The other day I was in Mumbai. I was just off the flight and was staying at the guest house. I was too tired to sleep and so I was watching people on the road from the window at 3:00 am in the morning. There were people walking, there were folks on bicycles, there were auto-rickshaws and there were buses. It was like it was the day, just that the Sun decided not to show up.
And here when sleep ditches me in the night, and I stand at the window...its nothing. There is nothing except flickering light from the planes sky high, ruffling leaves and whispering cold breeze.

Christmas

It's amazing that what seems profound and deep once could almost sound stupid the very next second. What seems right 'now' could be wrong 'now'. I try not to think about it

I wanted to feel the holiday spirit and decided that I would only write blogs that folks would perceive as positive and merry. So I write:
Dark chocolate makes me happy (and fat).

Another Sunday

Clean-up+cook+drive to Newark+winter storm= :O

If I am happy I eat one chocolate and if I am grumpy I eat two.

I think that the world would be a terrible place to be in if I would have to blame someone else for anything that I did not like.

Ghar

Kabhi yaad aaya ghar ka wo aangan,
kabhi yaad aayi mohalle kee galiyan,
bhula bhee do main woh barish woh boonde,
par nahee bholtee hai uss mitti kee khushboo...

Winter

There are different types of people in the world.
There is a kind that likes to dress skimpily in cold weather and then feels and acts really cold.
Another kind dresses really heavily but still feels and acts really cold.
Then there is a kind that dresses skimpily and feels really cold but does not really care.
And there is a kind that dresses skimpily and feels really cold but does not want to show that.
Also there is a kind that feels really really cold but does not know about it because he is too busy watching others.

Photo: NJ transit on the way back from Newark airport

Another one

Another cold breezy morning. View from apartment.

India Trip

I remember writing a blog entry 3 years back. That was from the night before I was leaving for US for the first time. If I remember right, I did not know what I was feeling then. There was a lot of anticipation but at the same time there was none at all. I was excited about what was going to happen next but I was not exactly looking forward to it.
So many things have happened since then but nothing seems to have changed. I can now remember exactly what I was thinking then and it is not too different from what I am thinking now. I need to find that livejournal blog. Back to pavilion. Here I come ...

Oh...what the heck....

I will start seeing my glass "half-full" too....

Rocky Uwachah

" It ain't about how hard you can hit...its about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. "(Rocky Balboa)

Lessons from Photography

If you are not happy with the pictures you take with you current equipment, buying new equipment is not going to help.

Chocolates

The old man loved kids. He loved them so much that he carried a bag of chocolates with him all the time. The bag was really big and had lots and lots of chocolates. All of different flavors and kinds. He would ask kids what kind of candy they would like and would pick out the one that they would like the most. He knew what kids liked.

One day the old man became grandpa. His grand kids came to him and asked him, "Dada, give us the candy we love". Grandpa grinned, pulled in his bag and dug down deep. Then he dug down deeper.....there were no chocolates left. They were all gone. He had given away everything. As his kids stood there waiting for their chocolates, he did not know if he should feel happy about all the other kids he had given chocolates to or feel bad about his grand kids.

To err is 'to think'

There are times when you are thinking so much that you want to write things down. The thoughts don't stop pouring in even though you are incapable of handling any more of them. You figure that...alright...let me sit down and organize my thoughts.. and put them down ... somewhere..may be on a piece of paper or on a useless blog....empty some space in your head for buffering information. You sit down and try to start jotting something and then you figure that your thinking space is empty. That you were not thinking of anything for all this while anyways. And then you wonder, was your thinking space filled up with thoughts of not thinking anything.....crap...oh well...who cares anyways....I don't.

Another weekend

What was it that made it a beautiful morning?
I was hungry and every second thought coming to my mind was of food. My shoes were all wet by walking over dew soaked grass. Wet socks were making squashy sounds while walking. The sunlight was burning my skin as it always does. I was cursing the air for not being swift enough to dry the sweat away and for not being cold enough to soothe me. And then I thought of food again.
But I guess it was a very beautiful morning and I am glad that I was there.

Sometimes I just amaze myself with my "I screwed it up again" skills. I am almost an expert now.

Future is anti-reflection of past...or is it?

Sometimes journey is much better than destination. Search is better than finding. Hunger is better than fulfillment. The desires, curiosity and appetite keeps us running. I question if we should ever get what we want. Fulfillment is equivalent to death. Ignorance is bliss.

Show me the light

Why do we always end up assuming that there is a purpose in life? That there is a driving force which is taking us 'there'. That we will be 'there' one day and so it is worthwhile to bear with pain and with happiness. We try to look beyond grief and joy realizing that it would all pass. And we endlessly struggle with emotions, winning sometimes but usually losing it to them.

What if joy, grief, happiness, sadness, education, religion, job, kids, marriage, spouse, house, work, internet and everything else that keeps us preoccupied are just designed/invented/created to keep us from realizing that there is no purpose of life. That there is nothing called as 'meaningful existence'. That there is no driving force and it is taking us nowhere. That we are just a dot in the world.

The other side