A passage I long to live…

Just finished watching the most wondrous poem on love and life, “Before Sunrise”. I am so damn impressed. Its pretty amazing how the author’s, the director’s view can change a dragging chitchatting of a “just-met” couple into such awesome a journey for the viewer too. I mean, even i kind of get surprised that i thoroughly enjoyed a normal passage of some hours of two-people’s life, their passage from strangers to lovers.

Everything about this movie left me impressed. The sweet time it takes to unfold itself, the locales of Vienna crawling beautifully behind the leads, the gentle music in the background. All these small little things just heaved my experience of what lied at the core, the subtle talks of the couple in lead. I relished everything the author was trying to say. It made me think, made me revisit my thoughts about many things. I mean not just about love, about life too. All it had to say about death, god etc. Small little gems like the one when the actress, Celine, talks about the old man who spent his whole life thinking about his career and his work. That was just a spectacularly well written scene.

And about love, well its better experienced in the movie itself. I am speechless, out of word to spell out my experience. Its not just for the one’s in love, but also for the others to relish.  All those  pretty words, the moist  eyed stares, those mushy silences, the tender touches. Everything. The poem in particular written with so plain a word, milkshake, as its base. Man, spectacular is the word.

Yes, I want to wend one such passage before sunrise in my life, if possible in Vienna. And yes, if so beautiful is love crafted on the moving canvas, am sure i won’t be alone feeling that way.

I am superstitious

What follows is just a prologue. If you want to directly hit my thoughts on me being superstitious, surf to the last line

A guy named B.F.Skinner once carried out an experiment on pigeons to demonstrate the formation of superstition. He placed a series of hungry pigeons in a cage attached to an automatic mechanism that delivered food to the pigeon “at regular intervals with no reference whatsoever to the bird’s behavior.” His discovery in his own words:

The bird behaves as if there were a causal relation between its behavior and the presentation of food, although such a relation is lacking. There are many analogies in human behavior. Rituals for changing one’s fortune at cards are good examples. A few accidental connections between a ritual and favorable consequences suffice to set up and maintain the behavior in spite of many unreinforced instances. The bowler who has released a ball down the alley but continues to behave as if she were controlling it by twisting and turning her arm and shoulder is another case in point. These behaviors have, of course, no real effect upon one’s luck or upon a ball half way down an alley, just as in the present case the food would appear as often if the pigeon did nothing — or, more strictly speaking, did something else.

More on this and its connection with me and my being superstitious here.

Vande Mataram..

Wishing all Indians, including myself, a Very Happy 62nd Independence Day. Been a great start, let me revisit the most prestigious moment for an Indian.

Its really an amazing feeling watching Indian flag raised above others. Kudos to the Golden Boy, Abhinav.

Update: I dunno for some obscure reason, i see most of these videos are pulled out from youtube, for some copyright infringement i guess. You can watch the video here.Thanks Shrirang for bringing this to my notice.

Reduced activity

Yeah .. even i know my love for this buddy looks deteriorated. But i would say thats not the case. I am on task to bring in a new entity in world. Nah … no family planning stuff. Not so soon.

Am working on a ‘blogsite‘, been working late nights after office hours. Designing it. Filling sections up with interesting contents, interesting enough to read. Though not sure when i will be drafting the final version. But soon i will. To grab the peek in the site, you can surely find the link at this page itself. Open your search glasses and come visit me there.

Till that time, its reduced activity at this blog.

Gulped…

Tired. Bored. Empty-Skulled. I gulped another cup of cappuccino. And on my way back, i just churned my head out to find why do i usually drink coffee/tea.

The mentioned three properties are just few of the ones that make me amble towards the vending machine.  In reality, i feel i don’t need any reason for supping coffee. Earlier it was to make sure, with sleepy patches of time curling over my head, i don’t drivel down the office desk to the ground. But along my stroll through the professional life, the life itself mandated me to sip that muddy liquid each day on specified time. Now is the case that i feel tottery if i don’t drink the coffee at the time prescribed by my life.

I feel my life is getting hold of me. I feel it should be the other way round. I need to do something. I need to think. I need to drink a cup of coffee. But this time its non-prescrbed. Thats the start…

Else the day won’t be long when my situation would be as shown, with coffee howling “You used to gulp me because you wanted to. Stop gulping me because you have to”

Here I blog …

All thanks to the most limited blog templates and still rather basic fuctionalities provided by “Blogger” , here I move to WordPress. I blocked my mind from entering into many territories where it always moved whenever i tried the shift. If i mention below:

• My tacit devotion to Google products
• My concern about losing my Google Pagerank ( whatever it had earned in its prolonged stay at dusty Blogger)
• My concern for my randomly displayed 10-15 readers, i mean subscribers.
• AND one with foremost importance, My fear of unknown

Overcoming all these today I finally made the shift. Won’t forget to mention the great guide for people like me who are Moving from Blogger to WordPress

I am breaking….

Truly i am. Work is really not effort-worth. I am unable to do the tasks worth effort. Those interest me are not around me. Mind seems to be blogged with unknown demons. Eyes occupied by elephantine tiredness. It seems each and every body part is trying to move in altogether different direction. Trying to tear me apart. Each help offered just seems helpless. I want to run away. I want to hide from every minutest thing. Wish i could do that so simply. Wish i could hide that simply…

Cricket… What!!!

Numerous occasions already behind, here am again making a resolution…. No Cricket!!! Thanks to another dismal performance from so-called best Indian team playing cricket so far. Don’t wanna discuss about that horrible night. Almost played the match y’day, virtually though, with those great men, just to have yet another sleepless night. Uhhh …. thats it. Why am i discussing that. No Cricket… “Cricket”… What?

Oh, there’s a match today… a good one. I guess, resolutions are better started on Sunday. So lets wait for a day. No Cricket.. from “TOMORROW”

"Change Do Sir"

Utterly ready to start my trip to pune, the unstable mind, as usual, was not able to stick to a plan for the day. Breakfast first or office first? Where? What to have? What about the lunch? Lunch or just snacks? Questions started blogging my mind. Finally stabling down to a bakery, had a samosa and gave away whatever change I had (again with unstability, shall I or shall I not). Completely oblivious of what’s in store next, I hired an auto with just 100’s and 500’s with me. Finally was caught up in a “not-so-dissimilar” situation. Started the usual cry. “Sir, change do. Itne sabere hum kahan se layenge change. Tumko malum hona. Samajhta nahi kya”.

I know i did do a mistake by not keeping the change with me, but what i didn’t know was i did a blunder by not knowing that 10 bucks are considered as change. He was calling me a fool and i had no choice but to accept silently that i am one. Then I thought thats not a big deal. Not him, then someone else would have fooled me out. So simply nodding in acceptance for what he said, I just walked off. A thought just scribbled my mind, days are not far when a man will be called a fool for giving beggar a 10 rupee note. For “Chutta” would have its value raised, with 10 bucks no longer being considered as change. A “Beggar’s delight” or rather “Beggar’s dismay”? Random thought though, but unanswered.

Nah…. Not Again!!!

Uhhh …. Another incident with similar pattern. That’s been with me now for numerous occasions. Feeling really confused, I try and get my thoughts cleared; but just to get confused further. Same thing happened today. Worried about what to google, I tried to get my doubts, on how I need to proceed, cleared. After a head banging sequence of questions and answers with….. (how does that matter)…. Now am standing at the same edge, further confused and more worried. Is that me who’s senselessly fooling ’round or are the fools round me trying to fool me ’round?

Confused!!!! … Get in touch with me. Will surely clear your doubts