tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63635374411262976712024-03-04T23:08:41.744-08:00In Musing ModeKasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-65116813323947640682022-05-08T00:44:00.002-07:002022-05-08T00:44:29.490-07:00Dehradun Literature Festival: Talking about the sessions: Part I<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Why did I seek out a literature festival for a vacation and a getaway? That too a lesser known one? Firstly because I love delicious minds, and secondly I do love Dehradun. I love the fact, that this festival doesn't tom-tom itself, it doesn't have a line-up of the who's-who of grand egos. It is a smallish festival attended mainly by the students themselves of Doon School. (Doon School is where the festival is held) I love the energy and the vibe of the students, they are the ones showing you around, manning registration counters and also just in general having fun themselves.</div><div><br /></div><div>God, I do hope it stays small and intimate and the best minds do keep coming there (and now I feel it is time to participate in a festival than merely attend it, so let's see how that goes) <br /><br /></div><div>Just putting down a few sessions that were a standout for me, and this is a to be continued feature :)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>First session:</div><div><br /></div><div>The first session I attended I was halfway in, I managed to catch only last ten minutes of the session.<br />I remember the session being about 'Success in a career' and it was led by an entrepreneur who had a rags to riches success story, someone who is a coach to organisations and a moderator. I was tempted to ask, and I did: 'I asked them their definition of success' and boy did I love the answers. <br /><br /></div><div>First off was the coach, who said, that success is very personal and not a universal definition. For someone success simply is waking up early and packing their child's tiffin or for someone success is looking after their ailing parents. (did I mention I loved the answer)</div><div><br /></div><div>Next, came in the answer from the entrepreneur, who mentioned an incident: His wife was in the hospital and battling cancer, she was also struck with paralysis and could only move her two thumbs. She was admittedly very frustrated and mad about the state she was in. He was at that time working from the hospital and reminded her to focus on what she did have: the resources to be admitted in the best hospital in the city, her family and friends by her side and most of all, the fact that she could still use her two thumbs. His wife then used her two thumbs and penned down short love stories upon observations in the hospital. All on her mobile phone, and they are now shortly getting published. This to him was success is what he said. And all I really could do was nod, because I had tears streaming down my eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div><br />Second session: <br /><br /></div><div>The second session I attended was very intriguingly called 'Masala Shakespeare' and was led by the author and professor, Jonathan Gil Harris. Jonathan is a New Zealander, who is now based in India and he wore the most impeccable kurta-pyjama I have seen. The 'Gil' in his name is adopted to accommodate his love for India.</div><div><br /></div><div>He spoke of fascinating things. The ones I loved were:</div><div><br />His observation that what's common between Shakespeare and Bollywood is that: they both want to talk to the largest denominator and want to include everyone. He compared Shakespeare's work to that of Manmohan Desai (Amar, Akbar, Anthony), that speaks to everyone in the masses. Nobody is excluded. <br /><br />He also mentioned that he loved, 'Bombay' versus 'Mumbai' because Bombay was more tolerant, every single one of us could sit next to each other in a theatre and watch a film. In a theatre we were equal. <br /><br /></div><div>He also mentioned that if you listen closely the iambic pentameter (the style in which Shakespeare wrote most of his poetry) it sounds a little like a heartbeat<br /><br /></div><div>Here I didn't ask a question, just told Mr Harris that I think his students are very very lucky. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/in/" rel="license"><img alt="Creative Commons License" height="31" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/in/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0px;" width="88" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/InteractiveResource" property="dc:title" rel="dc:type" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">In Musing Mode</span> is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/in/" rel="license">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License</a>.</div>Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-31977487317108035942022-04-26T22:59:00.001-07:002022-04-26T23:00:08.344-07:00My favourite kind of people<div><br /></div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">I like people</span><br /><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">I mostly like them all</span><br /><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">but my favourite kind</span><br /><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">are the ones</span><br /><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">who are a little awkward</span><br /><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">a little messy<br /></span><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">graceful yes,<br /></span><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">but not brittle, like the ones who<br />hold a hardness in them<br /></span><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">of being better than everyone else<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">the ones I love</span></span><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">say wrong things<br />stutter, stammer, fall, freeze<br />but they then let it all out <br />with a loud laugh that</span><br /><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">seems to fountain, right</span><br /><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">from their soul<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">I like mostly all people</span><br /><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">but my favourite kind</span><br /><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">wink at you when they are</span><br /><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">bluffing their way out of something<br /></span><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">but also who</span><br /><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">when they don't know what to say<br />they usually don't know what to say<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">I like mostly all people</span><br /><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;">but my favourite kind<br /></span></span><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: medium;">are found at tea stalls <br />than at coffee houses<br />and at a humble eatery<br />than fancy restaurants<br />the real ones, the ones closer to the ground<br /><br />the ones who say thank you<br />the ones who also unabashedly break into song<br />the ones who talk to children, to the trees,<br />who when you look at them<br />you feel<br />yes everything is alright with the world</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div><p class="_04xlpA direction-ltr align-center para-style-body" style="--font-size: 58.6667px; 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I decided to take 10 days off, off from posting on instagram and just keeping my thoughts to myself. <br /><br />I ended up staying away for nine days, but nine days was enough to let me know that why we should be <br />mindful or intentional with social media.<br /><br />Instagram is a wonderful wonderful place to be seen, to share your thoughts, to have your mind and its deliciousness on display, to get creative; but what can be a great place to be seen, can also be a great place to hide. <br /><br />A screen, an instagram screen: being on the other side of the screen, can keep you away from real vulnerability (where someone can read you: your eyes, your hands, your shoulders and everything you are trying real hard not to say).<br /><br />It can also keep you away from rejection and loneliness (by creating a false sense of connection)<br /><br />Why a false sense of connection? Because the like button is like a sugar high. Sweet but devoid of any real nutrition. Real nutrition or real connection nourishes us. <br /><br />A real connection is when someone is witness to you in real life. To all your idiosyncrasies: to the way you make coffee, laugh annoyingly, the way you cry or the way you arrange your food on a plate. All of it.We can't share all of our insides on social media (mercifully), that can be done only in real life. <br /><br />Instagram, snapchat, most of social media also understand our need for perfection (hello filters), and end of the day all it can leave us at times (when all the wonderful people we meet go back into our phones), perfect and well, lonely. <br /></span><div><span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/InteractiveResource" property="dc:title" rel="dc:type" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><br /></span></div><div><span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/InteractiveResource" property="dc:title" rel="dc:type" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><br /></span><a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/in/" rel="license"><img alt="Creative Commons License" src="http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nc-nd/2.5/in/88x31.png" style="border-width: 0px;" /></a></div><div><span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/InteractiveResource" property="dc:title" rel="dc:type" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">In Musing Mode</span> is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/in/" rel="license">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License</a>.</div>Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-41337302911248228882022-02-09T22:17:00.009-08:002022-02-09T22:32:53.870-08:00The voice that lingers on....<span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;"><br />If there is a voice that travels through various parts of my life as song (as I am sure is true of many many Indians) it is the singular voice of Lata Mangeshkar:<br /></span><br /><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;"><i>through</i> the radio at the istriwaale bhaiya, where as you </span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">waited for your clothes to get ironed, you were treated to songs from his tinny radio (</span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large; font-style: italic;">Ye Mausam ka Jadoo hain Mitwa</span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">)<br /></span><br /><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">through the voice of my best friend singing her songs to me </span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">in cafes and on walks (</span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large; font-style: italic;">Chupa Lo Dil Mein Yun Pyaar Mera</span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">), </span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">the rendition of which brought tears to my eyes and hers<br /></span><br /><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;"><i>through</i> the music which mom listened to on the radio as she went about doing her chores (</span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large; font-style: italic;">Rahe na rahe hum, mehka karenge: banke kali, banke saba, baage wafa mein</span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">)<br /></span><br /><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;"><i>through</i> this voice that still calls out to me, it was a Marathi movie someone at home was watching and a song that still calls out to me, because the quality of it is haunting and beautiful and soulful and that stays as an echo in you, long after it stops playing. </span><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large; font-style: italic;">(Akercha Ha Tula Dandavat)<br /></span><br /><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">And of course</span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large; font-style: italic;"> Ghanashyam Sundara </span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">in</span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large; font-style: italic;"> </span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">Marathi again, it </span><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">can be conveyed only in one word: uff<br /></span><br /><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">And just about two days ago listening to '</span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large; font-style: italic;">Ajeeb Dastan Hain Ye'</span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;"> as I finally found an auto-rickshaw driver who had a portable speaker and was playing all old Hindi numbers. I was struck by the sheer quality of feeling in that song. It takes you a place that is beautiful, laced with melancholy and longing and you cannot miss a single note of that feeling.</span><div><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">What an echo, of a voice that will linger on forever, </span><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">what a legacy, to leave behind </span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">that you live on in music, in a million households, in a million memories: in devotion</span><span class="JsGRdQ white-space-prewrap" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;"> </span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">(</span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large; font-style: italic;">Allah Tero Naam</span><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">), in love, in sadness, </span><span style="font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; font-size: large;">in laughter: to live on as a song, how beautiful is that.</span><div style="--font-size: 37.3118px; --line-height: 1.4; font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; line-height: 52px; text-align: left;"><span class="JsGRdQ"><p class="_04xlpA direction-ltr align-center para-style-body" style="--font-size: 37.3118px; --line-height: 1.4; line-height: 52px; text-align: left;"><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-size: medium;">And finally as a tribute, an old haiku of mine:</span></p><p class="_04xlpA direction-ltr align-start para-style-body" style="--font-size: 37.3118px; --line-height: 1.4; line-height: 52px; text-align: left;"></p><p class="_04xlpA direction-ltr align-center para-style-body" style="--font-size: 37.3118px; --line-height: 1.4; line-height: 52px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-style: italic;">this song that plays<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">i haven't left this place</span></span></p><p class="_04xlpA direction-ltr align-center para-style-body" style="--font-size: 37.3118px; --line-height: 1.4; line-height: 52px; text-align: left;"></p><p class="_04xlpA direction-ltr align-start para-style-body" style="--font-size: 37.3118px; --line-height: 1.4; line-height: 52px; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span class="JsGRdQ"></span><span class="JsGRdQ white-space-prewrap"></span></span></p><p class="_04xlpA direction-ltr align-center para-style-body" style="--font-size: 37.3118px; --line-height: 1.4; line-height: 52px; text-align: center;"><span class="JsGRdQ" style="font-size: medium; font-style: italic;">yet am not here</span></p><p class="_04xlpA direction-ltr align-start para-style-body" style="--font-size: 37.3118px; --line-height: 1.4; line-height: 52px; text-align: left;"><span class="JsGRdQ"><br /></span></p></span></div><p class="_04xlpA direction-ltr align-start para-style-body" style="--font-size: 37.3118px; --line-height: 1.4; font-family: "YACgEYmuCJE 0", _fb_, auto; line-height: 52px; text-align: left;"></p><p class="_04xlpA direction-ltr align-start para-style-body" style="--font-size: 37.3118px; 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Starting with a 10.30 am class on Branding and Human Behaviour: it is called Inside Insights. And then a Haiku Utsav from 2pm to almost 6.30 pm. </div><div><br /></div><div>The class, is led by someone I know from my days in advertising. Someone I really look up to. Very sharp, very down-to-earth, and of course wonderfully perceptive. The class today reminded me of how much<br />of human behaviour we think we can predict, and really how much of it, we can't. Humans are complex creatures and of course got me thinking, what about studying humans beyond their minds. Can research<br />and marketing peep into souls? Yes do, they call it the sub-conscious. Fascinating all of it really. <br />I miss the role of 'love' in marketing. Brands should simply get consumers to fall in love with them.<br />But of course love is a tricky thing: no rational reason, we don't love someone for any rational reason. <br />So brands are a little bit of everything I guess: myth, marketing and insights....hmmmm<br /><br /></div><div>The poetry I stumbled on to today at the Utsav was amazing. Made me realise how much I love poems,<br />and thought of so many of them today: but didn't pen a single one. Except this one, right here:</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>the lit patch of road<br />under a <br />streetlamp<br /></div><div>I wonder, <br />which way <br />is home</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><span href="http://purl.org/dc/dcmitype/InteractiveResource" property="dc:title" rel="dc:type" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">In Musing Mode</span> is licensed under a <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.5/in/" rel="license">Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License</a>.Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-53290774576754858312014-05-25T00:47:00.002-07:002014-05-25T00:50:37.501-07:00Micropoetry - mine<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20.020000457763672px;"><i>Like a seedling from the soil,</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20.020000457763672px;"><i>Like a flag in a victory march,</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20.020000457763672px;"><i>Like a note in a crescendo,</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, Palatino Linotype, Palatino, serif;"><span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20.020000457763672px;"><i>Rise.</i></span></span></div>
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right in the middle,</div>
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of wherever you are,</div>
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and everything you wanted,</div>
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ever desired and hoped for,</div>
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was right across that line,</div>
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all you had to do to cross over,</div>
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was leave somethings behind,</div>
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excuses, self-defeating patterns,</div>
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negative thoughts, self-criticism,</div>
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judgments, regrets, if-onlys,</div>
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blame, mistrust and your limitations,</div>
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would you cross over?</div>
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Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-56825805874688110152013-01-15T04:30:00.003-08:002013-01-15T04:30:46.281-08:00The Sciences Sing a Lullaby - Albert Goldmsith<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i style="display: inline; margin-top: 0px; outline: none 0px;">Physics says:</i> go to sleep. Of course<br style="outline: none 0px;" />you’re tired. Every atom in you<br style="outline: none 0px;" />has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes<br style="outline: none 0px;" />nonstop from mitosis to now.<br style="outline: none 0px;" />Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance<br style="display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; outline: none 0px;" />inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.</div>
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<i style="display: inline; margin-top: 0px; outline: none 0px;">Geology says:</i> it will be all right. Slow inch<br style="outline: none 0px;" />by inch America is giving itself<br style="outline: none 0px;" />to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness<br style="outline: none 0px;" />lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.<br style="outline: none 0px;" />You aren’t alone. All of the continents used to be<br style="display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; outline: none 0px;" />one body. You aren’t alone. Go to sleep.</div>
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<i style="display: inline; margin-top: 0px; outline: none 0px;">Astronomy says:</i> the sun will rise tomorrow,<br style="outline: none 0px;" /><i style="outline: none 0px;">Zoology says:</i> on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,<br style="outline: none 0px;" /><i style="outline: none 0px;">Psychology says:</i> but first it has to be night, so<br style="outline: none 0px;" /><i style="outline: none 0px;">Biology says:</i> the body-clocks are stopped all over town<br style="outline: none 0px;" />and<br style="outline: none 0px;" /><i style="display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; outline: none 0px;">History says:</i> here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.</div>
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Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-29823447193743439252012-12-01T01:31:00.001-08:002012-12-01T01:31:21.152-08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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questions fluttering like sparrows<br />
hop from branch to branch<br />
spaces between silences<br />
make the air sticky like soap from burst bubbles<br />
the lights dim and get brighter<br />
answers take flight like a cat's tail on fire<br />
I have a bubblegum stuck on a shoe kind of mind today<br />
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Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-18599371087798468342012-11-09T03:28:00.000-08:002012-11-09T03:28:06.160-08:00Who is happier?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This question still puzzles me, many observations later - I am still nonplussed. Is it someone who sees life and the world as an intricate pattern full of symbolism and possibilities. Or is it someone who sees life as is - the plain, let us have fun and let us live it to its fullest without understanding any of it. Which of the above is happier? Which one is more content? Can you choose how you see the world and interpret it? </div>
Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-54673532180504523202012-11-07T10:50:00.003-08:002012-11-07T10:50:45.108-08:00Metaphor of the day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There were noisy, happy and chatty people in the café he was at; he wondered what makes people talk so much, as if they would turn to statues if they stayed silent. He wished it were like that.<br />
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Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-60139453900149056122012-11-07T01:46:00.002-08:002012-11-07T02:00:57.091-08:00Musing of the day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Writing can or never is impersonal. For me, I create with my own unique perception, my varied or limited experience, my gathered-over-the years biases, my pernickety preferences, seeing through my looking glass - in which the world reflects in its own special way. Writing to me is like weaving little pieces of your soul into every creation. It's like painting it with a colour that oozes only out of your skin. And finally displaying it to a world created out of your own perception.</div>
Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-49445530207976317832012-11-06T10:20:00.003-08:002012-11-07T04:41:42.202-08:00Metaphor of the day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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She watched the baby as it drifted off to a soundless sleep, as quiet as a whisper dying out. </div>
Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-37503751623518304742012-09-25T05:51:00.002-07:002012-09-25T05:51:53.294-07:00Mental Floss #70<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-3102819850027105042012-05-17T05:51:00.001-07:002012-05-17T05:51:04.916-07:00Mental Floss#2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Comparisons are futile aren't they? If I compare myself to an apple, I will always only be slightly better than an apple.</span>
</div>Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-41981796035416176072012-04-21T00:05:00.000-07:002012-07-27T23:01:55.631-07:00Musing on the concept of marriage<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Marriage. An eight letter word that feels like a four lettered word these days. Why does everyone assume that if you are not married you must be terribly unhappy? That something vital is missing in your life - like the sun to your planets.The centre of gravity could be different for everyone. Is marriage supposed to be the centre or the source that holds all the threads in your life together? And what if the centre shifts, the marriage heads for a breakdown - is it supposed to be the end of your universe? What is wrong with just a fulfilling relationship? Does it need a tag, sanction or approval from society to be what it is? I know many people who have married for security, only to never find it in a marriage. Many who have married to alleviate loneliness, to have never found companionship. Of course these may be the exceptions and maybe you attain your life's purpose only after you've finally learnt how to co-habit with another person legally - but it can't be the right prescription for everyone. One medicine for all maladies? Musing continues....</div>Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-35914631115094528872012-04-12T11:51:00.001-07:002012-04-12T11:51:16.945-07:00Realisation#1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My answers are a result of a series of questions I ask myself. My answers could be different from yours, because my questions could be different from yours. #Givingandtakingadvicedoesn'twork.<br />
</div>Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-68769621909408717612012-03-28T01:34:00.000-07:002012-03-28T01:34:55.083-07:00wisdom in unlikely places....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
and that place happens to be the calvin and hobbes comic strip....<br />
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It's not denial. I'm just selective about the reality I accept.<br />
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A day can really slip by when you’re deliberately avoiding what you’re supposed to do.<br />
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That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!<br />
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So the secret to good self-esteem is to lower your expectations to the point where they're already met?<br />
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Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.<br />
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County library? Reference desk, please. Hello? Yes, I need a word definition. Well, that's the problem. I don't know how to spell it and I'm not allowed to say it. Could you just rattle off all the swear words you know and I'll stop you when...Hello??<br />
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Well, it just seemed wrong to cheat on an ethics test.<br />
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If you do the job badly enough, sometimes you don't get asked to do it again.<br />
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The only skills I have the patience to learn are those that have no real application in life.<br />
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I say, if your knees aren't green by the end of the day, you ought to seriously re-examine your life.<br />
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True friends are hard to come by ... I need more money.<br />
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Why should I have to WORK for everything?! It's like saying I don't deserve it!<br />
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Reality continues to ruin my life.<br />
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I like maxims that don't encourage behavior modification.<br />
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Weekends don't count unless you spend them doing something completely pointless.<br />
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A little rudeness and disrespect can elevate a meaningless interaction to a battle of wills and add drama to an otherwise dull day.<br />
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Life's disappointments are harder to take when you don't know any swear words.<br />
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In my opinion, we don't devote nearly enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks.<br />
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You know, Hobbes, some days even my lucky rocketship underpants don't help.<br />
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As a math atheist, I should be excused from this.<br />
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I'm learning real skills that I can apply throughout the rest of my life ... Procrastinating and rationalizing.<br />
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I have a hammer! I can put things together! I can knock things apart! I can alter my environment at will and make an incredible din all the while! Ah, it's great to be male!<br />
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I'm not dumb. I just have a command of thoroughly useless information.<br />
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I think life should be more like TV. I think all of life's problems ought to be solved in 30 minutes with simple homilies, don't you? I think weight and oral hygiene ought to be our biggest concerns. I think we should all have powerful, high-paying jobs, and everyone should drive fancy sports cars. All our desires should be instantly gratified. Women should always wear tight clothes, and men should carry powerful handguns. Life overall should be more glamorous, thrill-packed, and filled with applause, don't you think?<br />
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Why isn't my life like a situation comedy? Why don't I have a bunch of friends with nothing better to do but drop by and instigate wacky adventures? Why aren't my conversations peppered with spontaneous witticisms? Why don't my friends demonstrate heartfelt concern for my well being when I have problems? ...I gotta get my life some writers.</div>Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-67653346612247311442012-03-15T02:09:00.001-07:002012-03-15T02:09:47.930-07:00Scary Thought #1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If your heart feels heavy, is it a sign that maybe it is turning into stone?<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">in secret, between the shadow and the soul.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">I love you as the plant that never blooms</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">so I love you because I know no other way</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">than this: where I does not exist, nor you,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.</span>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;">Pablo Neruda</span></div>
Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-84558897542990094352012-03-13T01:41:00.000-07:002012-03-13T01:41:40.801-07:00Needs no title<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Man on Porch</em>: Why don’t you kiss her instead of talking her to death?<br /><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">George Bailey:</em> You want me to kiss her, huh?<br /><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Man on Porch:</em> Ah, youth is wasted on the wrong people.</span></div>
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<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; line-height: 21px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">“The heart is the only broken instrument that works.” - T.E. Kalem</span>
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</div>Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-68530498789748698112012-03-13T01:37:00.002-07:002012-03-13T01:37:33.011-07:00Beautiful....exquisitely beautiful<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">It’s dark.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">You exhale a fist of memory.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">I love you like weathering wood</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">in a room of empty pianos.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">When you return to something you love,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">it’s already beyond repair.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 26px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">You wear it broken.</span><br />
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</div>Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6363537441126297671.post-34970413647549558682012-03-01T11:09:00.000-08:002012-04-20T01:59:22.185-07:00We are<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We are atoms. We are open scars.We are a million short stories.We are molecules.We are pent-up wishes. We are 10 trillion cells. We are repressed passions. We are someone's past. We are lines on a palm. We are heart, brain and mind all welded together. We are hope carriers. We are someone else's opinion of ourselves. We are slaves, we are masters. We are the keepers of conscience and insults. We are a beating heart-in-the-mouth.We are all selfish.We are synapses between neurons of the world. We are possibilities waiting to happen.We are all a little broken.We are love seekers.We are prejudiced bigots. We are dreamers. We are eyes that see too much. We are deeply held convictions. We are indestructible souls. We are the truth that will set us free. We are creative impulses. We are living lies. We are pleasure chasers. We are the urgency of desire. We are mirrors. We are happiness makers. We are...if you think about it, just another footnote in the pages of a single chapter of the universe.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Isn't happiness or to be happy a choice? Just like choosing your favourite flavour of coffee :)</span></div>Kasturihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09064444570160243299noreply@blogger.com4