1. Zeba thinks i am sweet Sixteen!!! :D
2. I learn that the jazz class i enrolled for is half aerobics
3. I have fallen in love with the new Hobner i purchased...eats up most of my time
4. Gotten in touch with friends from school
5. I have spent about two thousand rupees in travel expenses regarding my passport...right now after posting this, i need to rush to the police station again!
6. There is so much to do and so little time!
7. Gomu is gonna go...:(( am gonna miss her! a lot!!!
Mood right now: Blessed, busy, a little sad!!
Music for the moment:
I see trees of green
Red roses too
I see them bloom
For me and you!
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Thursday, April 13, 2006
In Love with Life!!!
Kicking and laughin,
cryin and giggling,
hiccuping,
and sneezing
at times snicupping....
ohh aah ouchinng!!!
gasping, coughing!!!
cursing, whining....
here i am ....here i am.....
all alive!
I fell in love....
I fell in love with life again when i woke up this morning!
cryin and giggling,
hiccuping,
and sneezing
at times snicupping....
ohh aah ouchinng!!!
gasping, coughing!!!
cursing, whining....
here i am ....here i am.....
all alive!
I fell in love....
I fell in love with life again when i woke up this morning!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
I am Alive
Everything is a haze as i dorn the attire of a responsible,dependable expert!!!!
Last night's Maggi has failed to charge my batteries!
9 hours spent in fairy land sans fairies has failed to bring me back to my senses!
As i try hard to remember the name of the children's books that has pixies in it, i realise....how many such times of my life i have spent like this.....forgotten , lost in neverland ....
I constantly see these potential people sans life sitting in virtual space cursing me for letting life slip through my hands!
Them wishing if only they had what i have! Life ! The grand feeling of being alive! Of feeling the pain in my shoulders at the end of a 13 hour workday, the feeling of high when someone says you did a good job, the chirping of the bird and the soothing scent of flowers that welcomed me when i neared home! Ahhh! I am Alive ! Tripping, jumping, falling, twirling....I am Alive!
Last night's Maggi has failed to charge my batteries!
9 hours spent in fairy land sans fairies has failed to bring me back to my senses!
As i try hard to remember the name of the children's books that has pixies in it, i realise....how many such times of my life i have spent like this.....forgotten , lost in neverland ....
I constantly see these potential people sans life sitting in virtual space cursing me for letting life slip through my hands!
Them wishing if only they had what i have! Life ! The grand feeling of being alive! Of feeling the pain in my shoulders at the end of a 13 hour workday, the feeling of high when someone says you did a good job, the chirping of the bird and the soothing scent of flowers that welcomed me when i neared home! Ahhh! I am Alive ! Tripping, jumping, falling, twirling....I am Alive!
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Work! -Kahlil Gibran
Yet again the prophet stirs somethin in me as it does everytime i touch it!!!!
Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work."
And he answered, saying:
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison? Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.
But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.
You have been told also life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.
And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.
Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, "he who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is a nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet."
But I say, not in sleep but in the over-wakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.
Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.
Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work."
And he answered, saying:
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life's procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison? Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.
But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth's furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,
And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,
And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life's inmost secret.
But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.
You have been told also life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.
And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,
And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,
And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,
And all work is empty save when there is love;
And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.
And what is it to work with love?
It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.
It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.
It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.
It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,
And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.
Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, "he who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is a nobler than he who ploughs the soil.
And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet."
But I say, not in sleep but in the over-wakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;
And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.
Work is love made visible.
And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man's hunger.
And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.
And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Ooo Aaah Ouch!!!
An hour and a half of swimming after a long time yesterday has left me oohh ahhhing today!!!!
Monday mornin blues....not quite feeling upto openin the folder on ma desktop containin my tasks for today!
Monday mornin blues....not quite feeling upto openin the folder on ma desktop containin my tasks for today!
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Two Dimensional
Hackneyed it is....but still i cant help but wonder
The more i learn, The more i understand how little i know
The more i talk, The more i understand how much silence holds
The more i think, The more i appreciate a thoughtless moment spent gazing
The more i earn, The more i spend ;-)
The more i learn, The more i understand how little i know
The more i talk, The more i understand how much silence holds
The more i think, The more i appreciate a thoughtless moment spent gazing
The more i earn, The more i spend ;-)
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