Psycho-Analysis

Events occur in life that do not have a chain nor are they related to anyone particularly concerned with you, but beliefs are still persistent in the world that someone can actually possess healing powers. How often have you not come across a person who did not claim that he know of a certain ‘Guru’ in the Himalayas who can provide salvation and if you are lucky enough you would no longer have the heart to return to reality?

During my younger years my Mom believed in this person called the Saibaba who is considered as the incarnation of Lord Vishnu from the Hindu Mythology and had the power to grant any wish if you were worthy enough; even though my mom never had any interest in monetary grants she always wished for one thing progress of her children and I guess she was granted that either by the person she believed to have granted or by her own ability; which can never be doubted.

There are isolated incidents of faith that prevail in the masses about someone giving birth at 60 and someone being able speak after 20 years of age – these are termed exceptional medical phenomenon by our scientists but more faithful souls call miracles of God. I have always been sceptical about taking in such beliefs but I would certainly add to the spiel and claim that according to my birth star I have the power to talk to the dead or I can see the friendly ghosts when I take my midnight walks.

Every time A visits his people in the home country he is taken to this person who claims to extract his future by looking at his hand – he claims that some of them have been true and others he forced them out of his mind; I still feel there is a certain element of psychotic belief that laid claims to this kind of behaviour our elders associate with…

Work place Blues

It has been a month and a few days since I moved to my new work place and all I could think about was how I missed my colleagues at the old team. Being in a close knit team and with a building of not more than 50 people, I would definitely say everyone knew each other pretty well. I can never forget the few months all of them stood by me when I had health difficulties and always enquired about my well being. I can never count the endless hours I have spent in the A&E with just my manager at my bedside waiting for my other half to come and take care of me.

I dearly miss all the wonderful people and the way I got used to feeling one of them. At the new place there is no team as such and being an open plan on each floor of the building it doesn’t help in developing a sense of belonging. I feel quite robotic; get to work, back to home – no occasional conversation and no sense of being there for some one. I can be a bit critical and try to explain myself that I have not tried enough. Anyone who had worked with me for a few days can understand that I have a smile a lot syndrome which can never be far off from me and I guess that is why people are sceptical to talk to me.

I have tried all the conventional conversation starters and always failed in a miserable chain reaction. Well things would get better and people would start recognising others as resources dwindle and the left over’s have to pick previous post holder’s legacy.

May be then I would not feel the need for someone to talk to me.

Inception

Well I am not a die hard fan of Leo, so for fans who are expecting a huge amount of ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaahs’ might be disappointed. Coming to the movie it took me and the poor man a good 15 minutes to understand what the movie was all about – I strictly protest for a narrative before the scenes start to unfold or fold. It would not hurt the image of the movie if it had an epilogue of what “extraction” or “inception” is all about before the plot thickens.

I cannot give credit to the protagonist for his immense ability of mesmerizing or at least acting. On the other hand, I found the concept quite intriguing – who can think of weaving such a complex mixture of frames from dreams? The editing and special effects in the movie were awesome; especially when the movie comes to an abrupt end before the top stops (or not) revolving.

Highlights of the movie include the anti-gravity kick in the elevator and the run in of water when the white van touches the river in the end. The editing and clarity of the image magnifies the situation and the magnanimous set is glorified with the story line. I would not know who else would have made justice to the character other than Leo but he certainly is not my favourite for this kind of screenplay which is quite heavy and complicated.

It certainly is worth watching once but I would not bother to view it again just to understand the plot when there is Wikipedia on my fingertips.

The story of a cross- eyed bee

It was spring; what is not to like about it and what more could you ask for? The bee lived with his mates and found spring very encouraging to travel to unknown land and discover new flowers; there was one thing Boris the bee did not like- being alone. He was gregarious and always wanted other bees around him, showing off his new crib and trying to make other bees identify with his desire of being so.

One day Boris the bee and his friends decided to visit the nearby forest to look up new spring flowers. The plan was to meet at one of the mates’ place and start flying in a group as the forest was a good few miles away. The date and time was set and all the bees agreed on the timelines. Boris the bee managed to get to his mates’ place on time to find that his mate had gone out for a quickie with a few others and left a message that they would soon be back to collect Boris the bee and had left the drone of the crib to take care of him.

Boris the bee was upset about the change in plans; more than the plan he was upset that his mates had left him waiting – how often have one of us felt the same as Boris? Do we really take our friends for granted? We do feel that we know someone inside out and decide to take liberties with the formality and attitude; how long should you know a person in order to relax on the formal attitude?

What should be your attitude towards your friends? I can never be formal with my best mates and it’s the same with the person I am in relationship with but when it comes to good friends do they still expect me to be formal in behaviour? Does it depend on circumstances or the occasion you are meeting them for? I physically and mentally live at Ponders end always with my thinking cap on – what amount of formality would you maintain with your good friends!!!

"Tubed"

Stuffy, smelly and overcrowded – if any one of you out there has been working in London city you might catch what I am trying to convey here; yes I am referring to the famous London Tube which started as the city’s pride and honour in 1867.

It is an unusual experience travelling with so many people for brief periods of time in a confined box. You stand so close to another human being yet you are so far away from their world. If you are an “Anthro-enthusiast” (I don’t know if this word exists but I hope it does) and do not might staring at people – not rudely but subtly, I find Tube journey can be quite interesting.

I find work for all my senses even though the olfactory one gets a bit more work to do – if you are bit lucky you get to sample all the latest perfumes if not there is a chance you might get out of the carriage feeling sick. My safest approach to life has always been pragmatic - any interview my best answer would be that I am a quick learner and a great team player; observing people had made me realise how fortunate I am for being a human.

I learnt a lot about culture and the differences in it, the emotions of human heart and the ubiquitous sense of freedom and race and finally the timings of prime time traffic