tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52398628488408340892024-03-05T02:52:44.459-08:00Achu's ImpressionsAchalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-81099401139820084382014-06-17T08:31:00.004-07:002014-06-17T08:45:50.525-07:00The blank space!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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used to question myself sometimes; a lot of times, in fact. And in those times,
the answers were usually a blank space. I wondered. Still I continued; never
stopped questioning; and the blank space expanded each time. Worst is, I
wondered with ‘strong feelings’ about the questions. I gazed; stared; and
smiled at ‘em rarely too. Often I prepared myself to be obnoxious towards it but
that used to overrule in no time. Prepared myself to be patient and that used
to get under-ruled. Now what else? The questions remain and the blank space still
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then I changed my gazing. That perhaps without my knowledge; turned it around.
I ignored questions. I started gazing at the blank space instead. Figured the
vast space lying there. The happenings, the connection of dots and the effortless
knit. I took a deep breath and was in shock many a times. The process stunned
me, leaving me contended and easy, calm, serene and filled with love. Moreover,
the blank space has given all the answers that I was looking out for. It was
there, right there! Duhh!</span></div>
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Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-80264778194337416162013-02-10T10:08:00.002-08:002013-02-11T07:39:27.884-08:00I didn't …it just did!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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might be two reasons for taking a break from anything. One, when there’s
nothing to do and other, when there are lots of things to do, and you’re
feeling overwhelmed and fatigued. The latter scenario has been caught up with
me from last two months, sort of causing a forcible break from the blogging
space in this brand new year. I just didn't know what to write because of so
many things crossing my mind and them competing amongst themselves.</span><span style="font-family: Lucida Console;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was not sure which topic to bang on until this day, this time. I was
contemplating to write on the second chance I got, twists in my journeys, the
first real shooting star I saw, diligent garbage worker I observed, my adventurous
travel, and a new perspective for a work-life that a start-up company introduced.
But everything takes a toll, steps aside when there are deep human emotions
involved. It’s easy to pick on this. In fact, it just gets picked, you see.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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to my actual topic, it overrides me to even think how some people can live so contentedly
and enjoy spreading that warm feeling across. The affection they render every
single time is so pure, so intense that it catches on to you even if you meet
them once in a while. It’s very seldom that we get to experience the magic of love
that’s so real and true, making you feel the emotions cutting through your
veins. These people go on creating endless impressions without any effort until
one day, when they don’t exist anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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heart goes out with gratitude and respect to a very special lady, an old friend’s mother, who had nothing else
but to offer true love. It is such people who flood our hearts with emotions
that breaks the ice, like for this blog in this year, it just did!</span><span style="font-family: Lucida Console;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-39480799016265338962012-12-06T03:46:00.000-08:002012-12-06T03:56:13.171-08:00My wistful fantasies…<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Guess I was just out of
college...perhaps in my early corporate days when I jotted down my fantasies listed in this blog.
I remember travelling in the bus, spontaneously scribbling on the paper, my defective
handwriting giving me the hardest time possible…but on the contrary, thoughts flowing
so easily, naturally and unstoppably.</span></span></div>
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after a few years, a friend of mine recently found this and shared it back with
me. Reading this does put a smile on to my face, making me realize how much I
love to hold on to the same fantasies……………still….:)</span><span style="font-family: Consolas; font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wish I could sleep on the bed of green paddy field;<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-26680660403538220262012-10-28T07:49:00.003-07:002012-10-28T11:59:10.485-07:00A rare city...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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been a fresh start today, this sunday morning, all to myself and so peaceful. I
do have such awesome feeling when I travel; visit places that give me enchanted
experience, making me feel the beauty and that beauty so unspecific. As I am
having this soothing mind-set, I thought of jotting down my experience about
one such place, which gave me the best time couple of months ago… a place that
makes you either to love it or hate, sparing from hell of a confusion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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waited for couple of years to get there, I was excited to death when my good
old friend and I finally made it. I couldn’t wait to witness the overwhelming mixed culture,
a deliberate fusion at one stop which was my main curiosity. But that was
out-beaten in no time by the other aspects of the city beautifully architected
in blocks, nestled with calming aura, peaceful beach, with a thin-line separating
east from the western culture. </span><span style="font-family: Consolas;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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being the person who loves to explore by walking, felt like that place was a boon.
There was inspiring art, detailed sculptures, tireless pathways, beautiful beach-side;
in addition to the shacks with their authentic French cuisine, good inexpensive
wines, spicy Indian chaats, refreshing ayurvedic massages, and moreover a sheer
home for leather-goods shopping.</span><span style="font-family: Consolas;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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city simply felt like a strong-character driven, offering to varied interests.
Few of my friends and I share the same feeling that, one either gets totally conditioned
to this place or turns otherwise, which indeed is the rarity. And I just can’t
stop thinking about anything that makes me feel like going back to it.
Pondicherry, Puducherry or Pondy as its popularly known, is surely one among
them!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-30070607768939491032012-08-25T12:54:00.002-07:002012-08-25T12:59:57.620-07:00Even the Cactus can be beautiful!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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bluish, darkish, fluctuating clouds; turned-on luscious mountains; solacing
hovering birds; that were sensitizing each moment of laughter, fun, frolic, calming
moments, depth of feelings; and thus sun raising, afloat drives, romantic roads,
wet markets, gullible nature, wild flowers, haunting boars, tempting sights,
local savouries, endless hilly lights a la made up stars, personified lady
lying down on rocks, misty breath, and smoky cuddle, cosy feet, pondering
thoughts, soaking dreams, smile within, natural
happiness, full of freedom and warmth of life; </span></span><br />
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that I had taken just one picture on my phone…</span><span style="font-family: Consolas; font-size: small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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the rattling fact that it can beat up to any other phenomenal beauty, a swell with
which, I can’t stop feeling the dulcet notes in my veins poked with the thorns
of </span><span style="line-height: 18px;">mesmerizing</span><span style="line-height: 115%;"> 'Subtle Music' of the Creator.. SIGH!!!!</span></span><span style="font-family: Consolas; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-29552474523494156242012-06-17T07:50:00.000-07:002012-06-17T07:50:18.270-07:00Falling in Love!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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emotion so plain and true which can sweep anybody off their feet. The feeling
of finding undivided attention, affection, feeling of security, safe and being unpretentious
is pure bliss. A feeling that someone just accepts you the way you are. The whispering
of sweet nothings, holding hands, sharing meaningless stories, the feeling of
belongingness, of walking in the air, having the power to conquer the world,
the extreme feeling of freedom even when locked up in his arms is as beautiful
as being one with nature. That real feeling of intimacy, warmth, bonding, of
being fearless, of your heart being touched, and being able to totally open up and
trust someone is profound. The feeling of this emotion is so splendid that the
world without one’s sweetheart seems completely empty. </span><span style="font-family: Consolas;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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meaning - and the meaning is feeling - and the feeling is experience, which one
needs to go through once, for a day, at least for a moment. It’s a feeling just
worth longing for, waiting for, even if it’s for a life time!</span><span style="font-family: Consolas;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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can hope for the above to happen, I wonder sometimes, how it takes years
together to understand that all the above is right there within, hiding within us.
It begins from inside, inviting the other person to patch the missing pieces,
of emotional feelings – Wholeheartedly!</span><span style="font-family: Consolas;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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first feel all of them within. The ultimate truth is that we can open up
doors for such invaluable feelings only when we trust ourselves, feel secure
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oneself that lasts long, a feeling of completeness, by making us able to
experience and embrace the sweetness of love around us. Falling in love with
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I am thinking about how Life plays around with us giving the ‘same damn’
realizations over and over again, but with a twist. Gosh!! What a feeling I
have gone through today…Ultimate! It was a feeling of complacency, struggle, stubbornness and finally an accomplishment. To top it all, the reward was so
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The task was not easy today. It gave me nightmares
thinking about the cycling distance with my friends that included 8 kms uphill
with a total of 42 kms. I had not touched a bicycle after school and the mere
thought of a gear bicycle freaked me out completely! All in all, it felt like an
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the location, chose my cycle, learnt the technicalities and got ready for the adventure.
We started cycling on the flat road – what could be called the complacent phase. Initially, I was having intermittent reminders about how I used talk to my bicycle back in
school. Ah, I love those real pals of mine. Anyway, after warming up with the
first 13km- stretch on foothills of Nandi hills, we got set for the dreaded 8 kms uphill,
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we neared to the 3 hrs of cycling to our destination, the test got tougher and
tougher reminding me of Robin Sharma’s words- “ 99% of people give up when they
are one step closer to the success” , which
made me - not to give up! I pursued and achieved like all my friends! It gave
me an immense sense of accomplishment as people who make it to the top were the
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excited to ride back downhill. We started within no time and the feeling was truly
flabbergasting! It was so much the worth cycling for 3 hrs just to experience
that 10 mins of flowing down. The flying experience, the sumptuous breeze, the
pleasure of achievement and the fun of the entire trail felt inexplicable. I
didn’t want it to end, the feeling of exult, of being on cloud nine seemed
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valuable the reward is when you go through enough efforts to fetch it. It needs
no explanations, no sharing, and no justifications when you experience it as a deserved return. Any gain that comes in shortcuts, is a short of real
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Watching them prompted me to recollect one of the incidents my sister had narrated some time ago. According to her story, a middle-aged person was once caught in the similar situation and was yelling at a guy on a bicycle, who was standing on the median for no fault of his, and people around, including the victim burst out laughing understanding the middle-aged person’s frustration on the piling traffic. Thinking about that incident cracked me up a bit and I felt lighter, which indeed prompted me to turn my plight around and make it more fun instead of dreading the unavoidable. And that happened by yet another tactic of bearing the traffic which I have accomplished many a times. </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>As I was once a big fan of Road Rash, a racing video game, I sometimes tend to perceive driving as playing a video game. I set my targets to chase some car in the front, which could be blue, sometimes the maroon or sometimes the posh ones which ever caught my interest. I set my target and strive to achieve each time we get on the go. It is adventurous, interesting, gives mission on the road, involves strategies and kills boredom. When you have no other go, it is fun to beat the heat of the traffic this way. </span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>Do try this out next time when you are bored or tired of driving long distances. If you are a gamer, you will love it! But, be safe… It doesn’t give you those three chances before the game’s over ;)</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>Signing off for now,</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Rage Italic'; ">Achu</span><o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><br /></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-82211250050361455232012-02-29T10:08:00.002-08:002012-02-29T10:13:26.063-08:00Shittt…not done!<p class="MsoSubtitle" style="font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; text-align: justify; "><span >About two weeks ago, I was standing in front of a small building contemplating for quite some time about entering the place or not. The dilemma arose as I had a choice to enter into a much bigger building that was just 200 meters away. I was drawn to the farther one, which by the way was a shopping mall and would have been more instrumental in making my recent Goa trip more exciting. But then, I decided to enter in to the smaller building – The Bank. <span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoSubtitle" style="font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span >I filled my deposit slip and noticed not many people around the cashier, so I deposited the cash directly. Then I walked down the road, to my car, after a hiatus of two hours- Window Shopping! In the mean time, noticed that there was no sms update on my phone about the deposit I had made, whilst I was informed that it was going to be an instant upgrade and would have the information reach me in no time. I normally get immediate intimations the moment I ‘withdraw’ cash from the bank. Not that I was worried, but as a woman, I would have appreciated the certainty for all my sacrifices.;)</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span >A day passed by without a message. Then it got me thinking, not about the message, but about life’s ways! In congruence to the above example, it made me realize, that how every time you receive something from life, it tends to get highlighted immediately, and how that every time you give in something to life, it gets acknowledged so late. It usually demands more time, more giving in, to have that slightest deserving aid and the comeback might be so late that it wouldn’t even matter anymore, or sometimes… it doesn’t even come back. Shittt….not done!:)</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-size: 12pt; "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoSubtitle" style="text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span ><span style="line-height: 115%; ">PS: And </span><span style="line-height: 18px; ">BTW</span><span style="line-height: 115%; ">, though I have resolved the mystery of my banking transaction by logging on to the net, the message… is still awaited ;)</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 115%; font-family: Consolas; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span ><span style="line-height: 115%; "><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span >Signing off for now,</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Rage Italic'; ">Achu</span><o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-28809095306161296312012-01-21T10:44:00.000-08:002012-01-22T06:47:44.808-08:00Commitment is a powerful thing!<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span>Recently, I read on how it takes about 21 days to get accustomed to any new habit and after which, how it goes about fitting in as your second skin. But then, the real challenge is the start, and getting through those initial tribulation. It isn’t that easy, unless a strong commitment pitches in, especially an unbending commitment if it is for a healthy change. Anyways, that reading had a deviated impact on me and has overwhelmed me to share an important part of my life, about two angels, who have shown me through their living, not just about the power of commitment, but insights on wisdom, values and much more! Here I present to you an ounce of their reflection for you…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><i>I fought for her finger ring for two consecutive years. Finally, when I got it, it fit me - tight and intact, making me feel so secure of her being with me. A gentle lady who was an epitome of grace, which had her face shining with simplicity, innocence, affection and selflessness. Her genuine smile could thaw any one bitter, and pierce through any one sweeter. Every time I think of her, I feel like bowing with respect, for she is like a Goddess to me. She knew nothing but to pass on that vibe, that everyone would get smitten by - her unconditional Love. Her life was committed to her good deeds towards her husband and rest of her loved ones, and even to strangers. There was no budging in doing her services wholeheartedly all the time. There was no excuse to take a break. It was the same all through, the same timings and the same discipline with increasing care and love every day. Inspite of being delicate, the inner strength she possessed was humongous as much as the immense common sense. She was a singer by heart, the charming, sweet, endearing, kind, and an eternal soul, the thought of whom can still fill up my eyes.</i></span><i><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span>He was strict, intelligent, and extremely knowledgeable with high self esteem. Something that he maintained forever is the discipline in timings. After all, an Army man. He never missed waking up at five in the morning and maintaining the disciplined schedule. He possessed such an intense will power that denied him to pop in a single pill throughout his life even with the chronic heart ailment and nagging knee problem. A lexicon by nature, he kept reading voraciously and was updated about current affairs all the time. He lived independently, so much that I remember him returning two rupees that he owed me once. He nurtured his precious wisdom and faced many adventures in life. He was well aware, informed and extremely organized, fulfilled his responsibilities so well and never did he transcend any of his troubles to others. He was the ideal example for a great leader. Apart from these, he had an attitude of extreme care that he showed through his anger. He always considered others comfort and respected all. Being a strict, well mannered, and a rigid soul, ironically instilled love in everyone’s heart, he is someone whom I can never ever discard from my life and who makes me proud of my association with him- every single minute.</span><o:p></o:p></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span>Yes, I started by talking about 21 days of commitment, but these noble people I have described here have led a meaningful life for about nine decades with such a powerful commitment to simple, but yet a great revering life, which tempted me to include them here as they fit the best for this topic. How strong and determined were they to imbibe that innate and pervasive quality of Love, Generosity, and Self-respect and mainly to –Commitment! I can’t say much, as my heart pours out with speechless emotions when my thoughts catches on their memories.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">To my Grandparents, whom I love, respect and miss the most.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span>Signing off for now,</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Rage Italic'; ">Achu</span><o:p></o:p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-76924479590823307492012-01-08T10:42:00.000-08:002012-01-08T11:13:29.514-08:00The Breeze...<p class="MsoNormal"><span>I remember torturing my high school friends and fewer work friends with my poems. Though it’s not in my interest to pen down verses, some blaze of emotions are bound to explode through this mode. Now, after couple of years of gap, I got pulled in again, into the same tangle. Well, now, I don’t have my high school friends, but here I am sharing it with you even when I know it’s going to be yet another torture for all:) Enjoy!</span><b style="font-family: 'Goudy Old Style', serif; "><o:p></o:p></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>The Breeze…</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span>On a dark timid night, just when I thought I was being punished;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span>Consenting to surpass the hurdle, with a mind of toleration;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span>Straining to uphold, decking up with the happenings, bit dim;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span>Something missing, something haunted me for a while;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span>I could not be lifted, could not be cajoled, and could not be shoved;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span>But with deep perspiration, which is like a realization, went with a flow;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span>Like a drop in the river, drop from the rain, swift and cool;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span>Suddenly jabbed with a strange complacent, a passing cloud, The Breeze;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span>That made me breathe, with a moist wind caressing my hair, force closing my eyes;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span>Making me feel my own smile, drifting rugged thoughts, senses;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span>Waking up the dead emotions, so hard, like a dead from life, refreshed;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span>Awakening the profound respect, for nature’s subtle existence;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span>The dance, the song, the moments, the acquaintance, with no end;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><span>That gentle breeze, on that dark timid night, became part of life.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span><span>Signing off for now,</span><span><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; tab-stops:5.0in"><span style="font-size:24.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Rage Italic";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"">Achu<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-family:"Goudy Old Style","serif"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman""><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-15811523181855995262011-12-23T11:55:00.000-08:002011-12-24T01:38:53.903-08:00Love…can it be locked up?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH7TesemWNIeVEOVy8Gj8xLl5oD3CYjtjLwHeEIamqNW7Iy5G83Vlr3KNc9WXZoSBufAfFYZGIJ7TagtxOE9uUxoB2oQKfnrROaqjxzJHMI9qH5LGLujJDPHBkWzYJjEdrJPFYIGKL7rk/s1600/IMG_7756.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH7TesemWNIeVEOVy8Gj8xLl5oD3CYjtjLwHeEIamqNW7Iy5G83Vlr3KNc9WXZoSBufAfFYZGIJ7TagtxOE9uUxoB2oQKfnrROaqjxzJHMI9qH5LGLujJDPHBkWzYJjEdrJPFYIGKL7rk/s320/IMG_7756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689416733343929570" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span>Love!!!The topic which I am inspired to write about by default! I love this topic for various reasons. But this time, the revelation of my writing spirits for this fledged when I was travelling to Australia recently. It’s not the beautiful Oz beaches, romantic sceneries, exotic food or the smooth southern wines that inspired me, but an endeavor with the brilliantly constructed, superior, manly Bridge that left me perplexed, and at the same time arrested me into writing this, which is quite ironical for a quixotic person like me.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span>Spread over several kilometers to the north of Woollongong in Australia, the 'Sea Cliff Bridge' broadcasts as though it’s in competition with the perpetual sea itself. Standing stiff and famous, it compelled my folks and me to enjoy the drive-way almost three times more than we had anticipated. It was then the time to bask into the delight of walking by the bridge, that allowed a marvelous and indeed a tireless sight. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span>I kept walking on the bridge, going and going, and not because of the clichéd explanations given above, but because of something totally unexpected. I looked down and was surprised to see some messages written at the bottom of the railings of the bridge. <i>“Emma, will you marry me? – Jason” “Henry and Anna, we are forever”</i> In fact, there were plenty of such emotions poured down and majority of them were on the similar lines. Interestingly, these messages were embossed on the key locks, and were kept locked up to the railings of that bridge. Apparently, the keys of these locks were thrown into the sea by respective people, with the belief of contracting themselves into an eternal relationship through this notional act.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span>Now, that whole phenomenon confounded me for a while but however, I sorted my opinion quickly. Till now, I have learnt that the more you hold on to something, the eager it is to sway away. Anything bound so tight, can’t wait to burst open. In such case, I felt the process of locking up relation shells greater degree of insecurity, and might defeat the purpose of being happy with each other. The divine feeling of Love that comes from intellectual, emotional bonding, and through trust and intimacy, can basically be scooped out from the freedom rendered. Letting free is the eminent power, that makes everything magical quite naturally, keeping the loved one's insanely locked up together:)<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span>So, here’s a toast to unconditonal Love, as we enter into a Brand New Year! Let no one be denied of experiencing this wonderful feeling, at least once in a lifetime!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span>Merry Christmas and a very Happy 2012 to all. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span>Lastly, before I end my blogging session for this year, let me leave you with an excerpt from the story of Jonathan Livingston Seagull, that has something to ponder over. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><i><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span>“He spoke of very simple things- that it is right for a gull to fly, that freedom is the very nature of being, that whatever stands against that freedom must be set aside, be it ritual or superstition or limitation in any form”<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><o:p><span> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span>Signing off for now,</span><span style="font-size: 12pt; "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph; tab-stops:5.0in"><span style="font-size:24.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Rage Italic";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"">Achu<o:p></o:p></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-17847831538837054022011-10-19T09:55:00.000-07:002011-10-19T09:58:44.550-07:00Ad by God!<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">That Monday morning started well. Very well. The advertisement in the newspaper did it. Made me confident and look forward for my day’s meeting. Task was to convince the dean of an international school to sign up with my agency for their upcoming ad campaign. And I, being in the creative team, carried the expectations of positive outcome along with me!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">After an hour’s meeting,</span><span style="line-height: 115%; "> I waited outside the dean’s cabin with a grin on my face for a promised campus tour. As we went ambling, she explained the newly deployed methodologies in the education system. It was super impressive, as well envious for the fact that I couldn’t be a part of such an impressive system. Her tremendous inputs had already made me chalk out the lines for their campaign. </span><span style="line-height: 115%; ">Side by side, I was thinking about their ad in the newspaper that morning. Mediocrity was pure bliss. Their average ad gave me an edge to convince and leverage on the much required positive stroke but, soon something more intense drifted my thoughts during my tour and made me realize that, how I had actually missed to leverage on the Live Ad made through inncocent beings, which surely beats rest all the ads ever made in the world, that I’d like to call- <b>The Ad by God!<o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Now, let me elaborate the above thought for clarity. When born, as kids, we are all alive. Full of energy. We run, walk and are active all day long. We smile, laugh and cry without hesitation. We sing, and dance. We get things done. We concentrate and are focused. We are straightforward. We are curious and we are hungry. Joyful. We explore. Innocent and honest. Ready to learn new things. We forget and forgive soon. We are Adventurous. Desirable. Truthful. We don’t intend to hurt. We never give up. We take risks. We are fearless. We ask. We don’t discriminate. We believe and we trust. We play. Have freedom. We are natural. We are simple. Content with the smallest of things. We are creative. We enjoy. We celebrate. We get excited. We are naughty. Happy. Connect with God. We live in the moment. And we Love!<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span style="line-height: 115%; "></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">But as we grow, ironically, these good things instead of growing with us tend to fade. We become more cautious. We develop less belief and welcome unnecessary troubles. Live with contempt. Tend to get more jealous, narrow minded, egoistic, obsolete, burdened, unreasonable, unhappy and meanwhile artificial. Like Walt Disney once said- “That’s the trouble with the world-too many people grow up.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">As I walked around the school observing kids, was thinking how inspiring their behavior is. It hit me hard with a big realization- the stunning creative of God on persuading us to the ideal way of living </span><span style="line-height: 115%; ">by his subtle, brilliant ad, showcasing us the way to happiness through our own initial years of life!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; ">This enduring experience </span><span style="line-height: 115%; ">eventually propelled me to<span> </span>sum up this post with the substantial positioning line that I could ever think of for this unanimous ad, that is –<u>Live Like a Child, Always!</u><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span style="line-height: 115%; "></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Indeed, it’s time to leverage on that mega ad, which has the whole world as its target market and that spot-on manages to successfully run on an Eternal Campaign!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Signing off for now,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Rage Italic'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Achu</span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-20257762265426518542011-08-17T06:57:00.000-07:002011-08-17T09:55:24.785-07:00Romance novels….a threat to women?<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">I didn’t realize that it’s been this long a gap in writing. I mean, in this space. With my busy schedule in an Advertising agency, creative thinking and writing has become round-the-clock affair. But then, some of my thoughts do command to be expressed irrespective of the time crunch, which makes the writing most enjoyable, Here!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Few days ago, I was browsing through a newspaper article quickly. Spent less time reading it but, more time pondering over it. It was the take on romance novels suspending the rationality from people’s life especially, women. It conveyed about how the pretty fiction can mar the ability to keep a grip on reality, developing unrealistic expectations on love and sex. Explained as to how the colorful picture painted would lead to the perfect dream world but, only an unrealistic one. And women, being more emotional are likely to get most affected- Psychologically. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">As much as the above is true, my support is largely to counter the view for my own reasons. <span> </span>I agree that such novels or movies do hamper ones thought process and beliefs, making the transition period very difficult, even to men. Majority of the times, we might get clobbered in search of fictitious characters that we are in love with, developing surreal expectations.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">On the contrary, the foundations of our fantasies are the ones that keep us on, lively and moving. When in a relationship, it makes us more behaved and human in pursuit of dreamy relationships, mainly striving to create the required balance. When not in a relationship, it builds confidence, fulfills deep yearnings and creates the purpose, if allowed freely. Over all, it reaffirms the existence of Love, to us. As much as we deny, these elements of our fantasy-land help us to go on, try new, and to face life without compromising that important aspect- Hope! <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span">In any case, adjusting to reality is inevitable but, cruising through the fantasy world is Crucial!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Signing off for now,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:5.0in"><span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:"Rage Italic"">Achu<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">
<br /></span></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-70755320156299140172011-07-05T08:41:00.000-07:002011-07-05T08:55:41.684-07:00Notional that I was…<div><span class="Apple-style-span"><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">When I first planned to go abroad, my mind sought after the western countries. Even today, more or less, it is the same set up. Somehow the other countries seem less construing when want to make an occasional trip. The eastern countries capture less concern and especially, when it comes to our neighboring countries, it is the lowest. Maybe, I have a notion that those are more or less similar to our country. This notion was killed when my brother-in-law made a trip to <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region> recently. He returned with marvelous stories that swept me off my feet!</p> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">My general knowledge about <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "> was limited to Olympics, population, their food habits, language barrier and of course, Jackie Chan! But little did I know that there was so much more to it. ‘Progressive’ is the word that can be related to China in terms of being at least 20 years ahead of some known Asian countries. Moving rapidly towards being a developed country, it is evident to see them operating with a vision in conjunction with systematic planning. Their infrastructure with multi-layered flyovers, fifty-plus storied hotels, tallest buildings, gigantic malls, and broad roads decorated with super luxurious cars are keeping them at par or may be beyond the standards of raving westerners today.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Being the most populous country in the world, I wonder how they are able to manage such rapid growth and this successfully! They too have famines, social and political issues to handle, crashing economies, and crimes to address. But, amidst all these, what is it that makes them unstoppable? Well, I guess, it all boils down to their attitude. People out there are humble, dedicated and designed to excel. They contribute to quality and progress of their work as long as treated fairly. In any case, their compliance system allows them to be treated fairly for the quality produced. Overall, they have an immense, genuine social responsibility that they are personally accounted for, and so much that, they least bother to have cops around with a jurisdiction system, seeming the simplest thing in the world.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Another interesting factor is, apart from being quality conscious in their work, Chinese are the most health conscious people too. Their dietary habit constitutes naturally a healthy food keeping them extremely fit and energetic. Anyway, if you intend to shop for clothes in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">, make sure to keep a tab on your fitness else on your baggage, either of them is a must!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Well, going forward, <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region> is going to take the lead and will be the most sought after country in the world. Today everything is made in <st1:country-region st="on">China</st1:country-region>, going forward too indeed…everything WILL be made in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">China</st1:place></st1:country-region>! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Ufff what an outburst of notion, really!!</span><span class="Apple-style-span"><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Signing off for now,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Rage Italic'; font-size: 32px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Rage Italic'; font-size: 32px; ">Achu</span><span class="Apple-style-span"><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:5.0in"><span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:"Rage Italic""><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div><br /></div></span></div>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-33808555715707623042011-05-31T06:48:00.001-07:002011-05-31T06:56:12.133-07:00Connecting the Dots…<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEcYFNmXs4az71BsC6RjGVvI3Lw3GT7k5lpvflv3CKvJ1KmTdx-dZnnhyokNS__vmIGET4yPrHPhD1rWTpdcm9paRhZWlDRk_-uYFbnPUbO4jeW3oedb0qYx0AQS1iRlCAf-XPlobJQY/s1600/images.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEcYFNmXs4az71BsC6RjGVvI3Lw3GT7k5lpvflv3CKvJ1KmTdx-dZnnhyokNS__vmIGET4yPrHPhD1rWTpdcm9paRhZWlDRk_-uYFbnPUbO4jeW3oedb0qYx0AQS1iRlCAf-XPlobJQY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612876907295539330" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">Connecting the Dots - is a fun game and I am sure you are familiar with it. It’s the age old game in supplements about joining the dots serially to get to the wholesome picture. Best part about this game is that it’s neither serious, nor difficult, but just ‘fun’ to get to the figure intended. Children might get special thrill doing this and these days, it’s on par with digi world. You can play it on touch screens which could be played by tiny tots who are yet to be familiarized with the counting system. But interestingly, beyond this, there is someone else above- an Immortal Power, who is playing this game with our lives - very cleverly, fancying more complicated designs, twists and without getting to the slightest possible clue of the picture before in hand. Needless to say, someone up there must be having great fun!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Well, to get more clarity on my say here, do try and introspect your life backwards. Observing some of the important happening or critical incident starts to look so tailor made as though it was intended to connect the dot sooner or later. For instance, a dreadful happening or a situation might irritate for the moment, tire us up totally and our efforts might go in vain producing zilch results. But, going forward, it will certainly have a lead to some influence, some impressions, some learning’s, some carry-forwards, some worthy mistakes, some improvements, some convincing results, some encounters, or just some connections, either- Deep or Remote!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Once you realize that the game is all about arriving at the final picture and the divine creator is on play with some purpose, it’s more comforting to deal any kind of situations which seeds in the effective thought of – Everything Happens for the Best. And this way, it’s conducive to wait for the moment, wait for the unanswered prayers to be cleared, or just wait for the Dots to be Connected….and enjoy being part of that fun game!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Signing off for now,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:5.0in"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:5.0in"><span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:"Rage Italic"">Achu<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-40546308783308851292011-05-08T13:42:00.000-07:002011-05-08T14:35:08.940-07:00Extramarital affairs…a breach of moral law?<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shapetype id="_x0000_t103" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="103" adj="12960,19440,7200" path="wr@22,0@21@3,,0@21@4@22@14@21@1@21@7@2@12l@2@13,0@8@2@11at@22,0@21@3@2@10@24@16@22@14@21@1@24@16,0@14xear@22@14@21@1@21@7@24@16nfe"> <v:stroke joinstyle="miter"> <v:formulas> <v:f eqn="val #0"> <v:f eqn="val #1"> <v:f eqn="val #2"> <v:f eqn="sum #0 width #1"> <v:f eqn="prod @3 1 2"> <v:f eqn="sum #1 #1 width"> <v:f eqn="sum @5 #1 #0"> <v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"> <v:f eqn="mid width #0"> <v:f eqn="ellipse #2 height @4"> <v:f eqn="sum @4 @9 0"> <v:f eqn="sum @10 #1 width"> <v:f eqn="sum @7 @9 0"> <v:f eqn="sum @11 width #0"> <v:f eqn="sum @5 0 #0"> <v:f eqn="prod @14 1 2"> <v:f eqn="mid @4 @7"> <v:f eqn="sum #0 #1 width"> <v:f eqn="prod @17 1 2"> <v:f eqn="sum @16 0 @18"> <v:f eqn="val width"> <v:f eqn="val height"> <v:f eqn="sum 0 0 height"> <v:f eqn="sum @16 0 @4"> <v:f eqn="ellipse @23 @4 height"> <v:f eqn="sum @8 128 0"> <v:f eqn="prod @5 1 2"> <v:f eqn="sum @5 0 128"> <v:f eqn="sum #0 @16 @11"> <v:f eqn="sum width 0 #0"> <v:f eqn="prod @29 1 2"> <v:f eqn="prod height height 1"> <v:f eqn="prod #2 #2 1"> <v:f eqn="sum @31 0 @32"> <v:f eqn="sqrt @33"> <v:f eqn="sum @34 height 0"> <v:f eqn="prod width height @35"> <v:f eqn="sum @36 64 0"> <v:f eqn="prod #0 1 2"> <v:f eqn="ellipse @30 @38 height"> <v:f eqn="sum @39 0 64"> <v:f eqn="prod @4 1 2"> <v:f eqn="sum #1 0 @41"> <v:f eqn="prod height 4390 32768"> <v:f eqn="prod height 28378 32768"> </v:formulas> <v:path extrusionok="f" connecttype="custom" connectlocs="0,@15;@2,@11;0,@8;@2,@13;@21,@16" connectangles="180,180,180,90,0" textboxrect="@43,@41,@44,@42"> <v:handles> <v:h position="topLeft,#0" yrange="@37,@27"> <v:h position="topLeft,#1" yrange="@25,@20"> <v:h position="#2,bottomRight" xrange="0,@40"> </v:handles> <o:complex ext="view"> </v:shapetype><v:shape id="_x0000_s1026" type="#_x0000_t103" style="'position:absolute;"><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><span style="mso-ignore:vglayout;position:absolute;z-index:1;margin-left:370px; margin-top:11px;width:44px;height:37px"><span class="Apple-style-span"><img width="44" height="37" src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/adminn/LOCALS~1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image001.gif" shapes="_x0000_s1026" /></span></span><!--[endif]--><span class="Apple-style-span">Single </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "></span> Married <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "></span> Divorced <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "></span> Widowed <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "> </span>Extra marital</p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p> </o:p>Well…the last box is under construction!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">---------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">You must have guessed from the above exemplar that I am trying to talk about something that’s relatively common and… something that’s getting to be an open, tolerated behavior amongst people off-late. In fact, the happenings am seeing through my minds eye in my surrounding inspired me to consider this topic after facing two weeks of dilemma fighting my own inhibitions. But, I pursued it as I have a say on this.</span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">I remember my cousin telling me that extramarital affairs are becoming everyone’s cup of tea whereas, one of my friends demurely justified that it’s a common affair amongst doctors in particular. Another friend banged upon intellectual inspiration missing in marriages and, yet another friend strongly declared saying that marriage is an accident. In fact, the Yahoo! blog flashed information on how couples are talking about their extramartial affairs to each other to keep their marriage going. Hmmm…now the last one seems like a suspiring change in perspective of the term-Marriage!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:258.75pt">Marriage- somehow is perceived as complicated, and an overrated institution by many. Although it has plenty of advantages, one of them is, it makes us ‘evolve’ in reality; it teaches and teaches and teaches…and teaches what we are to us and only when one is ready to learn. It’s certainly not for selfish, scared and uncommitted people. It is hard work and hard work of giving in from both the stakeholders. And if one slips repeatedly in this continuous process, the other one is sure to slip off!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:258.75pt">Extramarital is the attraction that swings by when one is tied up. One tends to get carried away as it overcomes the main flaw of most of the marriages which is – the lack of simplicity and the space. It could be a savior to people who are botched up with bad marriages or bad spouses of lending repeated chances but failed. But, at the same time, it could be a devastating factor leading the perfect families to deviated marriages which becomes quite unjustified unless... for an exception of finding true love through an extramarital spree.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:258.75pt">In my say, I strongly feel that making outright choice is a must to live through the relationship ordeal without hurting or harming anyone. A conscious choice and standing steadfast by that choice will help in experiencing that long term commitment, love and loyalty which has its own beautiful indescribable pleasure when happens naturally. And who can strike a difference between moral or immoral better than each one of us? In any case, it’s up to each individual to live the life that really counts to them and the moments that reels through the sanity and their firm beliefs.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:284.25pt">To conclude, I would like to leave it with a saying that I heard from one of my uncles…</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:284.25pt">“Nothing is worth it….If you satisfy yourself by hurting others-AND- if you hurt yourself by satisfying others…"</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:284.25pt"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:284.25pt"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify">Signing off for now,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify"><span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: 'Rage Italic'; "><b>Achu</b></span><span style="color:black"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p></span><p></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-47515461067158239412011-04-18T09:29:00.000-07:002011-04-18T12:32:25.946-07:00Mind Twisters!<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">It’s ought to be ‘different’ when something has to capture the mind. Well it has to be…and that difference or the uniqueness drags the mind invariably towards it, may it be in any case. And recently, something of that sort I basked into took me for a complete joyride. It lent me the thoughts that made me think, absorb, demanding reasonable time for understanding it. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Such lucid experience came through when I read the Contemporary Poetry written by a renowned writer Mani Rao from her book called - Salt. Some bits that I am tempted to share in this space is the courtesy from the same book and selected excerpts that I particularly enjoyed reading.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">The writer’s profound thoughts can make you pause at times; can tickle your mind; some gives a sweaty work out to the mind; And that’s mainly because, these particular thoughts are inclined to our basic daily breaks which we kind of ignore to comprehend. And, when such fundamental matters are put across in such noetic and poetic manner, it tends to become an intellectual substance.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">So, go ahead and grab the scoop of your mind’s essence with these twisters that gave me a good time reading which, I am hoping to give it you too. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">And btw, I have left my favorite one to the end. Read on…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- Memory is a circle. The same things lead to the same things</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p>- Things are things I can see</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">-You don’t need me to show you the visible Say the speakable<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- The surest thing about counting or a clock, You know what comes next</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- The mirror could be a chameleon<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- The face takes the credit for the mysteries of light<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- Stranger...Stranger than what?</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- A dead person collects a 2 minute silence- a tax-<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- If family was an adverb what verb would it describe?<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- Give friendly strangers the liberties you give strange friends<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">-Silence is not the absence of sound, It’s the space of sound, The field of sound- S U R R O U N D</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- Home is where the heart is and the heart is full of habit<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- Hum the school songs that failed to teach you to love your country<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- Friends are afraid to ask for things that we easily give strangers <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- Why are we the only ones to walk on two legs, a begging position, if you ask a dog?<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- There is love and there is love pickle<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- Itch Itch Itch...Switch</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">- My physics teacher- “what is space”? I said “where there is no matter”. No, he Said, “Space is where there is matter”.</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><u><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><span class="Apple-style-span">AND THIS ONE IS MY PERSONAL FAV:</span></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span">-Why does everyone wear the same clothes?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"> Camouflage</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: small; "><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; "><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-size: small; "><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-size: small; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Signing off for now,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Rage Italic'; font-size: 32px; ">Achu</span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: small; "></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; "></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 10pt; "><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua""><br /></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-39844218921182762662011-04-01T20:48:00.000-07:002011-04-01T21:31:46.503-07:00Strangers…are they really?<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">It was close to six months since I had traveled. So, I decided to take off to some place and the first choice that hits my mind in such cases is the South Canara/<i>Dakshina Kannada</i> region. I simply love that part of Karnataka. And this time, I found a better reason to go there and spend last ten days in solitude yet having an opportunity to meet new people. Eventually, my stay out there gave me a plenty of good times, new sweetest encounters which has made it a very memorable one to me. And to top it all, on the last day, it gave me such a rare new experience that- I loved the most, enjoyed the most and thus, prompted me to share it in this space.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">On the last day, my program was slightly packed. I had to drop a friend, visit couple of places around Mangalore and catch my train at 10 in the night from Kukke<i> </i>to <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Bangalore</st1:place></st1:city>. As happy as I was to travel there, I couldn’t believe of not being able to watch India-Pakistan Semi finals match which was on the same day. It was the match which had made the headlines, which the whole country was looking forward to and which was more important than winning the World Cup-11. And,I,being a passionate Indian cricket follower, felt terribly irked for that co-incidence.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">In any case, having subscribed to score updates on Airtel, started my travel in the car sent by an uncle. The driver was a Tulu<i> </i>speaking Muslim and we dint exchange much talk after my friend left except for his <i>Mecca Madina </i>travel. But it dint remain the same once the match started. We discussed cricket with every update that we received, fretted when the network went out of reach and were disappointed when our predictions went haywire with the Indian batting score. Overall he was an excellent company who was supporting <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region> wholeheartedly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">By the time the second innings had started, I was in Kukke<i> </i>with my two other friends. After the temple visit, we found <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><i>Mysore</i></st1:place></st1:city> Café which had the TV facing the road. As we had an hour, we stood there and enjoyed watching the match with a bunch of people who were apparently reactive to every single delivery. For the first time in my life, I had the experience of watching cricket standing on roads mingling with the crowd and believe me… it was nothing less than a stadium feel!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">It was then a time for me to make a move to Railway station which was 16 kms away while my friends stayed back in Kukke. I reached the station on time and found no TV around. And my phone had a very little energy left which I hoped to save for my future use. There was a middle aged man standing in near distance to me waiting for the train and was getting the score updates on his cell. Within no time, many people gathered around him. When the updates were awaited, they discussed the history of cricket; they analyzed and were indeed excellent commentators. If one was philosophical and optimistic, the other one was worried about the power play, someone else constantly hoped for a wicket whilst old man was talking about how selfish Sunil Gavaskar had been. Everyone was into Cricket and indulged in giving a free consultation to Dhoni non-stop. Anybody passing by with a cell phone was talking about the score. When I bent down to place my luggage, I could hear someone sitting on the steps saying “167 is it...ok”! Overall, I loved eaves dropping. Being a passive listener, I got my update and much more insight without using my cell even for once in the station. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">The last three overs were remaining and the match had tensed us up with Pakistani player Misbah knocking some big hits. Some one had informed us that the train is delayed by half an hour but to our surprise, it came on time. Ironically, all of us were disappointed as the network would go off on the move in no time. We parted our ways and I got into an a/c coach where all were fast asleep. I had no other choice but to use remaining cell’s charge to call my Sis to get a ball-to-ball update for the last two overs and she did an excellent job for me. She passionately explained every bit including the celebs present in the stadium. I had a great time and we celebrated <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>’s victory!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">In all this, I realized that, though I was not in front of the TV all the time, though was not with my dad who is an excellent company to watch cricket, I had thoroughly enjoyed watching the match virtually. It literally came across like watching the live match. To begin with, it was the driver and then on the roads and then in the Railway station. What a delightful experience it was to watch such a sensational match with all the strangers around or…when it comes to cricket in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>, are they really strangers….? I really wonder:)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Signing off for now,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10pt; "><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:"Rage Italic"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">Achu</span></span></p><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-82820994221111893852011-03-13T07:48:00.000-07:002011-04-01T11:54:42.725-07:00Unconventional is bit too ‘Un-conventional’<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify"><span><span class="Apple-style-span">When I was on the way to my sister’s place who lives slightly away from the city, I happened to see a compound wall of an empty site in a deserted area that was filled with shrubs and hardly maintained. And on the same wall it was written -<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>“If it’s worth a dream, it’s not worth a compromise”.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></b>I was taken aback reading that for a moment. The bold text and large font size covered the vast area of that wall, and, was quite visible even to the passerby on the move. Was thinking who could have had such an urge to paint statement like that in a lonely place as such. Of course, it’s possible that it could have been situation driven but, it took me by surprise as it surely was an 'unconventional' experience to me. And that’s what unconventional experience does to everyone, it 'surprises' them!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify"><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Recently, I happened to go through a book called ‘I like my Job’ written by Sarah Herman and targeted for all those who have worked in an office environment. The unique element of this book is that, the way the Author has captured and presented information in a graphical representation having few standard caricatures. It has humorous graphics and hilarious messages that can keep the reader on toes to finish reading the book in a single sitting. Had this been written in a conventional form, I think it wouldn’t have been this effective. The story line is so well tailor made and real, that, the efforts behind creating this book would have been a difficult task. That’s what it is... being unconventional is ‘not easy’!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify"><span><span class="Apple-style-span">I was at the <st1:place st="on"><st1:placename st="on">Art</st1:placename> g<st1:placename st="on">allery</st1:placename></st1:place> in Lavelle road few days ago to recommend an Artist cousin of mine. The gallery had some amazing works on display. As there were loads of them piled up, my eyes gazed through part of one painting which was hidden behind the other bigger one. As I peaked into it, it had a picture of very religious<span class="apple-converted-space"> p</span><i>urohit </i>holding a mask of a Joker in his hands near his face and tilting his head sideward having an extremely naughty smile. As an immediate effect, it brought a smile to my face. The painting looked so non-offensive. How could it? Anyway, it can be interpreted in any manner and might become acceptable to some and unacceptable to many. And that’s the way it is. Unconventional has to fight its ‘acceptance’ at times!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify"><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Having watched plenty of movies in different languages, till date, I haven’t come across the kind of role the Mexican beauty, Salma Hayek had played in a movie called ‘Frida’. In my view, it was the toughest role one could have ever played. The emotions, the longings and the tolerance, the pain were so nicely portrayed by her in that kind of unconventional localized role that, I couldn't imagine her efforts to understand and bring out such an intrinsic and moving character onto the motion picture. She looks to be so indulged in that versatile character that inturn, makes the one watching it get completely involved. And anyway unconventional demands for ‘Indulgence’!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify"><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Anytime, in any era, people get excited to read something new, watch something new or experience something new or just do something new. ‘New’ is always exciting. And now a days it’s happening so much be it in any field as, ‘variety’ is the new ingredient of the fast paced world. As Andy Warhol says,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><b>“In the future everyone will be famous for 15 minutes”!</b><span class="apple-converted-space"> E</span>ven if it is to be famous or not, creating something unconventional will make you ‘die’ in the process to live and experience that one moment. And anyway…unconventional is bit too ‘un-conventional’!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify">Signing off for now,</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; text-align:justify"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: 'Rage Italic'; ">Achu</span></span></span></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-169936133912112902011-02-21T09:35:00.000-08:002011-02-22T21:28:00.573-08:00The ‘T’ letter-word….<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">When I was in the IT world, I was made to play three different roles. In each of them, I had to go through standard initial phase. As much as it is necessary to go through that phase, it slightly hampers the creative thinking and the freedom. One will not be able to translate thoughts into action easily during the initial learning phase. Any move will be unacceptable. If you swank much, you will be miserable and if you swank little, you will again be miserable. That phase, my friends, is the ‘Transition’- the ‘T’ letter-word!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">In the above context, the ‘T’ letter-word may be of less importance. What I really feel for is the ‘Cultural Transition’ in <st1:country-region st="on"><st1:place st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Whilst men are getting hiccups with this, women are getting choked to death. In the sense, the past generation sailed in one set of cultural thoughts, and the future generation will sail in their set of thoughts but it’s the present that hangs in between! It’s tough to cope up with this mixed phase and that’s when the ‘T’ letter-word becomes worse than any other letter word!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">Anyway moving away from both the above contexts, there are some transitions which could people die for! For instance, when I had visited Nandi hills to witness dawn, there were many like me who were jammed up at 5 AM to experience the transition of dark into the misty beautiful day, which was a wondrous experience! Likewise, can’t deny the superiority of the transition of hard work into success; suffering into blessing; patience into payback; dream into reality; failure into strength; stranger into love; and self into the truth.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">In any case, transition is hard to be welcomed. But it will be of so much worth if it’s for a better reason, and if stepped up for a great new beginning. No doubt the word Transition comes along with other ‘T' letter-words like- Tough, Troublesome, Tension, Trust, etc. But if you pass that phase, it’s dead sure to lead to that one big ‘T’ letter-word ......'Triumph'!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:5.0in">Signing off for now,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:5.0in"><span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:"Rage Italic"">Achu<o:p></o:p></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p></span><p></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-43305985035850550622011-02-02T22:04:00.000-08:002011-02-03T00:46:19.709-08:00A piece by an old man!<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">I came across this below piece which is written by an 85 year old man who learnt that he was dying. I wanted to share this with you not because he is right/wrong; not because you should agree/disagree with him; and not because you should do anything about it!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">I am sharing this only because I am personally driven by the emotions that are so deep and intense shredded straight from the heart. Its not easy to confront something so depressing and yet afford to be honest and expressive with such ineffable fateful acceptance. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span">If possible, do go through the below lines from him <u>without judging</u> anything in it and perhaps you might think the same way I do. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">“If I had my life to live over again, I’d try to make more mistakes next time.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">I wouldn’t be so perfect. I would relax more. I’d limber up. I’d be sillier than I’ve been on this trip. Infact, I know very few things that I would take seriously. I’d be crazier. I’d be less hygienic.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p>I’d take more chances, I’d take more trips, I’d climb more mountains, I’d swim more rivers, I’d go places I’ve never been to. I’d eat more ice creams and fewer beans.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p>I’d have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">You see, I was one of those people who live prophylactically and sensibly and sanely hour after hour and day after day. Oh, I’ve had my moments, and if I had it over again, I’d have more of those moments- moment by moment by moment.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p>I’ve been one of those people who never went anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat and a parachute. If I had to do all over again, I’d travel lighter the next time.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p>If I had it to do all over again, I’d start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay way later in the fall. I’d ride more merry-go-rounds, I’d watch more sunrises, and I’d play more with children, if I had my life to live over again.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">But you see I don’t!”</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-style: italic; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-family:"Trebuchet MS";mso-bidi-font-family:"Courier New"">Signing off for now,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'Berlin Sans FB'; font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Rage Italic'; font-size: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Achu</span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p></div>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-6393873578819482152011-01-19T05:47:00.000-08:002011-01-19T09:32:16.382-08:00Soulmate…it’s interesting!!<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">Most of us have heard of someone saying or atleast in the movies that – <b>‘he is my soulmate’ </b>or<b> ‘she is my soulmate’! </b>What is this soulmate all about anyway?</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">Well, it’s nothing but a companion that you have ‘forever’ coz souls have no end per se!They connect emotionally well and bond quite magically that has no separation even after life! Now let me get to the part of how ‘soulmates are interesting’ after giving you a background of related interesting facts/beliefs!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">When we die, our respective souls get a big time vacation period! They wander around for few days before their close ones give a farewell to them by doing some <i>Kriyas</i>. After which, the souls travel to their destiny based on their cumulative performance/testimonials on earth (Karma’s) either to heaven or hell. The destiny is obviously decided by the boss/god who is a responsible authority to send us to earth with one and only purpose which is- ‘to face troubles’! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><b>[</b>So if you are there praying god to get you out of all the troubles or blaming everything on fate doing nothing about your problems...then think again! Coz how we face our troubles and overcome them is big time assessed up there and therefore this saying certainly is not a joke- ‘<b>god helps only those who help themselves’]</b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Basically, there are about seven levels up there to settle down after physical death. The first three are bloody hell. The fourth one is a balance b/n hell and heaven! Fifth and sixth is heaven! And seventh is the ultimate heaven or what we call in here as <i>‘Vaikunta’</i>! So every soul wants to upgrade themselves to better and reach <i>Vaikunta</i> ultimately. But accomplishing this task out there ain’t easy! It takes hundreds of years to attain Solace or <i>Moksha</i> up there especially if you are in hell. Hence, such deprived souls or the relative of such souls request god’s permission to send them to earth which is like a crash course to upgrade themselves quickly! <b>[</b>Indeed all this fact is known to your own subconscious mind which we tend to keep inactive very efficiently ;). To wake up that mind is a tough task which is perhaps what Hypnotism or a Meditation or in Kannada what we call<i> ‘Sadhane’</i> is all about<b>!]</b></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Anyway having given you this background as to why we are here, it’s not necessary that your soulmate is also around facing troubles with you or end up with you on earth as your partner although it could happen sometimes. I relate such things to <b>love@first sight</b> or <b>love in all imperfections</b>! Or chances are that your soulmate could be destined with someone else on earth learning their share of lessons! Or He/she could be up there in a much better level waiting for you to clean up! Or the worse could be that someone who annoys you to death could turn out to be your soulmate once you die!!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Just like down here on earth, isn’t it interesting to have some suspense stored about your mate after death? Or for that matter, the person whom you are constantly thinking about while reading this article could be your…….never know;) interesting….isn’t it??</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:5.0in"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Signing off for now,</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;tab-stops:5.0in"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size:24.0pt;font-family:"Rage Italic"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">Achu</span></span></span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><o:p></o:p></b></p><p></p><p></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-56829120020579184932011-01-03T02:23:00.000-08:002011-01-03T07:13:53.918-08:00I like excuses :)<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>“Oh! Thank god you called!! I changed my cell and had lost your number”</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">- Indeed, above is the popular excuse for a call back that’s floating around irrespective of the caliber of the people. That means, the world is getting super rich to care enough to change the gadgets pretty often! Phew;)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Here is another eg of an excuse<b> -“I am not sure if I can make it in the coming weekend but let me <u>see</u>”</b>-hmmm now the word <u>see</u>=halfheartedness! Although sometimes it might be genuine, the majority vote belongs to excuse category!!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><b>“Come on man…toss another peg for me…after all <st1:place st="on"><st1:country-region st="on">India</st1:country-region></st1:place> won!!”</b>–this is a typical man’s excuse to extend his regard to the country’s victory;)</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><b>“Oh come on, it doesn’t kill me to have one tiny chocolate mousse on my colleagues b’day!!”</b>-this must be from a woman you know ;)</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Likewise, a man’s standard excuse to a woman would be him getting busy overnight at work! So busy that he cant care enough for a breath! God bless him and his contradictions later on:)</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">And you can’t beat the woman’s standard excuse to a man simply by saying that- <b>“I have a headache :)”</b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Well apart from these interesting excuses, what about those sweetest excuses which make you to revamp your life? That gives you reasons to come back to family, to renew your love, to be together, to party around and to have a vacation and most importantly to start over!! I think one such adorable excuse is the New Year’s wherein the world comes together and celebrates! Actually every single day we are blessed with a <u>brand new day</u> but we take an extra effort to recognize that one day, a start of the year which makes a difference in most of the aspects and the resolutions! </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">I adore New Year’s and the B’days and especially if any surprises come by those days! Infact this time had a very pleasant experience on New Years Eve and would like to make a mention of it here:- Having found so difficult to find one likeable dress to the finest poolside party that could match my favourite stilettos, I finally compromised on the formal dress and bought a casual dress which matched very well with my stilettos that I was bent upon wearing. Surprisingly, it turned out that the theme of the party was perfectly suiting my attire and that coincidence indeed made that evening become utmost special to me:)”</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Anyway, the New Years are as such truly special coz the beginnings are always exciting and filled with energy! It’s the time to sack the previous year’s bankruptcy and enrich the best in the coming year! It’s an opportunity seen by the mind and the heart and its fulfilling! And on such special occasion, I cannot excuse myself from wishing you and your close ones a very Happy 2011!! Have a rollicking year ahead!!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><b>Those who are doing well in life, continue to rock on…</b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><b></b><b>Those who are doing average, roll up to move on to the best…</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><b>Those who are yet to do something in life…don’t worry and kick start now…the year has just begun...</b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Signing off for now,</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Rage Italic'; font-size: 32px; ">Achu</span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><b><br /></b></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5239862848840834089.post-10255262334892122812010-12-28T06:38:00.000-08:002010-12-28T09:39:00.507-08:00As promised!!! (Post on Conversation)<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">In my post on First Impressions '@First' in Oct10, I had committed to write on the topic ‘Conversations’ and well…here I present the same before I sign off this year! A year wherein I actually started to blog and, a year which has bestowed me a good boost to my Writing spirit!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Well...the reading habit started pretty late for me but, when it started, it compensated those yrs which had been lost! The reason to catch hold of the initial flow of reading was perhaps that- I was recommended to a series of fiction books which had some of the intense characters having intense attitude and thereby intense conversations presented by fantastic Writers! As I got along, I had started cherishing those discrete messages which had voluminous expressions and exchange of thoughts and emotions- ‘mutually’! If it’s not mutual, it would be a conversation with self which is not of my concern here. I am focusing on conversation b/n two or more people and how great they could be to give goose bumps just like the music does many a times!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">I can indeed scribble quite a lengthy theory as I personally cherish the Interpreting movies and books which have effective Communication/Conversation but instead of offering you such boredom, I prefer to present some of my favorite personal collection of Conversations which itself will churn out the message that I want you to relish through this blog post! Ofcourse it can’t go in detail due to space crunch:( but anyway have made a mention of the most of them…so do catch on…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">--------</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Once I attended a stage show which went on to be a super hit. One of my audience fellow mates who enjoyed the show got up eagerly and asked the Artist “when is your next show?” for which the Artist replied “We are not sure Sir but, we will definitely come back to you”. But the fellow audience got edgy and asked “Well, what is the guarantee of your come back?” For which the Artist replied saying- <b>“It’s hard to convince you based on our un-named relationship Sir so, let’s just name it “Trust”!</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">- (Well I cannot forget the audiences applause for this slating conversation that day!)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">--------In a movie called ‘Frida’, the daughter and father have a bit of talk on the marriage and how daughter feels that one can ‘only hope’ to get married and how its not meant for everyone. As she goes on, she asks her father about what matters the most for good marriage? The father answers- ‘A short memory’! Both laugh and she asks him why did he get married in the first place for which he replies casually saying that - he simply cannot remember! This was again followed by faint laughter after which the father pauses for a while and shells out his heartfelt reply saying – <b>“I got married so that I could have you!!!</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span">- (It was such a thoughtful and absorbing reply from the Father that really showed his utmost love for his daughter!!)</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Likewise there are other movies too which has some great Conversations which entail you to ponder over! In ‘Schindlers List”, the prime character Oscar Schindler conveys effectively how the ‘Power of letting go’ could be the best power one could have sometimes! The movie ‘Pursuit of happiness’ has a crisp effective conversation b/n Father and a child on not giving up! ‘A Heart in winter” has quite a character who is in the music business and explains how he feels emotionless all the time and justifies that music is just the job of dreams! (It is indeed quite well led piece of conversation!) And, the movie ‘Before Sunrise’ is all about conversation b/n two ppl! I personally enjoyed the novels ‘Pride and Prejudice’ and ‘Fountainhead’ to the core which has some very catchy & influencing moments in them!!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Sometimes, the best conversations could be just through gestures alone! It seems the legendary Singer Mohd Rafi and the Music Director O P Nayyar had a rift for almost two years and when one of them decided to make up and they met each other, all they did for about half an hour was to cry! For that matter, most of the romantic movies have a passionate kiss concluding the Conversation!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; ">Finally, I would like to close it by saying that conversations are directly linked to the mind and when different minds get connected, it is so interesting to see them play around with words or sometimes beyond words! Although it may seem natural, it is super exciting to notice - ‘The Art of Conversation’ or rather <u>‘The Power of Conversation</u>’ which occasionally can be a fine command straight from the heart too!!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: small; "><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span">Signing off for now,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11pt; color: black; "><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: 'Rage Italic'; ">Achu</span></b></span></p><p></p>Achalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05542559233238354200noreply@blogger.com9