Was on the bike yesterday evening, riding home with my friend.
Was in a very depressed mood, mainly because of the week’s stress and body pain.
As the bike rode through the highway, I took a peek at the sky above to notice if there were any rainy clouds up there that I need to be beware of (so as to borrow my friend’s windcheater)
I noticed the full moon, shinning beautifully. Within a minute it got covered by those dark grey clouds.
It was fascinating to watch the moon play hide and seek through the clouds.
No sooner did it get uncovered did another cloud enveloped it.
As if it was the moon was striving to pull through one of its “grey nights”, literally…
Amusement apart, it is indeed some sight to watch the white glory shine through, as one makes his way to home…
Friday, February 11, 2005
Saturday, February 05, 2005
The dream…The grind…
Take one:
I had been invited by a friend to write for his site. I merely forwarded my earlier stuff to him to edit and host. A few days later, one of my poems was published on site. He wrote back to me asking if I could write a review of a film or a book that I’ve come across. I am flabbergasted! This is the first time someone has ever “asked” me to write on something!
Take two:
I'm a member of a yahoo group called Creativegarh. I’ve posted a thought or two randomly on this group. They got me some really motivating reviews. The group members wrote to me asking about the terrible frequency of my writings. Just the other day, I was chatting with one of the prominent members of the groups, online the mentioned that another fellow of the group had been inspired to write poetry because of my articles. The person in topic was a real good poet, I knew. Hence, it was almost a shock to see that my ‘stuff’ could inspire anybody…
Take three:
I take a longing look at all those mails stocked in a folder in my mailbox.
Take four:
I call up my close friend to congratulate her on her planned wedding. As we discuss lives, she comments that I’ve shaped up my life well. I’ve achieved what I always wanted.
Take five:
In just nine months after I join the company, I get the achievement award for the best sales woman of the year by the company president.
Take six:
I keep promising friends and friends for a couple of months of giving them time. All those coffee outings, weekend plans, movies, eating out, attending weddings . . . are all on calendar, of the last few months. Everybody is royally ditched by me, every time.
Take seven:
This month is gonna be really, really busy one for me as I work from morning 9 to evening 7.
Take eight:
My boyfriend shuns me for not returning his calls on time. All personal calls are not attended to in my office hours by me, unless urgent. I keep promising of calling back friends, which I never do. My social life is in dumps.
Take nine:
Today morning I heard this beautiful song called “Chhoti si aasha” from a film called “Roja” while traveling. I’m reminded of my small dream of owning a small house in Konkan with fields and palm tress around, a small garden outside, two dogs, one cat, a good music systems, well stocked books, French windows with long flying curtains, earthen pots, a warm sunshine…
Take ten:
I realize that I’ve not been doing justice to my dreams passions, my soul. Solely dedicated to career, and enjoying it too, has brought my personal life to a grind of sorts.
I need to look around to breathe. I guess I have not been giving myself the pause on my way to observe the green grass.
I apologize to myself.
Friends are gonna get all those pending calls.
Zee English, Monday nights on Star World, late night movies on Star Movies and HBO…here I come, armed with the popcorn.
Mom, you are gonna hate me for those late night, long phone calls, once again.
My boyfriend better be prepared to see me acting like nuts on the road, and love me for it.
My PC keyboard would now sound like Adnan Sami’s piano keyboard.
Next Sunday is a date with mom for a Marathi play and a dinner out.
Better go and join that amazing book library near Thane station, it has a good collection of novels.
...
Time to change the wallpaper and the cell’s ring tone too.
I had been invited by a friend to write for his site. I merely forwarded my earlier stuff to him to edit and host. A few days later, one of my poems was published on site. He wrote back to me asking if I could write a review of a film or a book that I’ve come across. I am flabbergasted! This is the first time someone has ever “asked” me to write on something!
Take two:
I'm a member of a yahoo group called Creativegarh. I’ve posted a thought or two randomly on this group. They got me some really motivating reviews. The group members wrote to me asking about the terrible frequency of my writings. Just the other day, I was chatting with one of the prominent members of the groups, online the mentioned that another fellow of the group had been inspired to write poetry because of my articles. The person in topic was a real good poet, I knew. Hence, it was almost a shock to see that my ‘stuff’ could inspire anybody…
Take three:
I take a longing look at all those mails stocked in a folder in my mailbox.
Take four:
I call up my close friend to congratulate her on her planned wedding. As we discuss lives, she comments that I’ve shaped up my life well. I’ve achieved what I always wanted.
Take five:
In just nine months after I join the company, I get the achievement award for the best sales woman of the year by the company president.
Take six:
I keep promising friends and friends for a couple of months of giving them time. All those coffee outings, weekend plans, movies, eating out, attending weddings . . . are all on calendar, of the last few months. Everybody is royally ditched by me, every time.
Take seven:
This month is gonna be really, really busy one for me as I work from morning 9 to evening 7.
Take eight:
My boyfriend shuns me for not returning his calls on time. All personal calls are not attended to in my office hours by me, unless urgent. I keep promising of calling back friends, which I never do. My social life is in dumps.
Take nine:
Today morning I heard this beautiful song called “Chhoti si aasha” from a film called “Roja” while traveling. I’m reminded of my small dream of owning a small house in Konkan with fields and palm tress around, a small garden outside, two dogs, one cat, a good music systems, well stocked books, French windows with long flying curtains, earthen pots, a warm sunshine…
Take ten:
I realize that I’ve not been doing justice to my dreams passions, my soul. Solely dedicated to career, and enjoying it too, has brought my personal life to a grind of sorts.
I need to look around to breathe. I guess I have not been giving myself the pause on my way to observe the green grass.
I apologize to myself.
Friends are gonna get all those pending calls.
Zee English, Monday nights on Star World, late night movies on Star Movies and HBO…here I come, armed with the popcorn.
Mom, you are gonna hate me for those late night, long phone calls, once again.
My boyfriend better be prepared to see me acting like nuts on the road, and love me for it.
My PC keyboard would now sound like Adnan Sami’s piano keyboard.
Next Sunday is a date with mom for a Marathi play and a dinner out.
Better go and join that amazing book library near Thane station, it has a good collection of novels.
...
Time to change the wallpaper and the cell’s ring tone too.
Solitaire
It was a full moon night.
The moon looked quite solemn but beautiful.
During my late evening walk; I couldn’t resist the temptation of looking at the sky after every other minute. Somehow, somewhere I felt a tinge of loneliness lingering in my heart, even though I had my near and dear ones around me that evening. Slowly, without me noticing it, a small teardrop made its way over my cheek. It was a moment of mixed feelings. In the deepest of my heart I was grieving all that I had lost in my life. At the same time I knew life was much more beautiful than I could ever appreciate.
The moon was all alone in the sky with no stars shinning along with. Still its loneliness looked beautiful and mind grasping to me. I realized the beauty in solitude and no longer felt the tinge of grief. I could feel myself reaching for my inner self and it was one of the most peaceful moments of my life.
It was a full moon night…and the moon continued to shine brightly.
The moon looked quite solemn but beautiful.
During my late evening walk; I couldn’t resist the temptation of looking at the sky after every other minute. Somehow, somewhere I felt a tinge of loneliness lingering in my heart, even though I had my near and dear ones around me that evening. Slowly, without me noticing it, a small teardrop made its way over my cheek. It was a moment of mixed feelings. In the deepest of my heart I was grieving all that I had lost in my life. At the same time I knew life was much more beautiful than I could ever appreciate.
The moon was all alone in the sky with no stars shinning along with. Still its loneliness looked beautiful and mind grasping to me. I realized the beauty in solitude and no longer felt the tinge of grief. I could feel myself reaching for my inner self and it was one of the most peaceful moments of my life.
It was a full moon night…and the moon continued to shine brightly.
All Aimed At
In my early teenage years, I never gave a serious thought about my ambition in life. But now that I’m in my early 20s, the most critical deciding point of my life, I find myself charting out plans for my future life. Many a times, I stop mid-track in my thoughts and wish I had more than one chance at life.
Maybe it is the passion to live life to its fullest that makes me want to achieve so many goals in a short span. I want to be in so many places at the same time. To come to think of it, I would rather be a vet or a zoological researcher working in the wild jungles (thanks to Discovery channel), or an astronomer observing the planets, comets, galaxy, the black hole- the unknown forces and their effects on earth; or maybe a doctor working around the clock under tension saving lives and hearing the first cries of life. Then again I have a strong wish to be an advocate- the devil in the black coat who builds strategies to save or kill, and succeeds by a mere play of words; or a great singer who warms the hearts of many by her melodious voice; or a CID officer working up on all those murder mysteries- with warm wishes from Mr. Sherlock Holmes; or I want to be a… Well, the list could be endless. Gosh, how’s all that possible in one short life?
I see a cat now and I go green with envy!
Well, I know I cannot assure that I get human life again. So in this sweet little gift of life that I now have, I know that I have to be at my best…to be the one that I have the capability and the skill for- a copywriter.
I owe you a big thank you God, for giving me this precious chance.
Maybe it is the passion to live life to its fullest that makes me want to achieve so many goals in a short span. I want to be in so many places at the same time. To come to think of it, I would rather be a vet or a zoological researcher working in the wild jungles (thanks to Discovery channel), or an astronomer observing the planets, comets, galaxy, the black hole- the unknown forces and their effects on earth; or maybe a doctor working around the clock under tension saving lives and hearing the first cries of life. Then again I have a strong wish to be an advocate- the devil in the black coat who builds strategies to save or kill, and succeeds by a mere play of words; or a great singer who warms the hearts of many by her melodious voice; or a CID officer working up on all those murder mysteries- with warm wishes from Mr. Sherlock Holmes; or I want to be a… Well, the list could be endless. Gosh, how’s all that possible in one short life?
I see a cat now and I go green with envy!
Well, I know I cannot assure that I get human life again. So in this sweet little gift of life that I now have, I know that I have to be at my best…to be the one that I have the capability and the skill for- a copywriter.
I owe you a big thank you God, for giving me this precious chance.
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