The push and pull factor in confusion.

These days I am fearing/hating /abhoring myself of loving to live life in my comfort zone. Guess we all enjoy entangling ourself into the chain of certainity that we have woven , the circle of friends , the job where everyone knows you and smiles at , the world that we live in and all the silly to horrendously silly circle of influences that surround us.

We feel that being where we are is more than the perfect state of being for us . Any shift or drift will mean a jolt and our life will never again be the same.

To a certain extent this confusion drives most of us and to some offcourse it just does not drive they are stuck in the middle , so this is not for that fortunate set.

"Status quo" definately in management books and everywhere else in the world where life is difficult to manage means low risk… life gets simpler , you are in control of things and are getting controlled by comfort and end of the day your just an ounce more of it . Your body clock is set you don’t even need any alarms in your life.. instead they alarm you if they do ever ring. Well that’s exactly the point I am reaching to and maybe many of you reading will have already made it there..

So Welcome on board!

Now you have made that choice of leading a simple life sans change and challenge.. but then are you really growing beyond numbers and proportions , receding hairline and appearing facial lines. We may like pruning the branches every now and then , but few of us want to pull of the roots and plant ourselves on a different soil.

Personal discovery and doing something new each day seems like a line woven with way too much of philosophy or asking too much from life and so you would just want to give it an askance and not read further..


Plucking yourself out from routine and jumping into another pond , learning to swim and touching the shore and not simply floating like a lifeless log of wood devoid of direction. I know easy to say in some poetic bullshit but a tuff call to take and worst of it all most of the time you don’t know when the timing is right.

Personally I have rotated in this idea, which to me now seems like a fear which I call "comfortophobia"
Am I willing to take the risk and plunging into a rather uncertain job , a new relationship, a personal union or a different country or city to inhabitate.

I am completely a woman of contradiction here , at all times I constantly need to pep myself to make life less boring on the other I get habituated and attached to things, people, circumstances, coffee mugs, bed sheets, colours, patterns of anything big and small and all other materialistic blocks standing around me.

What I am trying to say that I take much longer time to come out of the perfect circumstance that I push myself to making , as I don’t really live in less than what I really want, once I am there coming out of it is a task and coaxing myself for something different and better becomes rather a herculean task .

We do get pulled into directions one which lets us discover more about us but definitely brings change and sometimes causes havoc in our comfort areas , the other which lets us a beat more closer to a mundane life.

Well I still can’t fathom ways to come out of it every now and then , but I have been able to arrive at a few gruesome reasons that leave me/us in such a muddle.

Is it - fear of loosing your independence - Danger of not knowing youself completely and getting on to your wrong side - Confusion of what does and does not work best in favour and bring you closer to the desired end - Risk of not being able to go back to where you made a good start. - Being pushed by contradictory goals and motivations - Not trusting or getting influenced by anyone too much, but your self... you are the factor and you have to live with it..

Single focus , Double Thoughts..
Go where you want to spread the torch..
Take the string and pull the chord..
Look up in search of the lord..

Dig through deep hollow wells..
Take me there to the road that ends..
Show me the window which opens to the hill..
Pass by me even if your shadows will..

Switch it on when the time says play..
Open in the dark and close by the day..

Flicker the flame when the wind stood still.
Cheat the chest on those wind mills..

Blow the trumpet if the curtains go down..
Take your arrow and shoot the clowns..
Push the wall that lies between..
Colour all those open and opaque screens..

Prick the thorns that lie on the stems..
Tick the times when you are at the bends..
Tailor the stiches that lie within..
Clamp your feet and Roger that film..

Deep below there lies a golden chest..
In your hunger for the quest..
Into oblivion your several dreams..
But the undying focus still screams..

Photo: Atlantic wharf, Cardiff

black and white idiosyncrasies..

The dualities of life , I will talk to you about this probably in a completely meaningless fashion.

For me they start with the colour black and white, yes thats what catches my eye the most for quite sometime now and maybe that is beacuse of the duality it throws out together, its comforting to my eyes. Dont we all love to live in this state of mind, a little bit of both the worlds.
I wanted to read the colour black , so i started with wikipedia here is what it gave me:)
Some blah blah..

Black is a multi-dimensional color that can mean classic or new.

• It has an ominous characteristic, symbolizing death. Particularly Western cultures use black for funerals.
• It has an air of intelligence (graduation robes), marked with rebellion (the bad guy), shrouded in mystery (space).
• Black’s evil symbolism, complements the good in the world.

black symbolises - modernity, power, sophistication, formality, elegance, wealth, mystery, style, evil, death in Western cultures, fear, seriousness, conventionality, rebellion, anarchism, unity, sorrow, life, rebirth in ancient Egypt , professionalism's and slimming quality in fashion.

Now Some of my scientific dervations of the colour : There are two school of thoughts :the colour theory and the light theory (i think ) - a little bit of a background on both .

Black is not a colour but the absence of colour ,where there are no photons of light.
White is a colour according to the additive colour theory of light, ie to say that when all colours emitted as light come together like the sunlight,what is emitted is white light.
The other theory says :
Black is a colour because if u combine the three primary colours you will get a shade of black or something close to that, however if you do a similar mixing of colours you will never be able to get white, hence white is not a colour as it cannot be derived from its very or any source.

Existence of colour also depends on sight... ehh... imagine if we could either see white or black or none or both and still not be able to differentiate the two.

Now can u decipher thoughts (unless you have an innate ability to read minds) positive or negative with the signs and conscious and unconscious signals of the brain, unless expressed you cant , hence duality creeps in any kind of expression , emotion, every thing you say or do can be interpreted in black and white. Yes a certain amount of grey too and thats open for an ongoing debate..

Let me tell you more of what is happening around.. things seem big as these are times of recession, of not only the economy but of interest and motivation . I am happy and it makes quite a few people around me happy.. and thats the only thing in life that has no duality at the moment..

I am also learning the nuances of business and i know I have a long way to go and many more things will inspire me on the way, the people around me, i do not how i am different from them but yes i can truly differentiate how one set of them is different from the other, their priorities are without any dualities, their life is free of falling in the middle of things, they are not in any conundrum of what they really want, they know where to get and how, these questions which we all ask ourselves are so full of double thoughts.

We want this and we want that as well, what sounds best professionally is not our best personal aim, they are always at tangents, we want to live dual and parallel lives to be able to be truly happy, we want work but then we dont want to work hard enough, we want money but we also do not want that we end up with only and too much of it, we want the cute person around to approach us, but we also do not want that we have to succumb to his charm and be dictated by it, we want to get slender each day but we also do not want to give up the briyani around the corner or the ice creamed coffee on every turn..

But lucky are those for whom the dual worlds come together.. one by virtue of my age and state of mind:- when you have the thing which loves and holds you together and leaves you independant at the same time..this is the ideal state of duality for me;)

If you were to ask me over a tete a tete.. Where do i see myself two years from now? i'd be zapped.. blank in a state of nothingness...
As after all why should i live again with the burden of duality, simply enough we will either be doing less than or more than what we want . We would be in a single state of mind of which is good or bad, content or discontent. This state of mind cannot be predicted sitting now in the quiteness of our lifes. So why live the moment with such a baggage, and that is why i havnt believed in planning my future. There is only a course of action for present and not the future, there is only one way and that is doing the thing that gives each day a purpose, could be small thank you note, a follow up call, a cup of capucinno , a look of admiration , a right note on your guitar or a small recognition that the job is done the way it ought to...

of learning the things you love...

"So have you loved painting, paint for youself the sunrise every mornin, you love music sing passionately even in the bathroom, not enough.. bathe more than the average number of times you would, love the strings of the guitar, buy youself one you'll treasure all your life as your first love,love the mountains travel all by yourself incognito...love to dance, join the troupe so what if you have the ugliest partner, love to cook and bake do that for every person you love..if thats not enough start loving more and more people to have enough cakes to bake...love photography keep your cam wherever you go coz you never know when life gives you the perfect shot.. just dont wait for loving the things you learn or ought to learn in life but learn things you have loved (jus plain vanila is sometimes better than a nutty butterscotch life afterall ;) "

Broken Spirits

A friend of mine spurred the thought in me of how inspiration lies behind every piece of art and opinion, I know you would agree to this as much as I don’t , but on second thoughts now, it would actually serve a purpose and that would be that I could use this forum to talk about the lines of Tagore written way back in the first decade of the century we left behind.
For those reading this I would say that i am regressively inspired by Rabindranath Tagore's words.
And so looking back now makes you and me feel that it is all so misplaced in today’s setting ,

Here he goes ..

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action--
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake....Geetanjali 1910

In contrast..here i go..

Where the wings don’t fly, where the arms can’t try...
Where there is fear and scare, where even truth can’t dare...
Where the unarmed suffer, while they glorify their supper...
Where you and I fight for reasons so weak, for the good we fail to take the lead
Where there is distress and distrust in each soul, where we all tend to harbor selfish goals...
Where young women are left alone to bleed , where the men of faith pay no heed...
Where we sit rounds and rounds of big talks, where we screen hours and take stocks...
Where we love to blame and play the mock, where we watch them crumble away our blocks...
Where the will to take charge has died, where we have learnt to conveniently hide...
Where that one spark gets lost in the crowd, when his voice is snubbed even before he could shout...
Where they fight with peace for the chair, where we choose to give them an actionless stare...
Where the power comes to a house of crime, where the power in truth is still not sublime...
Where the sun goes down with no hope, where you rise each day to see the injustice scope...
Where the needy cries out his soul, when there’s not enough in his child’s bowl...

Where two right men make no good, where they are crushed even before they could...
Where your name decides your destiny, where religion becomes the cause of tyranny...
Where life’s taken for saffron and green, where holy faith turns into a fanatic scene...
Is that the India from where you and I hail, that’s yet again where my country fails...
Yet we say we had set to teach the world and today what we were we forget...
Yet again we feel so taken, Yet again our worlds shaken...
Now again we lie in broken spirits, still waiting to rise from our own debris.... 2008

In happy times and in bends
a flip and flop with new found friends
a laughter a hope and a slapstick joke..
a low a high and your deep down broke
a pick a drop, a slurp and a chop,
a wink a smirk till eyes drop
a clap a hail, for trick a mail.
a walk a sip and a new found trail
a tip a lead a nip in the bud
a smoke a scratch in the forest mud
a jeep a grip a wind a bird
a click a bond a peacocks pond
a spark a lull a secular bunch
a peg a treble with a soda punch .
a yin a yang a flick to stall
a dawn a bell a wake up call
a trim a daze in the morning haze
a song a tear and a look of craze
a peddle a push a right a scare
a hill a bridge a tan to dare
a fist a splash a vibe to match.
a bump a toast a thrill to most
a dig a cross from south to nord
a time a trip at river tern lodge...

Writers clog and Walnut brownies

This day for record*..coz it has a meaning..a sense of lethargy had taken me over and now i am feeling that again.. something i cannot afford to loose for a whole lot of years to come, but you know when i see through them..i wonder whats that life all about.. success and self satisfaction.. you gotta be kidding me...but i am glad you know today... outta the rut.. win myslef over in a really small yet big way today!!
and yes to remind me, lot of things pending in my notebook.. to be put up here.. dunno why iam taking time...but then you know someone keeps reminding me these days of something i never could really understand.. that things happen best when they just happen...without you doing no planning... only he is conspiring and i thank him for that.. crash boom bang :) *flighting back!!

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