Yeah, yeah I know what you are thinking. That kinda music is not for you right? But don’t you worry. Neither is it for me. In fact this head banging is not anything related to music at all. It’s got a deeper and more painful meaning.
Painful? You bet it is. After all, this is the banging inside the head that I am talking about – the banging that only a bout of sinus can inflict on you. Exactly what I am suffering from – and exactly what ismaking my life so miserable at the moment.
As my head throbs painfully, eyes squint to stay open and breath rasps through blocked nose, a single question rears its head – why me? Why should I be the favourite quarry of this dread affliction. Agreed it can happen to anyone but I just don’t see it happening. It’s not fair – after all misery loves company.
And so when I drag myself home after a long chilly day at office and as I walk into my home and am greeted by a sneeze from my wife, my eyes light up with unholy glee. Aha! Here’s a fellow sufferer at last. With a sniff and a groan, we settle down to exchange our list of maladies. As mutual sympathy flows (albeit along with our noses) we finally reach a consensus – this sinus is more than just a pain in the head, rather it is a pain in the butt!
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
found this on the net
A DOG'S TEN COMMANDMENTS...
1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me
3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.
4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.
5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.
6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.
7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.
8.. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.
9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.
10.. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.
Take a moment today to thank God for your pets. Enjoy and take good care of them. Life would be a much duller, less joyful experience without God's critters. Now please pass this on to other pet owners. We do not have to wait for Heaven, to be surrounded by hope, love, and joyfulness. It is here on earth and has four legs!
Watered down!
Fins flail. Gills inflate. Scales shimmer. And my eyes grow rounder and rounder. What’s it with me and fish, I wonder as my face stays plastered to my latest acquisition – a tank full of glorious goldfish.
It’s true. Nothing has a more calming effect on me than watching fish peacefully swimming about. I can do it for hours without feeling even an inkling of boredom. Yet what is there to fascinate me so much?
As bubbles erupt from the buzzing air filter and a snail misses its footing on the slippery glass and gently falls to the gravel, the questions gently float away. They dissolve in the clear water as water weeds wave gently at me. This aquatic kingdom is the domain of desire. I realize that this peace and tranquility is what everyone seeks. This is indeed what everyone is toiling towards. No mythical mermaid taught me this lesson – self-assailed yet no less true, my eyes were opened. I could feel myself slipping into liquid utopia, slowly drifting away, moving weightlessly through the water like the multi-hued goldfish until… until the cold hard glass partition of reality brought me out of the water and back to solid earth with a bang.
Sighing, I rolled up my sleeves, pushed the bucket closer and readied the pipes and nets – and settled down to the rigour of an hour’s hard work cleaning the tank for the watery denizens to frolic in. As sweat rolled down the side of my face, I finally saw the tank for what it really was – an illusive utopia!
It’s true. Nothing has a more calming effect on me than watching fish peacefully swimming about. I can do it for hours without feeling even an inkling of boredom. Yet what is there to fascinate me so much?
As bubbles erupt from the buzzing air filter and a snail misses its footing on the slippery glass and gently falls to the gravel, the questions gently float away. They dissolve in the clear water as water weeds wave gently at me. This aquatic kingdom is the domain of desire. I realize that this peace and tranquility is what everyone seeks. This is indeed what everyone is toiling towards. No mythical mermaid taught me this lesson – self-assailed yet no less true, my eyes were opened. I could feel myself slipping into liquid utopia, slowly drifting away, moving weightlessly through the water like the multi-hued goldfish until… until the cold hard glass partition of reality brought me out of the water and back to solid earth with a bang.
Sighing, I rolled up my sleeves, pushed the bucket closer and readied the pipes and nets – and settled down to the rigour of an hour’s hard work cleaning the tank for the watery denizens to frolic in. As sweat rolled down the side of my face, I finally saw the tank for what it really was – an illusive utopia!
The call of Cal!
This weekend was a trying one. Couple of days of ups and downs. But the dominant emotion was one of confusion. Confusion unmitigated by any sort of illumination.
A friend of mine called up with some news – he was headed back to Calcutta, having managed to collar a job in the non-existent job market there. Faced with this momentous new, I first made all the right noises – congratulations flowed from my mouth. Then suddenly I started to feel disturbed. And to make things worse I just couldn’t put a finger on what exactly was disturbing me.
Then I did. I realized what was bugging me. Sheer unmitigated jealousy. I was green from head to toe, although genuinely happy for my friend’s good fortune. Green when I realized that soon my friend would be savouring the lip-smacking biryanis and chaap at Rehmania, strolling down Park Street at perfect liberty to pop into Moulin Rogue or Flurys or any of the other sinfully delectable restaurants dotting the street, enjoying blissful days of laziness and lethargy as bandhs paralyse the city.
Then something hits me hard. Aren’t these the very reasons one leaves Calcutta – the laziness and sloth, the never-ending protests against God knows what, the minuscule job market, the ‘kal hobe’ attitude, the perceived career stagnation – yet why are these the same things I miss the most? Why would I exchange where I am today for the City of Joy at the drop of a hat?
I guess it’s true what everyone says – you can take the Bong out of Bongoland but you can’t take the Bongoland out of the Bong. And strangely, I am proud of it.
A friend of mine called up with some news – he was headed back to Calcutta, having managed to collar a job in the non-existent job market there. Faced with this momentous new, I first made all the right noises – congratulations flowed from my mouth. Then suddenly I started to feel disturbed. And to make things worse I just couldn’t put a finger on what exactly was disturbing me.
Then I did. I realized what was bugging me. Sheer unmitigated jealousy. I was green from head to toe, although genuinely happy for my friend’s good fortune. Green when I realized that soon my friend would be savouring the lip-smacking biryanis and chaap at Rehmania, strolling down Park Street at perfect liberty to pop into Moulin Rogue or Flurys or any of the other sinfully delectable restaurants dotting the street, enjoying blissful days of laziness and lethargy as bandhs paralyse the city.
Then something hits me hard. Aren’t these the very reasons one leaves Calcutta – the laziness and sloth, the never-ending protests against God knows what, the minuscule job market, the ‘kal hobe’ attitude, the perceived career stagnation – yet why are these the same things I miss the most? Why would I exchange where I am today for the City of Joy at the drop of a hat?
I guess it’s true what everyone says – you can take the Bong out of Bongoland but you can’t take the Bongoland out of the Bong. And strangely, I am proud of it.
Friday, May 1, 2009
What my father's goes???
What my father’s goes?
An admirable sentiment, some would say. A flummoxing one, others would gripe. An unavoidable one, I would say. But then you may, or may not agree. Either way, what my father’s goes?
Now do you get what I am getting at? Do you see the intrinsic beauty and power of these four simple words that in the right combination puts even Bingo! in the shade? You bet you do!
Water off a duck’s back never slid off as easily as adverse criticisms, enforced shitty work and other unpleasant creatures of the ilk will do once you make this your mantra in life. Recline as the bouquets decline. Stand tall as the brickbats fall. Or just smile beatifically. The world is yours when you are in this territory.
Don’t even bat an eyelid as your efforts slide smoothly down the gutter to nothingness. As everything you hold sacred crumble, make sure you are not in the way of the debris. Be inured. Be calm. Be … just be.
Ohhh.. in case nobody really understands what this entire piece was all about, please don’t check with me. Because … yes… you guessed it … whether you understand or not … what my father’s goes??? :-)
An admirable sentiment, some would say. A flummoxing one, others would gripe. An unavoidable one, I would say. But then you may, or may not agree. Either way, what my father’s goes?
Now do you get what I am getting at? Do you see the intrinsic beauty and power of these four simple words that in the right combination puts even Bingo! in the shade? You bet you do!
Water off a duck’s back never slid off as easily as adverse criticisms, enforced shitty work and other unpleasant creatures of the ilk will do once you make this your mantra in life. Recline as the bouquets decline. Stand tall as the brickbats fall. Or just smile beatifically. The world is yours when you are in this territory.
Don’t even bat an eyelid as your efforts slide smoothly down the gutter to nothingness. As everything you hold sacred crumble, make sure you are not in the way of the debris. Be inured. Be calm. Be … just be.
Ohhh.. in case nobody really understands what this entire piece was all about, please don’t check with me. Because … yes… you guessed it … whether you understand or not … what my father’s goes??? :-)
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