The Rollercoaster ride

Dear Fellow Snow Boarder, Let me tell you what happened after our collision on the snow clad steps of the museum. I desperately ignored the bleeding hand and prayed with all my devotion that it needed no medical attention what so ever. But apparently, ignorance is only bliss because it takes us far away from reality. And then it hit me and I dragged my lazy scared ass to hospital, where its no pleasure to be at all. I now board five stitches on my once (let me go beyond my modesty here) pretty fingers. No offense but I think its time, people like you and me took a look in the mirror and saw what we have become. You.. hefty for your age, Me..someone with embarrassing muscle strength and stamina. Its just so plainly apparent a desperate change is needed in the way we have been pursuing our physical well being. I also owe an apology for the sadistic pleasure of seeing in the view of recent moderation of my bmi index that I was now healthy. And its crystal clear about what nerds like yours...

An essential thing about reading something besides from your career stuff is, its like making a conscious choice of what one would like to inculcate in our systems. Its most wonderful part being that it does become a part of our lives in some way. Recently I completed reading " Breakfast with Buddha" by Roland Merullo. The main character Otto Ringling, I found much like me, beaten up by the big questions, searching for answers. At the juncture of the story where he meets Rinpoche (a spiritual person) and he asks Otto " Why so angry ??" I found myself asking the same question and couldn't find a justifiable answer on any grounds. Before that I used to make myself believe that, it was a driving factor of the kind of person I am with highs of its own kind. I don't think I did fool myself that well because then it wouldn't have struck a cord. I find that mostly due to scripting from a culture that says being busy all the time is the kind of living important ...

One of the things East Coast of United States is blessed with is the diversity of weather. I remember in India I used to think there's just one season i.e Raummer (Rain+ Summer..) I was amazed to experience the changes in color when I came to Philadelphia. I actually had this thought that the nature here is so damn hard working, busy all around the year with the business of four seasons to take care of. The most vivid scene from Mumbai that I remember of, is the day I was going to the US consulate for my Visa interview. That was the day it flooded yet another time and my amateur skills as a swimmer were put to test. Now, I'm not a very tall person and when it comes to having me walking in water, this particular day I was wading through a water column to my waist height. God knows how I kept my documents dry in midst of all that splashing, murky coffee like swimming pool all around me. There's just no way we were ever prepared for the rain. If the weather forecasts rain, tha...

Of late I have come to an observation (not that it ever stops or anything), about the way people end conversations . They have this anecdote " Stay in Touch". I have nothing against people who use them, but I guess due to genetic scripting and engineering education, I tend to wonder HOW ? I just think that its a way to avoid further conversation or blatantly avoiding to tell the person " Stop harrasing me now, do it when Im not around or something". Now with technology's awsomeness there are so many ways to communicate like chat, fb, sms, call, email and then some. I usually want to play the Q&A game with the person who says that : a) I call you (then we can be in different time zones subjected call charges and one's "busy" life" there is an impediment ) b) I buzz you ol (thats subjected to constraints of not being there, just plainly acting multi-tasker and not answering) c) FB .. yes lets make all conversations public so everyone kno...