- One of the nicest things about telling the truth is that you don't have to remember what you said.
- If you have happiness you have everything, and if you don't have happiness, you have nothing.
- When you think of yesterday without regret and tomorrow without fear, you are near contentment.
- A bitter tongue makes life bitter; a sweet tongue makes life better.
- Be nice to people on the way up, because you will meet them on your way down.
- The happiness you give makes you happier than the happiness you receive.
- Instead of being afraid in a delicate situation, learn a lesson from it and make yourself strong.
- Talking comes by nature, silence by wisdom.
25 October, 2008
FOOD FOR THE MIND!
06 October, 2008
Singur Moods- Politics beats Industry!
Yesterday, the last attempt to reach an affable solution between the CPM and the Tatas' failed. Why? The opposition parties.
It saddens me to think that in a country of immense talent and resources, politics holds redoubtable power to an extent that it hinders economic growth. That too more pronounced in states like West Bengal and Kerala.
I am a Bengali who has never really stayed in Kolkata. I had never been a part of the real Kolkata like its bandhs or Durga puja to even comment on it. Hence, I’ve never felt for my motherland. Coming to think of it, I do feel uncomfortable. But there is nothing i can do about it.
But today I’m surprised to discover an emotion that I’ve been completely unfamiliar with. This Singur episode with its final blow of the Tatas waving good bye to WB and resolving to move away to a more prosperous location has somehow distressed me. I somehow, out of the blue, feel bonded to Kolkata. I somehow feel at a huge loss by the turn of events. It must not really affect ME, a person who lives far far away to even feel its aftermath. And more so because i always thought that i don’t really fit in the picture of this state. I am obviously happy about the fact that the innovative project of the Nano car isn’t abandoned. I’m glad about the fact that it will be implemented in my very own country but in a more peaceful and cooperative location. What pains me is that it is NOT West Bengal anymore.
I don’t really understand what the opposition achieves by doing this... is it a show of power or is it really aimed at relieving the farmers? Whatever this game of politics is aimed at, what really matters is that in the end of the day only common man is affected.
The development of Singur comes tumbling down, dreams of myriads of educated unemployed get shattered, the dream of moving an agricultural economy towards industrialisation remains incomplete and the worst of all, this one episode serves as an indication of stagnation of economy due to repulsion of investors from entering the state. And needless to say, political unrest will see new heights now!
Ratan Tata said, Bengal will see many such Nano projects taking shape in Bengal. But with such a display of turbulence and disorder will anyone even spare a look at Bengal?
It saddens me to think that in a country of immense talent and resources, politics holds redoubtable power to an extent that it hinders economic growth. That too more pronounced in states like West Bengal and Kerala.
I am a Bengali who has never really stayed in Kolkata. I had never been a part of the real Kolkata like its bandhs or Durga puja to even comment on it. Hence, I’ve never felt for my motherland. Coming to think of it, I do feel uncomfortable. But there is nothing i can do about it.
But today I’m surprised to discover an emotion that I’ve been completely unfamiliar with. This Singur episode with its final blow of the Tatas waving good bye to WB and resolving to move away to a more prosperous location has somehow distressed me. I somehow, out of the blue, feel bonded to Kolkata. I somehow feel at a huge loss by the turn of events. It must not really affect ME, a person who lives far far away to even feel its aftermath. And more so because i always thought that i don’t really fit in the picture of this state. I am obviously happy about the fact that the innovative project of the Nano car isn’t abandoned. I’m glad about the fact that it will be implemented in my very own country but in a more peaceful and cooperative location. What pains me is that it is NOT West Bengal anymore.
I don’t really understand what the opposition achieves by doing this... is it a show of power or is it really aimed at relieving the farmers? Whatever this game of politics is aimed at, what really matters is that in the end of the day only common man is affected.
The development of Singur comes tumbling down, dreams of myriads of educated unemployed get shattered, the dream of moving an agricultural economy towards industrialisation remains incomplete and the worst of all, this one episode serves as an indication of stagnation of economy due to repulsion of investors from entering the state. And needless to say, political unrest will see new heights now!
Ratan Tata said, Bengal will see many such Nano projects taking shape in Bengal. But with such a display of turbulence and disorder will anyone even spare a look at Bengal?
13 July, 2008
Sudoku Blues
It has always been a routine affair. Everyday morning, after breakfast, i would sit down with the Times Of India and solve the everyday Sudoku before reading the paper. Honestly speaking, I’m not really good at Sudoku but yes I am addicted to it. Hence I never fail to devote 10 long minutes breaking my head on the medium level Sudoku puzzle published in the City Times.
But yesterday, my ever notorious sister smacked my custom. Anyway, I knew such a blow was coming soon. Everyday, she would wake up late and open the paper to see the Sudoku already solved. And the expression on her face! Oh, I guess that made me feel more jubilant than solving the puzzle without mistakes. However triumphant I was, her looks insinuated that a crafty plan was fabricating under her skin. And poor me, I was left anticipating the day of revenge.
I knew it wasn’t far but i also didn’t know that it would be YESTERDAY. I miscalculated. Anyway, it was my usual morning but she woke up with me astonishingly. And at the breakfast table, she nearly gobbled her food. I was wondering what’s wrong. Stupid I, so much of a clue failed to alert me. And my unscrupulous sister, judging the right moment hopped out, washed and grabbed my precious precious paper. Seeing this, I too jumped out and without even washing my hands tried to snatch away the paper from her. Well, my sister is a very violent one. Sweet words and compromise is not in her dictionary. Hence, abandoning any alternative of a peaceful solution, I decided to fight. Well, it was a very aggressive fight. In the end, the paper was in two halves and smashed like a toilet roll, I couldn’t move my left hand and my sister was crying. My mother, still sitting at the table, totally bowled over, was too overtaken for words. But, the most disheartening thing was that my sister got the precious half. I lost. I decided not to speak to the little devil.
I sat right there like a snob while my sister sat down with the paper and a pen. And in less than 5 minutes, she left. Finally, summarizing that my sister probably gave up on the puzzle, I decided to take it. And there, the puzzle was neatly solved! Now I was shocked. That little devil that could only think evil and do evil, could solve a medium level puzzle in such less time! 8 minutes is the average time for a medium puzzle recorded my Web Sudoku. And I have always struggled to reach that mark. Overtaken by admiration, I patched up with her. Well, I’ll never forget the expression on her face. It was a mixture of awe, pain and thrill.
Today, it was different. We both sat down together with the Sudoku. My mom was surprised. Little devil has changed. The everyday custom has changed. But most of all I have changed. And I like it better now.
But yesterday, my ever notorious sister smacked my custom. Anyway, I knew such a blow was coming soon. Everyday, she would wake up late and open the paper to see the Sudoku already solved. And the expression on her face! Oh, I guess that made me feel more jubilant than solving the puzzle without mistakes. However triumphant I was, her looks insinuated that a crafty plan was fabricating under her skin. And poor me, I was left anticipating the day of revenge.
I knew it wasn’t far but i also didn’t know that it would be YESTERDAY. I miscalculated. Anyway, it was my usual morning but she woke up with me astonishingly. And at the breakfast table, she nearly gobbled her food. I was wondering what’s wrong. Stupid I, so much of a clue failed to alert me. And my unscrupulous sister, judging the right moment hopped out, washed and grabbed my precious precious paper. Seeing this, I too jumped out and without even washing my hands tried to snatch away the paper from her. Well, my sister is a very violent one. Sweet words and compromise is not in her dictionary. Hence, abandoning any alternative of a peaceful solution, I decided to fight. Well, it was a very aggressive fight. In the end, the paper was in two halves and smashed like a toilet roll, I couldn’t move my left hand and my sister was crying. My mother, still sitting at the table, totally bowled over, was too overtaken for words. But, the most disheartening thing was that my sister got the precious half. I lost. I decided not to speak to the little devil.
I sat right there like a snob while my sister sat down with the paper and a pen. And in less than 5 minutes, she left. Finally, summarizing that my sister probably gave up on the puzzle, I decided to take it. And there, the puzzle was neatly solved! Now I was shocked. That little devil that could only think evil and do evil, could solve a medium level puzzle in such less time! 8 minutes is the average time for a medium puzzle recorded my Web Sudoku. And I have always struggled to reach that mark. Overtaken by admiration, I patched up with her. Well, I’ll never forget the expression on her face. It was a mixture of awe, pain and thrill.
Today, it was different. We both sat down together with the Sudoku. My mom was surprised. Little devil has changed. The everyday custom has changed. But most of all I have changed. And I like it better now.
25 June, 2008
I coloured?
The following is a poem by an African. It was nominated as the best poem of year 2005.
When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I cold, I black
When I sick, I black
When I ill, I black
When I die, I still black
And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you scared, you yellow
When you cold, you blue
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you grey.
When you grow, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you scared, you yellow
When you cold, you blue
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you grey.
And you call me coloured? Who is it Now?
What is so striking in this poem? Surely, neither grammar nor language. Then WHAT makes it so hard-hitting is a question i ask...
17 June, 2008
Cant think of a heading
Well... i really really cant think of a heading!!
So if you are expecting a quality post or anything close to it...i suggest, close this window. Because this post is going to be messy. Im just typing whatever's on my mind and thats a relieving act for me and a very dangerous one for the reader.
Well having cautioned you... even if you have started reading this entry then im sure after reading the pointlessness of the first para, you could have made a decision to go ahead reading or not.
Okay! so back to my pointless point, my mind is swarming with stuff to pen on and its all a big mess in my head, hence this post :D Im just not able to arrange all my thoughts to make perfect sense, so i decided to give up thinking and start typing... and that really feels a hell lot easier !
I went for a long evening walk today, after ages with a close friend whom i've met after ages and i feel ecstatic! Maybe its because we could get to talk after so long, about old friends, school, teachers, writing, college... or maybe its because i finally got to go out of home today and explore our little Awali! Well, we have gone for long walks before also and each time we explore the same Awali, there's something new about it... the roads, the park are all the same but time always does its little magic!
This time I had in my mind to read th Fountainhead and was pretty disappointed when i didnt find that book in the library. Then i went in search of The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari and that too was unavailable! i was majorly disappointed. And as usual i filled up a request form to get The Fountainhead as soon as possible. Nevertheless, the librarian told me that it will take atleast 2 months as it has to be booked oversees. I sighed! Went back to the shelves, and as i was browsing through the books, I found In Custody by Anita Desai. Well, i remember i had filled a form for In Custody last summer. And there it was... quite many had issued it. I felt elated! Brought it home and started reading and what a bore... I never feel tired of books but i dont know what happened with that particular book... i tried reading it 3 times but couldnt proceed. It was so slow! And i cant believe that i had placed an order for that book last year! But now im happy cause im happily settled with We, The Living by Ayn Rand. I've just started reading it and it is unputdownable! Hoping to write a review soon.
Talking of something really provoking...Orkut! You will laugh im sure. Recently, i ran into a few of my long lost friends' profiles. From there profiles i couldnt make out that they used to be my friends someday! I was thoroughly awed! I sometimes wonder what time does to us... A lapse of maybe 6 or 7years changes us so completely. Recently, when one of my long lost friends told me that she got commited 3 years ago...i could only stare! Her vivid memories flashed in my mind... she was just not the type! She used to be so nonchalant each time the mere topic of "Going out" used to come up. This got me thinking whether i have changed...whether my friends would say the same thing seeing my profile... But everyone feels that only he/she hasnt changed with time... maybe even i satisfy myself with the same explanation.
And my most recent adventure...COOKING... naaahh i think it deserves an entire post!!!
Maybe this entry was really messy and pointless but i console myself saying its fine to be pointless sometimes!
Maybe i should put a fullstop now!
signing off
Beautiful Mind
So if you are expecting a quality post or anything close to it...i suggest, close this window. Because this post is going to be messy. Im just typing whatever's on my mind and thats a relieving act for me and a very dangerous one for the reader.
Well having cautioned you... even if you have started reading this entry then im sure after reading the pointlessness of the first para, you could have made a decision to go ahead reading or not.
Okay! so back to my pointless point, my mind is swarming with stuff to pen on and its all a big mess in my head, hence this post :D Im just not able to arrange all my thoughts to make perfect sense, so i decided to give up thinking and start typing... and that really feels a hell lot easier !
I went for a long evening walk today, after ages with a close friend whom i've met after ages and i feel ecstatic! Maybe its because we could get to talk after so long, about old friends, school, teachers, writing, college... or maybe its because i finally got to go out of home today and explore our little Awali! Well, we have gone for long walks before also and each time we explore the same Awali, there's something new about it... the roads, the park are all the same but time always does its little magic!
This time I had in my mind to read th Fountainhead and was pretty disappointed when i didnt find that book in the library. Then i went in search of The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari and that too was unavailable! i was majorly disappointed. And as usual i filled up a request form to get The Fountainhead as soon as possible. Nevertheless, the librarian told me that it will take atleast 2 months as it has to be booked oversees. I sighed! Went back to the shelves, and as i was browsing through the books, I found In Custody by Anita Desai. Well, i remember i had filled a form for In Custody last summer. And there it was... quite many had issued it. I felt elated! Brought it home and started reading and what a bore... I never feel tired of books but i dont know what happened with that particular book... i tried reading it 3 times but couldnt proceed. It was so slow! And i cant believe that i had placed an order for that book last year! But now im happy cause im happily settled with We, The Living by Ayn Rand. I've just started reading it and it is unputdownable! Hoping to write a review soon.
Talking of something really provoking...Orkut! You will laugh im sure. Recently, i ran into a few of my long lost friends' profiles. From there profiles i couldnt make out that they used to be my friends someday! I was thoroughly awed! I sometimes wonder what time does to us... A lapse of maybe 6 or 7years changes us so completely. Recently, when one of my long lost friends told me that she got commited 3 years ago...i could only stare! Her vivid memories flashed in my mind... she was just not the type! She used to be so nonchalant each time the mere topic of "Going out" used to come up. This got me thinking whether i have changed...whether my friends would say the same thing seeing my profile... But everyone feels that only he/she hasnt changed with time... maybe even i satisfy myself with the same explanation.
And my most recent adventure...COOKING... naaahh i think it deserves an entire post!!!
Maybe this entry was really messy and pointless but i console myself saying its fine to be pointless sometimes!
Maybe i should put a fullstop now!
signing off
Beautiful Mind
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