Did I really think up my being?

What is it that I find myself living.

Did I just think it all up? Is everything around an extention of my mind or is the perception of it my consciousness? Either ways, is there a point being made by having me find myself with thoughts.

Lets like really stop everything we are currently doing for a second and think. Like really really think-

"Why did the chicken cross the road?"

Throwing stuff at my sister

In my life I have thrown a range of stuff at my sister. Poked her with TV remote controls. Splashed wated on her face at selective occasions. May be, put chumki powder on her hair. But worst was yet to come.

The day my sister got married, a strange thing happened. They abruptly gave me a handful of puffed rice and insisted that I should throw it on my sister's face. I gave a look which said-

"Are you out of you freaking mind??? Does this seriously make sense to you??? Will this help in any way??? She is all dressed up. Wouldn't this mess up her hair?"

As I struggled to restrict the puffed rice within my palms, I glanced at my sister sitting surrounded by gallons of people, almost like sitting on a throne. She had no knowledge of what was about to happen. I had to inevitably throw it at her as I figured otherwise she couldn't get married.

Bottom line- marriage rituals are filled with abrupt and irrevelant sequence of events with no evident objective whatsoever. Unless you believe.

They just might randomly give you a leaf and uncooked rice and make you hold it for 5 minutes.

I like to think that the leaf I would be holding in my hand might somehow make amendments in my star and can influence due course of my future life. I refuse to distinguish the marriage rituals from regular acts of life judging one to be more abrupt than the other.

Also, it sounds like fun. Atleast I will have something to do.

Easy steps to learn VBA programming

Steps to make learning VBA programming easy-

1. Do not shampoo your hair for a week
2. Grow a beard
3. Reduce on your social skills
4. Have a blank expression on your face
5. Wearing glasses would help
6. Reduce blinking rate by 40%
7. Speak in a silly voice
8. Have a response time of 3 seconds to everything happening around you

Even if you still don't learn VBA, you will atleast get a feel of it.

Missing out on stuff

There are too many stuff in the world. I am only one person. I can only be at one place at a time. But what about all other places other than the place I am currently in? While I am doing one thing, I am missing out on all other stuff I am not doing. Thats why I have decided to multi task. Thats why I have decided to live a life of two, or more.

Something

I wrote something. Read it. Re-read it. Then I scribbled on it, taring the page in an ugly fashion. My idea was a contaminated piece of paper.

Searching for a 'pause button'

What do you do when you find that life is getting ahead of you?

As a situation unfolds, it triggers off multiple events almost instantly in all directions and you find yourself pre-occupied, almost too pre-occupied to take some mental time out to realise the happening. Itz like attending to a flow of continous circumstances without giving any of them concentrated thought.

You search for a pause button, just to take stock of things.

You ask yourself -"Is this really happening, like really really!!!" Thats when the pre-occupation gets the better of you.

It seems easier to let go. As I surrender to the circumstances with unquestionable faith in destiny, all my previous prayers ring in my head calling me to faith and trust.

In the midst of all this somewhere I know, that in distant time I will look back at 'now' and be grateful. Something not sure what- looks very promising and bright.

Not sure if I could do better, if I was in control.

May be a lover but ain't no dancer

Is dancing a function of destiny?

One would not dance unless the immediate previous circumstances would have lead him/her to a situation where he/she dances. Now this may not be specific to dancing, but it certainly also does apply to it.

As the destiny forces it on us, we are left with a choice. We can either resist it or give in. For our decision we refer to the society for concluding the possible outcomes and itz implications on our personality. But the dance will continue till we learn to find it in our heart and move our body as directed by it. Till destiny is concluded by love.

For now the music continous-

"When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again"

Helter Skelter.

I like to believe in the stars

I like to believe in the stars.

I like to believe that there is logic in the arrangement of stars that govern the life of each and every planetary being walking.

I like to believe that on Earth which is like a spec of dust compared to the inter-galactic existence, nothing I do is wasted.

I like to believe that each day of my life is added up at night and itz essence becomes a part of me which my soul carries towards the light at the end of the tunnel.

I like to believe that someone watches as a dry leaf is blown away by the gentle breeze of the night.

I like to believe that the sun shines only for me.

I like to believe that I am not unnoticed.

The unplucked tree

The unplucked trees waits for me, but will the forests accept me?

Would the inter-related eco-systematic existence of the self dependent jungle accept an interruption of an outside element- raw and exposed? Would we be punished by thorns, thirst and the very human fatigue for challenging the equilibrium of the virgin terrains exposing our mortal form in the hands of nature? More importantly- who would win?

With these queries I accompanied my friends from Chennai Trekking Cub (CTC) to start the year 2011 by trekkin in the forests of Elephant Valley- North-West of Tamil Nadu.

It is not about the distance one can trek, but the distance one can't and then trekking that. As we progressed, the forest remained untouched but the victory was in our minds.

Looking down from the mountain top struggling to breathe is something we can take back to our day-to-day life where more often than not we give into situations without a fight.

In the shades of the unplucked tree, I feel more equiped to face the sun.