what? There are a 100 dogs out there!”
I got up that instant and got out of the class.
I saw a pup- around a month old, at the road side, perhaps hit by a car. He was lying down, unable to move, ants eating his ears and nose.
Call me an emotional fool, but I’ve never seen anything dying a slow death before. And this was just a month old pup! I just burst into tears! I ran to him, my mere touch sent a wave of pain in his body. I went home and got a plank of wood and put him on it, so that there will be minimum movement and pain for him.
I rushed him to the veterinary hospital, the doctor was not there ( as always). The assistant gave the pup some injection and said he would be just fine. I was carrying the pup home in my car, when he started to shudder, shiver and within 15 minutes, he was dead!
I wanted to go back and question the assistant, but I was just tired! How blind and deaf has our society become?
I’ve tried to save a few dogs and cats as and when I saw them in trouble. A neighbor, was throwing new born kittens ( eyes not even opened) in the dustbin next to our house. I picked them up and gave them back to the owner, asked him to keep them till their eyes open and then I promised I’ll take away the kittens! The same neighbor came around asking for a male cat a few days back- said there were too many rats in his house.
I see people hitting , kicking animals the whole time. Many times I tried to stop- occasionally even falling in trouble!
I’ve seen cases when a big rich family kept a big breed of dog in a cage, and left him there without giving him anything to eat for days- to his slow death!
We are no doubt the most selfish species on this planet!
And no matter how many times I’ve tried to tell and convince people to have a heart towards the animals, they only laugh at me and tell me some nonsense!
I urge everyone to do just 1 thing- when you have kids, please give them the right values so that they turn into responsible citizens with fully functional eyes, ears and brain!
I got up that instant and got out of the class.
I saw a pup- around a month old, at the road side, perhaps hit by a car. He was lying down, unable to move, ants eating his ears and nose.
Call me an emotional fool, but I’ve never seen anything dying a slow death before. And this was just a month old pup! I just burst into tears! I ran to him, my mere touch sent a wave of pain in his body. I went home and got a plank of wood and put him on it, so that there will be minimum movement and pain for him.
I rushed him to the veterinary hospital, the doctor was not there ( as always). The assistant gave the pup some injection and said he would be just fine. I was carrying the pup home in my car, when he started to shudder, shiver and within 15 minutes, he was dead!
I wanted to go back and question the assistant, but I was just tired! How blind and deaf has our society become?
I’ve tried to save a few dogs and cats as and when I saw them in trouble. A neighbor, was throwing new born kittens ( eyes not even opened) in the dustbin next to our house. I picked them up and gave them back to the owner, asked him to keep them till their eyes open and then I promised I’ll take away the kittens! The same neighbor came around asking for a male cat a few days back- said there were too many rats in his house.
I see people hitting , kicking animals the whole time. Many times I tried to stop- occasionally even falling in trouble!
I’ve seen cases when a big rich family kept a big breed of dog in a cage, and left him there without giving him anything to eat for days- to his slow death!
We are no doubt the most selfish species on this planet!
And no matter how many times I’ve tried to tell and convince people to have a heart towards the animals, they only laugh at me and tell me some nonsense!
I urge everyone to do just 1 thing- when you have kids, please give them the right values so that they turn into responsible citizens with fully functional eyes, ears and brain!
26/ 11 The Blame Game
i read this on www.indiatime.com,
Man Mohan Singh, the prime minister
In his speech to the nation, PM Manmohan Singh mentioned ‘foreign powers’ without naming any. Sure, he is reticent about making direct accusations, but what is stopping him from standing up for his countrymen and let the rest of the world know what they already know. Even newborn babies would tell you that militants backed by Pakistan’s spy agencies are responsible for most terrorist attacks against India.
And while asserting his forceful stand on fighting terror, why did Mr. Singh have a bust of Mahatma Gandhi behind him? Did he mean to convey that India will advance another cheek if slapped on one?
Shivraj Patil, the home minister
His response to yesterday’s attacks was a classic cover-your-ass (CYA) response in which he kept insisting nobody knew if the attacks would come from sea, land or air. If Patil and his people cannot figure it out, they should just let someone else do the job.
LK Advani, the great Hindu hope
Until yesterday, Lal Krishna Advani was blasting the ATS chief for his investigation of radical hindu outfits. Today, everybody knows what a patriot and a braveheart Hemant Karkare was. Speaking to the media, Advani blamed intelligence failures. If the politicians keep involving intelligence agencies in politics, how will the ATS people have time to investigate? But of course, it’s the Hindu vote banks Advani has his eyes on.
Lalu Yadav, Amar Singh and Mulayam Singh - the rock stars of Northern skies
The influential trio of North India’s politics has sometimes advocated support for Islamic terrorist suspects and one of them has actually been busy garnering support for legal defense funds for those terrorist suspects. But of course, it’s the Muslim vote banks that they have their eyes on.
Bal Thackeray, the monarch of Hindu hearts
The monarch of Hindu hearts, and the only politician of any real influence in Mumbai, is quiet for a reason. His tiger’s den has been exposed to be a defenseless playground for terrorists. After 40 years of ruling Mumbai, Sena leaders and their followers have not succeeded in making this city any safer. In fact, Thackeray’s son and nephew lately diverted the law enforcement attention a little away from terrorism by bringing the Marathi-non Marathi issue back into limelight.
Other Maharashtra State politicians:
Their stature is so insignificant that they cannot influence anything either way.
Defense minister:
Anybody know who the defense minister is?
Man Mohan Singh, the prime minister
In his speech to the nation, PM Manmohan Singh mentioned ‘foreign powers’ without naming any. Sure, he is reticent about making direct accusations, but what is stopping him from standing up for his countrymen and let the rest of the world know what they already know. Even newborn babies would tell you that militants backed by Pakistan’s spy agencies are responsible for most terrorist attacks against India.
And while asserting his forceful stand on fighting terror, why did Mr. Singh have a bust of Mahatma Gandhi behind him? Did he mean to convey that India will advance another cheek if slapped on one?
Shivraj Patil, the home minister
His response to yesterday’s attacks was a classic cover-your-ass (CYA) response in which he kept insisting nobody knew if the attacks would come from sea, land or air. If Patil and his people cannot figure it out, they should just let someone else do the job.
LK Advani, the great Hindu hope
Until yesterday, Lal Krishna Advani was blasting the ATS chief for his investigation of radical hindu outfits. Today, everybody knows what a patriot and a braveheart Hemant Karkare was. Speaking to the media, Advani blamed intelligence failures. If the politicians keep involving intelligence agencies in politics, how will the ATS people have time to investigate? But of course, it’s the Hindu vote banks Advani has his eyes on.
Lalu Yadav, Amar Singh and Mulayam Singh - the rock stars of Northern skies
The influential trio of North India’s politics has sometimes advocated support for Islamic terrorist suspects and one of them has actually been busy garnering support for legal defense funds for those terrorist suspects. But of course, it’s the Muslim vote banks that they have their eyes on.
Bal Thackeray, the monarch of Hindu hearts
The monarch of Hindu hearts, and the only politician of any real influence in Mumbai, is quiet for a reason. His tiger’s den has been exposed to be a defenseless playground for terrorists. After 40 years of ruling Mumbai, Sena leaders and their followers have not succeeded in making this city any safer. In fact, Thackeray’s son and nephew lately diverted the law enforcement attention a little away from terrorism by bringing the Marathi-non Marathi issue back into limelight.
Other Maharashtra State politicians:
Their stature is so insignificant that they cannot influence anything either way.
Defense minister:
Anybody know who the defense minister is?
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
The Book That Made Me
I was never fond of reading as a child. My mother bought loads of books- with illustrations, without illustrations, cartoon series- but to no avail. My sister finally handed me a Noddy when I was in 7th std, she said it was high time I start reading something. Noddy is made for KG students requirements. It has around 20 pages, half a page is full of pictures. I came from a Marathi medium school, so I could be excused for reading this book- my sis re assured me. I wasn’t enjoying reading this book- but at least I was reading all the pages and finishing the book.
In the holiday’s of 7th std, I saw a fat book on my father’s table- Sidney Sheldon “Tell Me Your Dreams” . I’ve been very fascinated with dreams, and I thought this might be something dealing with that. So I picked it up. My sis came around, she giggled, “see the size 1st. see the size!” I banged the book on the table and went out to play.
That night, I secretly got that book and opened to read the 1st page. In comparison to Noddy, the font was extremely small, and since I was hiding and reading it- it made things even more difficult for me. But the 1st page itself was so interesting, I read on.
Pages turned into chapters and minutes turned into hours- the plot moved damn fast and it wasn’t like I was reading a book, it was as if I was watching a film. My mom and sis did tell me books are more interesting than films but I never paid attention to them. My imagination, coupled with the words of the author was better than any film I had watched!
It was late, somewhere around 3 am, I could hardly sleep, and I was already through half the book.
Next morning, my sister was surprised to see me sleeping with a book in my hands. When she woke me up, I hurriedly brushed and got back to reading. Within a few hours I had read that fat book- and was left completely awestruck!
That year, I read all his books.
Sidney Sheldon has had such an impact on me- I always thought I loved his books, until recently when I realize a lot of my thought process is a result of his books and plots. His protagonist always is a woman, and a woman who is hurt by someone- and she hits back with vengeance!
Today, when I am hurt- the 1st reaction is to take revenge! Tit for tat! An eye for an eye!
My values have been always to learn to forget and to forgive- but I find myself in a confusing state of mind. Life really works the way Sidney says in his books. There have been incidences when I was back stabbed by my closest pals, people I trusted so much! Nobody talks about it- but Revenge- everyone takes! It simply feels good!
But now I want to rise higher, get out of this Sidney effect and learn to live life in a peaceful manner- I am sure it has to be a book again which will teach me a new way of life. And I am in search of it!
In the holiday’s of 7th std, I saw a fat book on my father’s table- Sidney Sheldon “Tell Me Your Dreams” . I’ve been very fascinated with dreams, and I thought this might be something dealing with that. So I picked it up. My sis came around, she giggled, “see the size 1st. see the size!” I banged the book on the table and went out to play.
That night, I secretly got that book and opened to read the 1st page. In comparison to Noddy, the font was extremely small, and since I was hiding and reading it- it made things even more difficult for me. But the 1st page itself was so interesting, I read on.
Pages turned into chapters and minutes turned into hours- the plot moved damn fast and it wasn’t like I was reading a book, it was as if I was watching a film. My mom and sis did tell me books are more interesting than films but I never paid attention to them. My imagination, coupled with the words of the author was better than any film I had watched!
It was late, somewhere around 3 am, I could hardly sleep, and I was already through half the book.
Next morning, my sister was surprised to see me sleeping with a book in my hands. When she woke me up, I hurriedly brushed and got back to reading. Within a few hours I had read that fat book- and was left completely awestruck!
That year, I read all his books.
Sidney Sheldon has had such an impact on me- I always thought I loved his books, until recently when I realize a lot of my thought process is a result of his books and plots. His protagonist always is a woman, and a woman who is hurt by someone- and she hits back with vengeance!
Today, when I am hurt- the 1st reaction is to take revenge! Tit for tat! An eye for an eye!
My values have been always to learn to forget and to forgive- but I find myself in a confusing state of mind. Life really works the way Sidney says in his books. There have been incidences when I was back stabbed by my closest pals, people I trusted so much! Nobody talks about it- but Revenge- everyone takes! It simply feels good!
But now I want to rise higher, get out of this Sidney effect and learn to live life in a peaceful manner- I am sure it has to be a book again which will teach me a new way of life. And I am in search of it!
Monday, April 20, 2009
Each 1 has a special talent Part 2
This experience has only taught me a simple truth- all of us- educated class has this habit of under estimating other people who are less educated then us, perhaps who are involved in a low paying job and a skill.
God has given a special talent to each and every person- there is absolutely no need to feel that I am superior to someone else. Its times like these when we go to ponder in other fields that we come to know about the hidden talents of others. There were some 7th std girls with me, they’d failed their exams thrice, the school had already asked them to drop out. These 3 girls had a beautiful talent for tailoring, hand and machine embroidery. The stuff that they had done was marvelous for their age!
I took a residential camp for some village kids a few days back. The principal of 1 of the school which was participating had warned me about a few boys who were extremely naughty and were black listed twice, but not suspended because their parents had urged him to give them a final try.
These boys gave me such a hard time through out the camp- but when it came to activities like dramatics – they were too good! Some of them were excellent singers, some were excellent cooks and some were experts at playing football.
I wonder why we don’t have schools that help a child to learn the activity of his choice?
Why should all learn the subjects that are taught in school?
Just because a student is a failure at maths and science and even at languages, does it mean they are dumb? Some parents even wonder if their child is abnormal!
Why are we still stuck with a system which abuses a child off his creativity and talent?
I feel sorry for these numerous children who have to bang their heads on empty futures.
Through the camp, I could give them an opportunity to realize what are areas of their interest! I hope in future, with the help of more resources and more experienced people- I’ll be able to take to our villages and schools the best of creativity , and give them a chance to flourish and excel and make a name for themselves!
God has given a special talent to each and every person- there is absolutely no need to feel that I am superior to someone else. Its times like these when we go to ponder in other fields that we come to know about the hidden talents of others. There were some 7th std girls with me, they’d failed their exams thrice, the school had already asked them to drop out. These 3 girls had a beautiful talent for tailoring, hand and machine embroidery. The stuff that they had done was marvelous for their age!
I took a residential camp for some village kids a few days back. The principal of 1 of the school which was participating had warned me about a few boys who were extremely naughty and were black listed twice, but not suspended because their parents had urged him to give them a final try.
These boys gave me such a hard time through out the camp- but when it came to activities like dramatics – they were too good! Some of them were excellent singers, some were excellent cooks and some were experts at playing football.
I wonder why we don’t have schools that help a child to learn the activity of his choice?
Why should all learn the subjects that are taught in school?
Just because a student is a failure at maths and science and even at languages, does it mean they are dumb? Some parents even wonder if their child is abnormal!
Why are we still stuck with a system which abuses a child off his creativity and talent?
I feel sorry for these numerous children who have to bang their heads on empty futures.
Through the camp, I could give them an opportunity to realize what are areas of their interest! I hope in future, with the help of more resources and more experienced people- I’ll be able to take to our villages and schools the best of creativity , and give them a chance to flourish and excel and make a name for themselves!
each 1 has a special talent part 1
I’ve been fascinated with clothes only for a couple of years!
My 1st love is saris and jeans- personally salwaars don’t figure out anywhere in my favorite list. These days even on traditional occasion’s women gift each other salwaars, I so wished I was rather given a sari!
Anyway, there was so much material that I thought I’ll go and get some tailoring lessons. No skill ever goes a waste anyway.
I never really thought about the sewing machine which is such an important part of tailoring. I’d never handled or operated it before. How bad can it get, I thought? There were so many girls in the class, much younger to me, stitching comfortably on the machine. I’ll learn in a few days- I told myself!
1st day- the wheel was going reverse.
2nd day- wheel was going in the right direction, but the thread was getting stuck.
3rd day- thread still getting stuck.
4th day- needle breaks
5th day- 2nd needle breaks
6th day- 3rd needle breaks, almost misses getting in my right eye.
7th day – my teacher sits with me the whole class, the machine is now operating as if there never was a problem.
8th day- teacher thinks I’ll be fine- but the sewing machine still refusing to co operate with me.
9th day- other girls who started learning with me are stitching their own salwaars, am still stuck on a baby dress.
10th day- I tell the teacher I’ll stitch the whole dress by hand- I’ll do the entire course with my hand stitching, she says, “ have patience!”
11th day – wheel going backwards, needle breaks, the bobbin is rolling around the machine!
All the girls turn and look at me as I bang my hands on the machine table.
“ I’ve had enough!” I declare.
I storm out of the class.
There has been no skill that has taken so much time for me to learn. The last thing I remember which really tested my patience were the math sums. I’ve had absolutely no problems operating any machine so far- I learnt driving a car in mere 4 days! And now I can drive any automobile- be it a track, a bus or a truck!
And this little thing called a sewing machine is not co operating with me?
The next 2 weeks I don’t show up in class. The teacher calls up home, and I go to meet her. After talking about what’s really pissing me off, she mildly says, “Ok, take a break. If you have a machine at home, try your hand on it a couple of times, get comfortable with the idea that its you who is tailoring your own clothes, nothing is impossible! You just need to learn a couple of tricks.”
I come home, totally disappointed with myself, feeling like a total failure!
I don’t like myself not knowing to do anything!
So far I’ve learnt many skills, all with ease!
Be it swimming, dancing, singing, dramatics, or driving!
My 1st love is saris and jeans- personally salwaars don’t figure out anywhere in my favorite list. These days even on traditional occasion’s women gift each other salwaars, I so wished I was rather given a sari!
Anyway, there was so much material that I thought I’ll go and get some tailoring lessons. No skill ever goes a waste anyway.
I never really thought about the sewing machine which is such an important part of tailoring. I’d never handled or operated it before. How bad can it get, I thought? There were so many girls in the class, much younger to me, stitching comfortably on the machine. I’ll learn in a few days- I told myself!
1st day- the wheel was going reverse.
2nd day- wheel was going in the right direction, but the thread was getting stuck.
3rd day- thread still getting stuck.
4th day- needle breaks
5th day- 2nd needle breaks
6th day- 3rd needle breaks, almost misses getting in my right eye.
7th day – my teacher sits with me the whole class, the machine is now operating as if there never was a problem.
8th day- teacher thinks I’ll be fine- but the sewing machine still refusing to co operate with me.
9th day- other girls who started learning with me are stitching their own salwaars, am still stuck on a baby dress.
10th day- I tell the teacher I’ll stitch the whole dress by hand- I’ll do the entire course with my hand stitching, she says, “ have patience!”
11th day – wheel going backwards, needle breaks, the bobbin is rolling around the machine!
All the girls turn and look at me as I bang my hands on the machine table.
“ I’ve had enough!” I declare.
I storm out of the class.
There has been no skill that has taken so much time for me to learn. The last thing I remember which really tested my patience were the math sums. I’ve had absolutely no problems operating any machine so far- I learnt driving a car in mere 4 days! And now I can drive any automobile- be it a track, a bus or a truck!
And this little thing called a sewing machine is not co operating with me?
The next 2 weeks I don’t show up in class. The teacher calls up home, and I go to meet her. After talking about what’s really pissing me off, she mildly says, “Ok, take a break. If you have a machine at home, try your hand on it a couple of times, get comfortable with the idea that its you who is tailoring your own clothes, nothing is impossible! You just need to learn a couple of tricks.”
I come home, totally disappointed with myself, feeling like a total failure!
I don’t like myself not knowing to do anything!
So far I’ve learnt many skills, all with ease!
Be it swimming, dancing, singing, dramatics, or driving!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Being Indian
Different people have different notions about what makes a real Indian!
Like some people think, followers of Indian traditions and culture are the true proud Indians.
Some others think Hindus –or the original inhabitants who settled on the banks of the river Indu are the only real Indians!
There are others who do not know what being Indian is, but they say- those who follow and worship too much western concepts are not Indian!
There are different religious and political groups claiming to be more Indian than the others. It is like children of the same mother fighting amongst themselves.
The truth is, anybody with an experience of living in India has a different sensibility than others. Even foreigners who’ve spent some considerable time in India will have a different angle of looking at life- perhaps more spiritual!
So logically- it’s not our faith, dress code and our ideology that makes us Indian.
Perhaps the soul basis of determining a true Indian should be “how much 1 has done for his country- forgetting the other petty issues we so much give importance to!” – I guess that would bring an end to all arguments and silly fights!
Like some people think, followers of Indian traditions and culture are the true proud Indians.
Some others think Hindus –or the original inhabitants who settled on the banks of the river Indu are the only real Indians!
There are others who do not know what being Indian is, but they say- those who follow and worship too much western concepts are not Indian!
There are different religious and political groups claiming to be more Indian than the others. It is like children of the same mother fighting amongst themselves.
The truth is, anybody with an experience of living in India has a different sensibility than others. Even foreigners who’ve spent some considerable time in India will have a different angle of looking at life- perhaps more spiritual!
So logically- it’s not our faith, dress code and our ideology that makes us Indian.
Perhaps the soul basis of determining a true Indian should be “how much 1 has done for his country- forgetting the other petty issues we so much give importance to!” – I guess that would bring an end to all arguments and silly fights!
Friday, April 17, 2009
Roadies and TV
This is 1 show I never miss, I don’t watch anything on TV, but roadies. I don’t like the people who participate nor am I fond of maghu, but definitely they’ve got the formula right- to attract the youth. Maybe it’s their tasks, the politics and the battle for survival- the show of raw human nature that is highly exciting!
I’ve watched almost all their seasons, except 2 and 3- which I just got to watch half way. It freaks me out to see the auditions and the way youngsters of our country are so desperate to make it big! Why are all of us wanting a short cut? Why all of us want the glamour world? Are we ready to do something only if it gives us recognition?
All of us have become so shallow! In thinking and in all our actions. I sometimes hate myself for liking the show cause I am watching all fools! Have you seen those girls? That Nhambhavi and PAnmol o whoever of last roadies? What the hell do these girls think of themselves? Asmaan se tapke ho kya? Cheap- that is the word to describe them!
Why can’t we have youth shows where we get to watch young individuals working in making our country a better place?
The same goes for Page 3 reports! So much about those half naked dumb girls! Not a word about hard working, striving people! Why have we become so cheap? We want to see the entire wedding of Abhi- Ash on TV , but don’t care to switch on “The big Fight” of NDTV or some nature related knowledgeable shows of discovery.
And about those K serials? Is this what we want our children to watch and grow up with? I’ve seen so many households watching those 3rd grade serials with their youngsters! Do we care about our future generation or not? We can’t even choose our entertainment- and here, we are expected to choose the right government!
God bless this country and its people!
I’ve watched almost all their seasons, except 2 and 3- which I just got to watch half way. It freaks me out to see the auditions and the way youngsters of our country are so desperate to make it big! Why are all of us wanting a short cut? Why all of us want the glamour world? Are we ready to do something only if it gives us recognition?
All of us have become so shallow! In thinking and in all our actions. I sometimes hate myself for liking the show cause I am watching all fools! Have you seen those girls? That Nhambhavi and PAnmol o whoever of last roadies? What the hell do these girls think of themselves? Asmaan se tapke ho kya? Cheap- that is the word to describe them!
Why can’t we have youth shows where we get to watch young individuals working in making our country a better place?
The same goes for Page 3 reports! So much about those half naked dumb girls! Not a word about hard working, striving people! Why have we become so cheap? We want to see the entire wedding of Abhi- Ash on TV , but don’t care to switch on “The big Fight” of NDTV or some nature related knowledgeable shows of discovery.
And about those K serials? Is this what we want our children to watch and grow up with? I’ve seen so many households watching those 3rd grade serials with their youngsters! Do we care about our future generation or not? We can’t even choose our entertainment- and here, we are expected to choose the right government!
God bless this country and its people!
Into The Wild
I think this is a film that’s a must watch for every free spirited individual- if you love freedom till crazy extent, you love trekking, and want to discover the true meaning of your life your style- then you got to watch it! the last scene , with the heli cam is amazing!
This film had a crazy impact on me- I wanted to do just what Christopher McCandless, the hero, does in the film. My options are limited because I am a girl, and I am not a top fighter to be able to defend myself single handedly, and I don’t trust this world a bit! Anyway, here are some details so that you can catch up with the film too.
Plot : Based on a true story, After graduating from Emory University, top student and athlete Christopher McCandless abandons his possessions, gives his entire $24,000 savings account to charity and hitchhikes to Alaska to live in the wilderness. Along the way, Christopher encounters a series of characters that shape his life.
Director: Sean Penn
Year of release: 2007.
Nominated for 2 Oscars .Another 12 wins & 36 nominations
Genre: adventure, biography, drama.
My fav dialogue:
"Chris had always been driven, had always been an adventurer.
when he was only 4 years old, he once wondered alone 6 blocks away from home at 3 o’clock in the morning. He was found in the neighbor’s kitchen, upon a chair, looking through their candy drawer. Whatever drawer he was opening now, must have something pretty sweet in it!"
" The core of mans’ spirit comes from new experiences.”
“You don’t need human relationships to be happy, God has placed it all around us.”
“When you want something in life, you just gotta reach out and grab it.”
“I read somewhere... how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong... but to feel strong.”
!!WATCH IT!!
EVEN THIS SHALL PASS AWAY
Once in Persia reigned a King
Who upon his signet ring
Carved out a maxim true and wise,
Which, if held before the eyes,
Gave him counsel at a glance,
Fit for every change and chance.
Solemn words, and these are they:
"Even this shall pass away."
Trains of camels through the sand
Brought his gems from Samarkand;
Fleets of galleys through the seas
Brought him pearls to match with these.
But he counted not his gain
Treasures of the mine or main;
"What is wealth?" the king would say;
"Even this shall pass away."
In the revels of his court
At the zenith of the sport,
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his zests;
He amid his figs and wine,
Cried: "Oh loving friends of mine!"
"Pleasure comes but not to stay;"
"Even this shall pass away."
lady fairest ever seen,
was the woman he crowned his queen,
pillowed on his marriage bed,
softly to his soul he said,
though no bridegroom ever pressed,
fairer bosom to his breast,
mortal flesh must come to clay,
even this shall pass away!
Fighting on a furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield;
Soldiers with a loud lament
Bore him bleeding to his tent;
Groaning from his tortured side,
"Pain is hard to bear," he cried,
"But with patience, day by day,
Even this shall pass away."
Towering in the public square,
Twenty cubics in the air,
Rose his statue, carved in stone,
Then, the king, disguised, unknown,
Stood before his sculptured name
Musing meekly, "What is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay
Even this shall pass away."
Struck with palsy, sere and old,
Waiting at the gates of gold,
Said he with his dying breath;
"Life is done, but what is death?"
Then, in answer to the King,
Fell a sunbeam on his ring,
Showing by a heavenly ray,
"Even this shall pass away."
--- Theodore Tilton
Who upon his signet ring
Carved out a maxim true and wise,
Which, if held before the eyes,
Gave him counsel at a glance,
Fit for every change and chance.
Solemn words, and these are they:
"Even this shall pass away."
Trains of camels through the sand
Brought his gems from Samarkand;
Fleets of galleys through the seas
Brought him pearls to match with these.
But he counted not his gain
Treasures of the mine or main;
"What is wealth?" the king would say;
"Even this shall pass away."
In the revels of his court
At the zenith of the sport,
When the palms of all his guests
Burned with clapping at his zests;
He amid his figs and wine,
Cried: "Oh loving friends of mine!"
"Pleasure comes but not to stay;"
"Even this shall pass away."
lady fairest ever seen,
was the woman he crowned his queen,
pillowed on his marriage bed,
softly to his soul he said,
though no bridegroom ever pressed,
fairer bosom to his breast,
mortal flesh must come to clay,
even this shall pass away!
Fighting on a furious field,
Once a javelin pierced his shield;
Soldiers with a loud lament
Bore him bleeding to his tent;
Groaning from his tortured side,
"Pain is hard to bear," he cried,
"But with patience, day by day,
Even this shall pass away."
Towering in the public square,
Twenty cubics in the air,
Rose his statue, carved in stone,
Then, the king, disguised, unknown,
Stood before his sculptured name
Musing meekly, "What is fame?
Fame is but a slow decay
Even this shall pass away."
Struck with palsy, sere and old,
Waiting at the gates of gold,
Said he with his dying breath;
"Life is done, but what is death?"
Then, in answer to the King,
Fell a sunbeam on his ring,
Showing by a heavenly ray,
"Even this shall pass away."
--- Theodore Tilton
Sunday, April 12, 2009
The Crocodile Rider
1st day of a camp for school kids that me and my friend Sim had organized. We both- young girls- were very new in this field. This was just my 3rd camp and sim’s 2nd as an organizer.
We had approached a “well known” nature related organization to take control of all the activities. This is an international organization- with funds pouring in from around the world! Still they charged us a hefty Rs. 100 per head for giving their services. We had 60 students- and both of us were damn tensed as to how we would manage so many kids. But the director had said he had once handled a crowd 3 times bigger than this, so I was at ease.
We reach the camp site with the students and I see the director standing at the dormitory with 2 more volunteers. I calculated- its going to be 5 against 60 students! Hope his men are experienced!
The director stood in front of my students and opened his mouth, “ helllllo shtudents!”
I thought I heard wrong.
“Me and you come here for this beautiful foresht. The next 3 days I take you in and out and up and down in this jungle and take you round and round till you know this place like the back of your hand!”
Sim looked at me with an exclamation on her head! Well! I was as confused as her. I had spoken just once with this guy before coming for the camp and the rest of the times I had corresponded via e-mails. The 1 time I had spoken to him he seemed extremely fluent in English and his e mails also were no indication to what we were in for.
“He is probably trying to make the students laugh!” I try to relax Sim with a pat on her back!
“ I don’t find this remotely funny!” she says with a stern look. “Are you sure….”
I stop her before she bombards her questions on me, because I don’t have any answers.
“Late me tell you firsht about the so many experiences I have got over the past 28 years in this profession!”
1 of the guy, a student standing at the back of the line, close to us whispers in his friend’s ear- “ I bet he’s hardly 30! Saala, hamko shendi lagata hai!”
Now, Sim has started twisting and crunching her shendi- an indication that she’s losing her patience! And I want to somehow go and shut his mouth!
“Once around 3 years back I get call on my this cell” – he shows his brand new Nokia cell! [The boy in the last row- “this model was not there 3 years back!”]
( Does this cost Rs. 6000/- ? my money that I paid him for his services? No! It looks costlier- this guy has to be a fraud! )
“Sir sir help help! That man says. There is a crocodile in my farm. It is hiding in the tank- please take it out- please!” the director says proudly- my students are listening intently now- and so are me and Sim!
“I say, it is 3 am in the morning, let it be there – we will take it out in the morning. But he says no sir- you are my last hope. The forest people are not even picking up the phone. You are the only man in this world I know who can do this Herculean task! So I get up , take 2 of my volunteers and go to the farm. The crocodile was big! it was 6 ft long. There was water in the tank and we couldn’t see it fully. So me and my 2 volunteers surround tank in 3 sides , slowly slowly without moving the water we got into the tank. I think the crocodile was sleeping at that time!”
( I want to cry- I want to die! Who the hell are we stuck here with? And my money? Oh my god? What will the parents say? They will say I ate their money!)
Director continues…….. “So you imagine we are in waist level water and no crocodile to be seen. Suddenly I realize something is moving between my 2 legs….”
“it’s your cock, you fool!” - boy in the last row.
It’s a good joke, but I and Sim look at each other unable to react- we are numb!
Director is totally involved in his story now…. “ and I know it is that croc!”
The big boys standing behind giggle- its d words- cock n croc which create d confusion.
He is now showing the action packed drama with movements - “Taking the right opportunity I sat on the back of the croc( he shows as if he’s sitting on a pulsar) - I caught its neck tightly and it tried to move around the tank but my hold is like that- strong- once I catch something I don’t let go off it that easily. That is how I did my job- just 10 minutes it took to catch a croc; it’s a joke for me now- what? Big big people also get scared- I don’t!”
He continues with his other stories, the boys at the back are bombarding with comments- enjoying themselves with jokes. I and Sim move back, and find a peaceful place in the woods where we cannot see and hear him.
After what seemed like a long silence, Sim somewhat recovered from the shock- “I watch crocodile hunters almost every day, I didn’t see even Steve Irwin do these stunts. You need minimum 3 to 4 people when you want to catch a croc, isnt it ?”
“Don’t ask me, please…..”
“ I can actually picture the whole thing- him, this kadi pehelwan on a 6 ft male adult croc, catching its neck and the croc taking him on a ride! It reminds me of that monkey and croc story- those 2 friends on the banks of the river…..”
“ Sim please! I know that story alright! Now tell me what to do?”
“Fire him!”
“What?”
“Well! I don’t know anything about him except that he is a good entertainer! Don’t you see? The kids love his stories!”
But I decided against it. I gave him a 2nd chance and a 3rd and a 4th. And Sim was wrong- the man wasn’t even a good entertainer. He was just a waste of our time and money. We fired him- and rescheduled the entire camp. The whole situation made me so sad, I cried! I like at least some degree of professionalism when dealing with kids and money. Or in any other business dealings actually. This situation turned into a mental block- a sort of a jinx on me, I decided I didn’t want to organize any camps anymore. The kids and their parents were furious on us of course, and the sad part was we both had started out with innocent intentions. We didn’t take any money- but lost a lot of money and confidence in the bargain!
Today, I just returned from another camp that I organized for a trust. My father took the whole responsibility and placed the kids under my guidance. The jinx was broken within hours of the camp. I am happy I could get over the mental block within just 1 year. Mistakes, bad experiences keep happening- the important part is bouncing back! Getting up after you fall. It takes time of course, but with a little bit of help from our loved ones-
Ain't no mountain high enough!Ain't no valley low.......Ain't no river wide enough!
To keep me from getting to you!
We had approached a “well known” nature related organization to take control of all the activities. This is an international organization- with funds pouring in from around the world! Still they charged us a hefty Rs. 100 per head for giving their services. We had 60 students- and both of us were damn tensed as to how we would manage so many kids. But the director had said he had once handled a crowd 3 times bigger than this, so I was at ease.
We reach the camp site with the students and I see the director standing at the dormitory with 2 more volunteers. I calculated- its going to be 5 against 60 students! Hope his men are experienced!
The director stood in front of my students and opened his mouth, “ helllllo shtudents!”
I thought I heard wrong.
“Me and you come here for this beautiful foresht. The next 3 days I take you in and out and up and down in this jungle and take you round and round till you know this place like the back of your hand!”
Sim looked at me with an exclamation on her head! Well! I was as confused as her. I had spoken just once with this guy before coming for the camp and the rest of the times I had corresponded via e-mails. The 1 time I had spoken to him he seemed extremely fluent in English and his e mails also were no indication to what we were in for.
“He is probably trying to make the students laugh!” I try to relax Sim with a pat on her back!
“ I don’t find this remotely funny!” she says with a stern look. “Are you sure….”
I stop her before she bombards her questions on me, because I don’t have any answers.
“Late me tell you firsht about the so many experiences I have got over the past 28 years in this profession!”
1 of the guy, a student standing at the back of the line, close to us whispers in his friend’s ear- “ I bet he’s hardly 30! Saala, hamko shendi lagata hai!”
Now, Sim has started twisting and crunching her shendi- an indication that she’s losing her patience! And I want to somehow go and shut his mouth!
“Once around 3 years back I get call on my this cell” – he shows his brand new Nokia cell! [The boy in the last row- “this model was not there 3 years back!”]
( Does this cost Rs. 6000/- ? my money that I paid him for his services? No! It looks costlier- this guy has to be a fraud! )
“Sir sir help help! That man says. There is a crocodile in my farm. It is hiding in the tank- please take it out- please!” the director says proudly- my students are listening intently now- and so are me and Sim!
“I say, it is 3 am in the morning, let it be there – we will take it out in the morning. But he says no sir- you are my last hope. The forest people are not even picking up the phone. You are the only man in this world I know who can do this Herculean task! So I get up , take 2 of my volunteers and go to the farm. The crocodile was big! it was 6 ft long. There was water in the tank and we couldn’t see it fully. So me and my 2 volunteers surround tank in 3 sides , slowly slowly without moving the water we got into the tank. I think the crocodile was sleeping at that time!”
( I want to cry- I want to die! Who the hell are we stuck here with? And my money? Oh my god? What will the parents say? They will say I ate their money!)
Director continues…….. “So you imagine we are in waist level water and no crocodile to be seen. Suddenly I realize something is moving between my 2 legs….”
“it’s your cock, you fool!” - boy in the last row.
It’s a good joke, but I and Sim look at each other unable to react- we are numb!
Director is totally involved in his story now…. “ and I know it is that croc!”
The big boys standing behind giggle- its d words- cock n croc which create d confusion.
He is now showing the action packed drama with movements - “Taking the right opportunity I sat on the back of the croc( he shows as if he’s sitting on a pulsar) - I caught its neck tightly and it tried to move around the tank but my hold is like that- strong- once I catch something I don’t let go off it that easily. That is how I did my job- just 10 minutes it took to catch a croc; it’s a joke for me now- what? Big big people also get scared- I don’t!”
He continues with his other stories, the boys at the back are bombarding with comments- enjoying themselves with jokes. I and Sim move back, and find a peaceful place in the woods where we cannot see and hear him.
After what seemed like a long silence, Sim somewhat recovered from the shock- “I watch crocodile hunters almost every day, I didn’t see even Steve Irwin do these stunts. You need minimum 3 to 4 people when you want to catch a croc, isnt it ?”
“Don’t ask me, please…..”
“ I can actually picture the whole thing- him, this kadi pehelwan on a 6 ft male adult croc, catching its neck and the croc taking him on a ride! It reminds me of that monkey and croc story- those 2 friends on the banks of the river…..”
“ Sim please! I know that story alright! Now tell me what to do?”
“Fire him!”
“What?”
“Well! I don’t know anything about him except that he is a good entertainer! Don’t you see? The kids love his stories!”
But I decided against it. I gave him a 2nd chance and a 3rd and a 4th. And Sim was wrong- the man wasn’t even a good entertainer. He was just a waste of our time and money. We fired him- and rescheduled the entire camp. The whole situation made me so sad, I cried! I like at least some degree of professionalism when dealing with kids and money. Or in any other business dealings actually. This situation turned into a mental block- a sort of a jinx on me, I decided I didn’t want to organize any camps anymore. The kids and their parents were furious on us of course, and the sad part was we both had started out with innocent intentions. We didn’t take any money- but lost a lot of money and confidence in the bargain!
Today, I just returned from another camp that I organized for a trust. My father took the whole responsibility and placed the kids under my guidance. The jinx was broken within hours of the camp. I am happy I could get over the mental block within just 1 year. Mistakes, bad experiences keep happening- the important part is bouncing back! Getting up after you fall. It takes time of course, but with a little bit of help from our loved ones-
Ain't no mountain high enough!Ain't no valley low.......Ain't no river wide enough!
To keep me from getting to you!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Yaadein
I don’t remember dates, I don’t remember names and sometimes I even forget faces! What do remain with me are situations and experiences which touched my heart! My emotional memory is so strong; I remember the slightest of things that happened to me when I was just 3 years old!
I think, that is why I am the way I am! I never repeat mistakes! Though I keep making new ones! I find it very hard to forgive, because forgetting it is so difficult in the 1st place! How can I forgive without forgetting?
When I was 3 years old, I remember my parents and my entire family had gone to Dudhsagar waterfall! It was a rainy day, and my mother was holding me! There were a few tourists there, and they were most probably north Indians cause they spoke in hindi. They befriended my family and for the rest of the day we all hanged out together. I remember this particular incident cause one of them asked my mom to hand me over to him, and she did! The moment I went into his arms, I knew something was wrong with this man…he wasn’t right! I wanted to go back to my mom and started swinging myself towards her! I could feel his hand go inside my dress, when things really crossed the line I started crying and my mother took me away! That was my 1st experience with abuse- sexual abuse at the age of 3! That is the reason, even when my aunts with their young one’s would hand them over to strangers I would get extremely scared and keep a 100% watch on the stranger! When I was comfortable enough to talk about it, sometime at the age of 15, I would directly say it, “ its not good to hand over your children to strangers!”
Many woman might find my behavior to be too particular or fussy! But because a child doesn’t know how to ask for help, you have to be there the whole time to protect her/him! So my advice to everyone- please, never trust a stranger with your children, especially when traveling- do not leave them unattended!
When I was 12, that was the 1st time I was traveling by bus! I was wearing a short dress and my mother couldn’t come to pick me up and so I had to take a bus home! A man, in his mid 30’s got into d same bus as me. There were 3 more women around and I was sitting with 1. This man started touching me at uncomfortable places, I told the woman sitting besides me and she simply turned her face the other side as if nothing had happened. My heart was beating so fast, I felt someone had glued me to my seat! For total 10 minutes I was numb! And he touched again…….I don’t know what triggered a reaction in my brain? I was carrying a big umbrella- it was august- still raining! And hit it where it hurts men the most. And I didn’t stop with one blow, I kept hitting repeatedly- I wanted to kill him! The man fell down, due to slippery floor and the woman sitting next to me came to stop me- “ haath laynaka na jalyar tujeruy don ditle!” “Don’t you touch me or I’ll hit you!” The woman backed out, but the man ran away! I still remember him. I am sure he was a pedophile! When I was 15, I saw him around the bus stop again- I wanted to drag him to the police station.
I stay very close to the bus stand and pass by it almost every day- and I am on a look out for him…..the day I see him, now that I know I can take an action- I swear I wont let him stand there! A maniac is out there, and our innocent children can be victimized!
The very next day, I joined karate- karate gave me the confidence to hit, and scream out loud, and say a loud “ NO” when it is required!
Now, I know I am not a karate kid and I am not that strong too, what is required is a fearless mind and the confidence- no matter who you are up against- fight you must, if you have to!
The fear within me is gone….but the painful memories still fresh and they always will be!
I think, that is why I am the way I am! I never repeat mistakes! Though I keep making new ones! I find it very hard to forgive, because forgetting it is so difficult in the 1st place! How can I forgive without forgetting?
When I was 3 years old, I remember my parents and my entire family had gone to Dudhsagar waterfall! It was a rainy day, and my mother was holding me! There were a few tourists there, and they were most probably north Indians cause they spoke in hindi. They befriended my family and for the rest of the day we all hanged out together. I remember this particular incident cause one of them asked my mom to hand me over to him, and she did! The moment I went into his arms, I knew something was wrong with this man…he wasn’t right! I wanted to go back to my mom and started swinging myself towards her! I could feel his hand go inside my dress, when things really crossed the line I started crying and my mother took me away! That was my 1st experience with abuse- sexual abuse at the age of 3! That is the reason, even when my aunts with their young one’s would hand them over to strangers I would get extremely scared and keep a 100% watch on the stranger! When I was comfortable enough to talk about it, sometime at the age of 15, I would directly say it, “ its not good to hand over your children to strangers!”
Many woman might find my behavior to be too particular or fussy! But because a child doesn’t know how to ask for help, you have to be there the whole time to protect her/him! So my advice to everyone- please, never trust a stranger with your children, especially when traveling- do not leave them unattended!
When I was 12, that was the 1st time I was traveling by bus! I was wearing a short dress and my mother couldn’t come to pick me up and so I had to take a bus home! A man, in his mid 30’s got into d same bus as me. There were 3 more women around and I was sitting with 1. This man started touching me at uncomfortable places, I told the woman sitting besides me and she simply turned her face the other side as if nothing had happened. My heart was beating so fast, I felt someone had glued me to my seat! For total 10 minutes I was numb! And he touched again…….I don’t know what triggered a reaction in my brain? I was carrying a big umbrella- it was august- still raining! And hit it where it hurts men the most. And I didn’t stop with one blow, I kept hitting repeatedly- I wanted to kill him! The man fell down, due to slippery floor and the woman sitting next to me came to stop me- “ haath laynaka na jalyar tujeruy don ditle!” “Don’t you touch me or I’ll hit you!” The woman backed out, but the man ran away! I still remember him. I am sure he was a pedophile! When I was 15, I saw him around the bus stop again- I wanted to drag him to the police station.
I stay very close to the bus stand and pass by it almost every day- and I am on a look out for him…..the day I see him, now that I know I can take an action- I swear I wont let him stand there! A maniac is out there, and our innocent children can be victimized!
The very next day, I joined karate- karate gave me the confidence to hit, and scream out loud, and say a loud “ NO” when it is required!
Now, I know I am not a karate kid and I am not that strong too, what is required is a fearless mind and the confidence- no matter who you are up against- fight you must, if you have to!
The fear within me is gone….but the painful memories still fresh and they always will be!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
GURU
Yato hasta-stato drushti, yato drushti-stato manaha!
Yato mana-stato bhavo, yato bhava-stato rasaha!
Where there is hand- the eyes follow, where there is eyes- the soul follows!
Where there is soul- the expressions follow, when there is expressions- the audience enjoys your performance!
Bharatnatyam is a 2000 year old dance style and comes from the state – Tamil Nadu!
Throughout my life I’ve enjoyed dancing and watching performances and especially classical dance recitals!
And throughout my life I ran behind some degrees and study portions which I never was interested in the 1st place! How much time I wasted pursuing a so called career which always failed to touch my soul!
July 2009, I don’t know what was in that morning, but I headed straight to Kalaangan – one of the major institutes in Margao and Goa providing art facilities!
“I want to enquire about the Bharatnatyam dance classes!”
“Who is it for?” The lady at the register asks!
“It’s for me! And I want to find out if you have a full time Bharatnatyam course here!”
“ No ma’am. I am sorry. We just have classes twice a week!”
Well! That was the answer I got from every institute! What’s wrong with these people? I wondered? Isn’t there anybody in today’s age who wants to pursue dance or music full time? Is it worth being only a part time/ hobby activity?
Why are we Indians going crazy about this 20th century invention called “ jobs?”
Is that all we study for and live and die for? A job?
Well! Coming back to the issue at hand, I was adamant! Somewhere in me there was this urgency….. Janaki, you’ve already wasted so much time!”
I urge the lady to inquire with their boss, Mr. Talak and call me back in case there’s some provision like that!
2 weeks pass by.......
And then 1 day, the lady calls back. “Would 4 times a week do for you ma’am?”
“What time?”
“Any time you want!”
“Perfect!”
The next day morning at 8 am, I go to Kalaangan. The area is a residential, but as I’d always seen in my earlier visits, there were no small girls and their mothers waiting, there was no crowd. There was no one! But the classroom was open, I go in to find another girl, almost my age ( or younger?) waiting there reading some books! She looks up at me, “ Janaki?” ……. “ hmmm…Yes!” “Hi! I am Lalan, your dance teacher!” . I have a good look at Lalan! She’s shorter, thinner, younger looking than me! “These people sent one of their students to teach me or what?” I wonder in my head!
“Is this the Bharatnatyam class?” Lalan and I turn back to see another girl, our age!
This was Hazel, my dance class colleague, and my teacher Lalan- is a MA in Bharatnatyam!
“Oh? So you have a degree in that too?”
“Of course! Our teacher, Dr. Suchetatai Chapekar from Pune is a Ph. D in Bharatnatyam!”
Why the hell nobody told me about this when I was growing up? Why did people only tell me about engineering, medicine, and law?
Our classes began; the 1st few months made the class a torture cell! Bharatnatyam involves a basic bending position of the legs called “ Ayata” – and that is extremely painful because we are not used to bend our legs in regular life! unlike Kathak which is done standing. Bharatnatyam also involves full body movements- movements of hands, legs, neck, waist- full expressions and jumps!
Everybody at home kept asking me, “You are not going to continue, are you? look at you, you cant even walk now-a days! It looks like someone beat you up!”
And I thought- after all, maybe, this isn’t made for me!
And then 1 day, Lalan told us she was going to perform in Mardol for a function there. so I thought I should really go and see what my teacher dances like! The program was to start at 12. ( at night) it started at around 1.15am.
And then the program finally started. My teacher came on the stage!
I’ve seen many classical dance recitals till date- but none like Lalan’s- she was fantabulous! The next 15 mins I’d forgotten all about the various pain locations in my body- all I knew was- I want to learn how to dance from this lady, and some day- I want to dance like her!
A whole lot depends on your teacher! It is said “ guru is like brahma- the creator, guru is like Vishnu- the protector and guru is like maheshwara- the destroyer of all evil within us. And so ,Guru is parabrahma- the ultimate reality. And to such a guru, I bow!”
Today- Lalan, hazel and I make a wonderful team! I wait for every morning, to go and learn something new from Lalan. I find it extremely difficult to wake up early, coz I sleep very late at nights- I like it that way. Hazel wakes me up with a ring . when we meet up- we have a 5 min chat- all of us laugh, and share some life story and then dance with our mind and soul in it!
Yato hasta-stato drushti, yato drushti-stato manaha!
Yato mana-stato bhavo, yato bhava-stato rasaha!
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