While walking to the thirty-something seater company bus to catch my ride back home late into the night, I realised yesterday that for the first time in
almost a month or so, there was a full moon shining right above me. The whole time I turned my head upright to catch a glimpse of it, there was always the
lurking danger of me stepping onto napping dogs on the roadside and cyclists coming crashing into me. Yea, to say I am an alert pedestrian is a blatant lie.
In those few moments i spent staring up, quite a few thoughts sprung into my head. Some associate the moon with a lover, whom they miss so dearly. Others see
the moon and the accompanying twinkling stars as a perfect visage of happiness. While there are also a handful who are 'poetically' inclined towards the moon, as
it inspires them to write innumerable sonnets about it, there are also a few who have fallen in love with the moon and wish they could have it!
Here comes the sensitive, emotional side of me. I'm an avid night-sky gazer. I was walking along a dark road, a shortcut to where my bus waited. The light
from the moon cast a glow that illuminated the darkness and allowed me to see into the night. On full moon nights, I usually leer up at the sky and think. Thinking about what sort of excitement I really need in my life right now. A girl? My own business? Or a high-paying respected job? I'm clueless. I wouldn't say that staring at the night sky is a desultory pastime that I have. It tends to be appeasing in a way, particularly after a vexing day at work because it allows me to figure out what I have with me right now, what i need and what i dont have .. in life. I think about my dear dad too, who's watching over my family and me from up there..
When i reached home last night, I read it on some site that there was a lunar eclipse very early in the morning, the day before. Damn, i missed it!
An ideal full moon night for me would be sitting outside with .. a campfire, in the country, no lights to deal with, a cold beer, your best mate or lover, the moon, the stars and your favourite songs being played on the radio .. it just wouldn't get any better than that.
Though the walk to the bus usually takes just 5 minutes, I took shorter steps yesterday, deliberately ...
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
The Grinch who stole Valentine's Day
Although I'm a bit overdue with this post, I thought maybe I would highlight the plight of all the single people out there. And with Valentine's Day just passed, I've found it apt to write this post now ... else I'd have received so many messages from my various committed friends, calling me a bloody killjoy ... who's trying to incite all the singletons to boycott Valentine's Day!
Over the centuries, Valentine's Day has become a tender-hearted holiday when we all take time to say "I love you" to those who are near and dear to our hearts. Whether that's achieved through a melting romantic poem written just for her, a sentimental hand-written note, a carefully selected greeting card, a dozen roses, a box of candy, or even an e-card, V-Day is special to all who receive a token of affection on that day. Love is in the air. Love is an emotion for which you would give up everything, to just feel it once, to know that you are part of something special. Though I may not have the required expertise to comment on love as I have'nt been in any relationship till date (nah, not a big deal) , I've seen love blossom - and shatter - many a time around me.
Let me reverse roles for a moment here. For the next few lines I write, I am a pessimistic love-hater who loathes Valentine's Day. For as long as I can remember, V-day has come and gone like an irritating zit on my nose. Lovey-dovey couples getting all mushy over each other, not-so lovey-dovey couples incessantly telling how much they love each other though they dont show their feelings effusively, long-time couples sighted scurrying around malls and supermarkets looking to nab the perfect gifts for each other .. gifts that hurls the words 'i love you' louder than each other's ... ... who can stand all this?
The ones I feel who cant stand all this ... are the singletons. The singles could completely denounce the stories behind Saint Valentine and Cupid (whats' the story behind Saint Valentine btw? ). Everywhere they look there are mixtures of red and pink. "God I hate pink", they'll say. The singletons complain that not finding a girl or date atleast on V-Day has worsened their current state of loneliness and dejection. Singles bear the brunt of any social gathering too. They are excluded from weekend evening events. People assume that because they are single they don't have anything to do, they can take the travel assignment that no one wants .. and they can cover the holidays. So how do the singletons survive this day? Ignoring this FAKE day is a start! Vehemently scream - "Valentine's Day is fraud!"
Back to my other role. A dear friend of mine believes that 'good things happen when you least expect them to' . In his quiver, Cupid's got arrows with our names inscribed on them. He's got a long list which pairs each one of us with our meant-to-be. When the time is right, he'll strike. You might not be ready for the gentle poke on your arse, but that's how he works. Why do we have to tell our dear ones that we love them so much, only on V-Day? So fellow singletons, its no big deal .. do not fret. Valentine's Day is just another day, come and gone, in our calendar. A day will come when true love slaps each one of us on the face (after Cupid does his job ofcourse) and then on the coming Feb 14, we'll passionately scream, 'I just love Valentine's Day!'
Over the centuries, Valentine's Day has become a tender-hearted holiday when we all take time to say "I love you" to those who are near and dear to our hearts. Whether that's achieved through a melting romantic poem written just for her, a sentimental hand-written note, a carefully selected greeting card, a dozen roses, a box of candy, or even an e-card, V-Day is special to all who receive a token of affection on that day. Love is in the air. Love is an emotion for which you would give up everything, to just feel it once, to know that you are part of something special. Though I may not have the required expertise to comment on love as I have'nt been in any relationship till date (nah, not a big deal) , I've seen love blossom - and shatter - many a time around me.
Let me reverse roles for a moment here. For the next few lines I write, I am a pessimistic love-hater who loathes Valentine's Day. For as long as I can remember, V-day has come and gone like an irritating zit on my nose. Lovey-dovey couples getting all mushy over each other, not-so lovey-dovey couples incessantly telling how much they love each other though they dont show their feelings effusively, long-time couples sighted scurrying around malls and supermarkets looking to nab the perfect gifts for each other .. gifts that hurls the words 'i love you' louder than each other's ... ... who can stand all this?
The ones I feel who cant stand all this ... are the singletons. The singles could completely denounce the stories behind Saint Valentine and Cupid (whats' the story behind Saint Valentine btw? ). Everywhere they look there are mixtures of red and pink. "God I hate pink", they'll say. The singletons complain that not finding a girl or date atleast on V-Day has worsened their current state of loneliness and dejection. Singles bear the brunt of any social gathering too. They are excluded from weekend evening events. People assume that because they are single they don't have anything to do, they can take the travel assignment that no one wants .. and they can cover the holidays. So how do the singletons survive this day? Ignoring this FAKE day is a start! Vehemently scream - "Valentine's Day is fraud!"
Back to my other role. A dear friend of mine believes that 'good things happen when you least expect them to' . In his quiver, Cupid's got arrows with our names inscribed on them. He's got a long list which pairs each one of us with our meant-to-be. When the time is right, he'll strike. You might not be ready for the gentle poke on your arse, but that's how he works. Why do we have to tell our dear ones that we love them so much, only on V-Day? So fellow singletons, its no big deal .. do not fret. Valentine's Day is just another day, come and gone, in our calendar. A day will come when true love slaps each one of us on the face (after Cupid does his job ofcourse) and then on the coming Feb 14, we'll passionately scream, 'I just love Valentine's Day!'
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Reborn
Picture this. A bold strong voice starts to speak, 'somewhere deep in the middle of nowhere, a man is reborn. The ashes from his previous life .. .. ' . . and it goes on. Just like in the beginning of the trailers of those Hollywood action hero flicks. Got a faint idea? ok .. thats it, stop. Why? Naah .. i just wanted to make an entry (ok, yea .. in style).
After a hiatus of a little more than a year, I thought I'd pick up my dusty pen (not literally) and start blogging again. This feels a bit weird now .. so i apologise for any bullshit that i may post or for posts that make absolutely no sense whatsoever.
If you ask any of my friends - or you can save the trouble and just believe when i say it - i love eggs. Why in chicken's name am i talking about eggs now, you may ask? Hold on hold on .. i'm coming to the point. Its simple actually. Scrambled or hard boiled .. eggs find a place in my list of favourite food! My favourite egg preparation is the .. sunny side up kind. Hence, the renaming of my blog. To my fellow Malayalee brothers and sisters, " aliya..nammude bullseye ille..adu thanne! " If someone wants me to explain this new title with reference to life, well .. i'm not going to start some inspirational talk and try to motivate anyone. To anyone who actually does ask me - you schmuck, can't you get it? Look up to life .. don't ever cower in front of it. Walk with your chin up high. I can't make it even more simpler than this.
In the past one year, I've had my share of regrets, (unfortunatey) bagged a job in an IT company and realised that I had some of the best years of my life in college after I became an alumnus of the same. I became an engineer too .. somewhere along the way.
Lets bring back that voice again - ' keep reading this space, stay tuned for more .. ' Ok, enough of that now.
After a hiatus of a little more than a year, I thought I'd pick up my dusty pen (not literally) and start blogging again. This feels a bit weird now .. so i apologise for any bullshit that i may post or for posts that make absolutely no sense whatsoever.
If you ask any of my friends - or you can save the trouble and just believe when i say it - i love eggs. Why in chicken's name am i talking about eggs now, you may ask? Hold on hold on .. i'm coming to the point. Its simple actually. Scrambled or hard boiled .. eggs find a place in my list of favourite food! My favourite egg preparation is the .. sunny side up kind. Hence, the renaming of my blog. To my fellow Malayalee brothers and sisters, " aliya..nammude bullseye ille..adu thanne! " If someone wants me to explain this new title with reference to life, well .. i'm not going to start some inspirational talk and try to motivate anyone. To anyone who actually does ask me - you schmuck, can't you get it? Look up to life .. don't ever cower in front of it. Walk with your chin up high. I can't make it even more simpler than this.
In the past one year, I've had my share of regrets, (unfortunatey) bagged a job in an IT company and realised that I had some of the best years of my life in college after I became an alumnus of the same. I became an engineer too .. somewhere along the way.
Lets bring back that voice again - ' keep reading this space, stay tuned for more .. ' Ok, enough of that now.
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