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…
Thursday, 29 July 2010
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
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.
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.
Monday, 26 July 2010
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.
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.
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
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!!!
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!!!
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
"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
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
Thursday, 17 September 2009
What is in a Present
A lot of things are taken for granted when you are familiar with a set of people, be it from work, family or friends. One can never guess what the other person’s likes or dislikes are. I have been in a dilemma lately thinking of the stuff I need to get my sweet heart for his birthday. Well I might be blamed for not knowing what the person closest to me would like for a birthday but I have said it .. there you go.. It is difficult to get things for men especially when you know them inside out.
What would be an ideal occasion, to gift someone you love with a token of appreciation? Since the time I started to make my own decisions I have learnt to appreciate people around me. I understood that things should never be taken for granted and even though not everyone is in anticipation of a favour, it is always good to give for a change. It is not the quality or quantity of the present but the mere gesture of giving something makes one feel happy.
Things apart, I did cook him a nice meal and got him all the knick knacks he desired without him knowing that he desired them and that was a warm hearty surprise.
What would be an ideal occasion, to gift someone you love with a token of appreciation? Since the time I started to make my own decisions I have learnt to appreciate people around me. I understood that things should never be taken for granted and even though not everyone is in anticipation of a favour, it is always good to give for a change. It is not the quality or quantity of the present but the mere gesture of giving something makes one feel happy.
Things apart, I did cook him a nice meal and got him all the knick knacks he desired without him knowing that he desired them and that was a warm hearty surprise.
Monday, 20 July 2009
Whodunit
Being my favourite subject both to read as well as watch, I have had the privilege to attend a different kind of party the other night. The pair of us got invited to a weekend party at my colleague’s place which had a theme to it. We were given invitations which had an introduction to the kind of night we would be entertained with, as well as the dress code. Normally, the dress code for a dinner party in an English household would be evening gown for ladies and dinner jacket with a bow tie for men but we were in for a surprise – my costume was a waitress gear from top to bottom with the half white apron and a colourful waistcoat with a punk hairdo for the dude.
Well, the story begins in such a way that guests are invited to an island named Isythia in Turkey and the timeline is of 1875 after the Crimean war for the grand opening of Thistledome Manor Hotel. The host Hector Sprocket had made sure that all the parties arrive in time for the opening of the hotel. The plot starts with the murders of the host Mr. Sprocket and one of the guests Lady Grey on the opening night of the hotel. Mysteriously all the guests and the employees had a motive to kill the host and the task of the cast and crew at hand is to find who had done it. The plot unfolds all the dark secrets being held by the guests and also the entangled relationship between the waitress and the host and the maid and one of the guest couples.
I commend the ingenious effort of my colleague in writing a ten scene script over a period of six months and also making sure of the flow of character from one to the other. I was surprised at the commitment of the guests as well. Even though it was supposed to be a weekend summer night, each of us was flared up with enthusiasm till the end of scene ten. The crowd enjoyed the spread and the punch kept flowing through the scenes to quench the thirst of the dialogue readers. None of us knew the script in advance but the flow was never compromised. When it was time to make educated guesses as to whodunit it was a classic tumble down the molehill. None of us could get the plot right for both the murders.
However, I won the prize for getting close to exposing the murderer; there were two other prizes for the best costume and best orator. It was a fun filled night with a group of audience to encourage the protagonists and an overall success for my colleague. I think it takes immense attention to detail and loads of skill to succeed in an act like this. This experience gave an impression to my colleagues that I could rightly guess any murder plot, but I myself know the truth that any average reader of Agatha Christie could do what I had done.
Well, the story begins in such a way that guests are invited to an island named Isythia in Turkey and the timeline is of 1875 after the Crimean war for the grand opening of Thistledome Manor Hotel. The host Hector Sprocket had made sure that all the parties arrive in time for the opening of the hotel. The plot starts with the murders of the host Mr. Sprocket and one of the guests Lady Grey on the opening night of the hotel. Mysteriously all the guests and the employees had a motive to kill the host and the task of the cast and crew at hand is to find who had done it. The plot unfolds all the dark secrets being held by the guests and also the entangled relationship between the waitress and the host and the maid and one of the guest couples.
I commend the ingenious effort of my colleague in writing a ten scene script over a period of six months and also making sure of the flow of character from one to the other. I was surprised at the commitment of the guests as well. Even though it was supposed to be a weekend summer night, each of us was flared up with enthusiasm till the end of scene ten. The crowd enjoyed the spread and the punch kept flowing through the scenes to quench the thirst of the dialogue readers. None of us knew the script in advance but the flow was never compromised. When it was time to make educated guesses as to whodunit it was a classic tumble down the molehill. None of us could get the plot right for both the murders.
However, I won the prize for getting close to exposing the murderer; there were two other prizes for the best costume and best orator. It was a fun filled night with a group of audience to encourage the protagonists and an overall success for my colleague. I think it takes immense attention to detail and loads of skill to succeed in an act like this. This experience gave an impression to my colleagues that I could rightly guess any murder plot, but I myself know the truth that any average reader of Agatha Christie could do what I had done.
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