Quote: 11-12-2009

Today feels like an Oscar Wilde kind of a day... so here goes:

Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.

-if you did not guess already, Oscar Wilde

consciously

someday a random nobody would tell me their life story

which would sound nothing more than a series of fantastical epiphanies.

-jm

From - Joan of Arcadia

why does everything have to be so in your face common sense!

& wtf - there is a world behind my eyes!!! get it out of there . . .

Joan: I thought we were going with monotheism.
Twin-Girl God: I'm impressed you know what that is.
Joan: Why are you torturing me, And don't say I'm torturing myself.
Twin-Girl God: Sometimes it's hard to believe what you see, so you have to trust the world behind your eyes,
Joan: There's a world behind my eyes? Great, because this one isn't enough trouble.
Twin-Girl God: People manage to believe in me, even though they have no idea what I am, they trust me even in the silence.
Joan: OK. Can you take care of the rash and the barfing? Save the haiku for another time.
[Twin-Girls combine into one]
Joan: Very matrix.
Twin-Girl God: Go to the doctor, you're sick.

Joan of Arcadia

word of the month: efficiency

ef⋅fi⋅cien⋅cy

  [i-fish-uhn-see]

–noun, plural -cies.

1.	the state or quality of being efficient; competency in performance.

2.	accomplishment of or ability to accomplish a job with a minimum expenditure of time and effort: The assembly line increased industry's efficiency.

3.	the ratio of the work done or energy developed by a machine, engine, etc., to the energy supplied to it, usually expressed as a percentage.

4.	efficiency apartment.

use in a sentence: spend tomorrow efficiently!

i am impulsive because ...

So I am totally psychoanalyzing myself here! And I am oh so brilliant at analysis – no jokes; I really am! Ask anyone who has had a decent enough conversation with me. I can psychoanalyze the movement of a leaf floating merrily in spring breeze and convince you entirely based on the direction it is flying in, that it misses the branch it fell off because it had made friends with the squirrel who lived in the trunk of the tree. NO – that’s not psychoanalysis! That’s my imagination working overtime. I can make up a story around any obscure object around me!!!

Ok – back to the business on hand! And yeah – my imagination fuels that impulsion!

So I have been wondering why I tend to be so impulsive sometimes. At times nothing bothers me and other times I am a bundle of nerves. The more I feel attached to someone/something, the more likelihood of lack of patience. I have all the patience for situations which are secondary in my life. But – I have a feeling that it is quite normal. However, what I find disturbing in my case are the extremes. The extremity of patience in some situations and lack there of in others!

I give such an impression of being a patient soul initially that people involved don’t know where and when to stop pushing their limits. And when it blows up, it is too sudden for them to deal with!

Here is my conclusion after much thought over the past few months of impulsivity I have subjected myself and a few important people in my life to! It is my defense mechanism in inter-personal relationships. When the insecurity is too much for me to deal with, I loose all long-sightedness and think of nothing but here and now. It’s almost like being a coward and running away from a situation. I convince myself that I am being decisive.

Until now I was convinced that I was living bravely and being decisive but here is yet another life lesson which I have learnt – I have to still figure out the lesson completely to put it in words; I know there is a lesson learnt … it will come to me now that I have started to contemplate ;) …

Crap writing!

Here are some of the maladies I suffer from when it comes to writing:

Fragmented thought process. Well this one I suffer from no matter what I am doing!

See both sides of the coin which drives me crazy because I can argue for either/or and once I begin with that – it’s all aimless wandering after that with me torn in multiple directions.

Too many thoughts which grow out of one common idea but then they take off like uncontrolled tributaries (I know tributaries come back home but mine are taking off!!)… eeksss

Oh yeah – those grammatical errors!

And when I decide I am going to own language and make up my own words and break every rule of expression – this one I don’t quite feel is so bad about. I actually love this part of writing. When a word becomes my own… like hmmm right now I am feeling all India-fied because I am thinking of monsoon there.

Sometimes – I start writing about red and end up with blue!

Okay – so it’s not like we were not warned about this by our creative writing teachers - but the problem is that I never took them seriously!

the imperfect edges

its getting to me!

i have been working on this crochet scarf for about 5 years on and off ... i have made others but why are the edges on this one all crazy? this one is incorrigible. the knots have a life of their own - they come and leave at pleasure giving the edges a zig-zag shape.

so the question is, how far should I go to see if working on this is worth the time and effort. please note that i am quite taken by the imperfection of this piece !

aaayyeeeinn!

WHY IS MY BLOG ALL ITALICIZED(sp.)???

Dude - what the heck?

Phoolon se baatein . . .

One year, at the end of summer, when all the flowers had withered away, and the front lawns lay barren, God knows what my mother thought – she sprinkled both the lawns with the seeds of white chrysanthemums. She said they were resilient enough for the expected Indian monsoon.

I am not really sure if it was the right season, when are they in season, or any other details, but I remember waking up on a Sunday morning, a month later maybe, and walking out to a beautiful sheet of white flowers. That has remained one of my most beautiful memories.

I love flowers (in comparison to how everyone else hates ‘em).

I can immediately think of two songs which are so well written about flowers (Hindi: Phool), that you could actually smell a bouquet of your favorites when you listen to these …

I would call this song - Pure happiness



Here is why romance is incomplete without Phool!

Quotes on Bhagwad Gita

To everyone I ever care enough for, I ask them to read even just a page of the Bhagwad Gita . . . Its like a mother's hand which will hold you through every-days!!!

In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagavad Gita in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seems puny.

Henry David Thoreau

When I read the Bhagavad-Gita and reflect about how God created this universe everything else seems so superfluous.

Einstein

The marvel of the Bhagavad-Gita is its truly beautiful revelation of life's wisdom which enables philosophy to blossom into religion.

Herman Hesse

The Bhagavad-Gita is the most systematic statement of spiritual evolution of endowing value to mankind. The Gita is one of the clearest and most comprehensive summaries of the spiritual thoughts ever to have been made.

Aldous Huxley