Friends Forever...

Sand dunes besides ocean,
vast never-ending, beautiful and breathtaking,
standing solemn, with a strange song whispering amongst them,
Interested and curious they watched the tides spring,
forward and backward in perpetual rhythm,
neighbors they were with no established boundary line,
sand dunes and ocean were friends of a strange kind,

Nobody ever understood why they were, where they were,
Opposite's in nature was not even the tip of iceberg,
But somehow they worked in established harmony, eons before beginning of time,
With knowing glances and smirks towards anybody trying to figure them out,
promises or no promise's somethings are just meant to be,
sand dunes and ocean will remain friends forever as they always have been..

Precarious situation...

December already ending and no year end speech, blog nothing, I really must be in some mental coma, and the situation must be quite precarious

So that’s the word of the day, that’s the blog for the day and that’s going to be quite something quite sometime soon. So here I go trying to make good on above mentioned stuff.

I have never skied (can u believe that’s the correct spelling as per word I was thinking something more funky like skiied) Anyways so like I was saying I have never skiied, but it must be quite a rush, slipping down a slope, with the only possible breaks being turn and make a diamond sort of, or at least that’s what I have read. The above situation is highly precarious, as a person I m completely aware that I have willfully put myself here. As a sane human being I fail to understand why I do so.

This is coming off as so not there mostly coz I have never skied. So quoting another example, one fine day I was strapped in my friends car, with it hanging precariously hanging (hanging is the keyword here if I have not been emphatic before)over a ditch, when I was certain I have messed up my knee beyond redemption. I am not making any of this up. Now the “friend” told me not to move as it might throw the balance off and I was in the side that was hanging over the ditch it did not sound cool.

So first I put on the seat belt, safety is always first. Next I started calling people, telling them how sorry I was and how bad I have been, retribution, redemption everything same time. And eventually when all done, I was smiling, I wanted to laugh my head out for my genius ness of getting into such situations but that would throw the whole precarious thing a little too far. It did end well, there was a fire brigade, ambulance and cop car. I was not air lifted but I did sign a consent form saying I m declining the ambulance and completely understand if I do enter pearly gates then it was my sole doing.

So any point to this post, actually none for once, so no speech, no spin, no nothing, just a good old life inspired thriller. I guess I just wanted to push the whole precarious thing to see how far I can take it without throwing off the balance. So long and will see you guys in 2009..

The big fat Hypocrite!

I think I will blog today mostly cause its been so long since I have written anything. Not that I don’t have a lot of stuff to write about but mostly cause I m scared I will write too much about stuff I don’t want to write.

So why have I not been writing, I was busy being sucked up in the romantic ways of Edward the vampire, but I do acknowledge I have gotten over his highschool charms. Ohh and the whole holiday season here in US. It reminds me of a simpler time when I did put a sock out in our balcony. Looking back it was neither new nor quite pretty. I ended up loosing it anyways. Who knew who puts actual gifts in them and stuff. I have had a bad history with gifts but that shall be another post on another day. Right now there is a need to vent and vent I shall.

So I started looking up the word hypocrisy and found that original meaning is given as a deficiency in the ability to sift or decide. Therefore basically not sure which side you belong to, the dark sith or the force. It also means a complete contradiction of beliefs and statements fabricated at the spur of moment to support any claim.

I believe all of us are a little bit of hypocrites, whenever it comes to family, personal goals, professional ethics, social codes and moral dilemmas. We rarely like taking sides, the middle ground is always preferable however unbalanced it might be. But we hate to see people around us in the middle, taking the safer route agreeing with the despicable gray rather than choosing a side, more so making us acknowledge the fact that I came here too for the fear of being left alone on a side.

I believe humpty dumpty was a hypocrite too so no wonder he sat on a wall. Finally he had a great fall and nothing could put him back together again. I suppose that’s what happens to big fat hypocrites, they eventually fall from grace and start looking for carpool options. Therefore sincerity and honesty lies in being plain evil or good, hypocrisy or middle ground is simply unacceptable. But then again “Every man alone is sincere. At the entrance of a second person, hypocrisy begins.”

Elevatorz..

Having been at blogspot for this long I have transcended into the know it all, rare, reserved, sporadic writer, yep thats wat I am making up for not writing. So for the lack of anything exciting to write about, I am going to write about elevators. I am laughing just thinking about it. Have I ever mentioned before my thoughts are a single coherent streamlined flow of genius during a spell of boredom. Now that I have praised myself lets start with the elevation.

So this started with the game elevators at which I currently am a bottom dweller. And then all these random thoughts started barging in, Adnan sami’s thodi si to lift dila de, to my brothers childhood dream of becoming a liftman (oopsie did I just reveal something), in his defense that is the closest thing he knew to a rocket scientist at his age so I salute his ambition, not to mention the liftman in our building was a nice guy.

The green person in me along with the supposedly health freak (yea somewhere deep deep inside) always hates using elevators, on the other hand I think escalators are even more wasteful energy wise.. But you are not reading all this for that very blah elevator personal social financial ialisms. So I will get to my regular metapsychospiritual spin on things. Ok I gotto choose first where to go with this, the whole lifes ups and downs-nah done to death, but theres always life beyond the grave, so I will stick with it.

Elevators basically are the fastest, least effort ways to get to destination and who does not like short cuts, not that it’s a bad thing necessarily. Each one of us buying lottery tickets, gambling in vegas, submitting super spammer surveys always hope they strike it rich. But besides that very literal meaning there are many other elevators, mood lifters, the indulgent death by choc varieties, the ambiens of sleepless night, the super cheery understanding always happens for the best spouting friends, all of us have our own…

And then there are the free falling types, when the carefully built house of cards collapses right in front of our eyes. The no fault of yours train journey, the wrong time when they went shopping, the solid real old company we invested in, yep we got on them not knowing the elevator was heading down at a sickening speed. The only consolation is it shall stop even if it crashes, after all its not a space ride with no end in sight…

And so I yelled stupid female driver..

Since I bought an Audi life has become oh so difficult, gone are the days when I would walk, sit in bus and listen to my ipod, thinking about that I don’t even know where it is now :( I would look at the stars, handsome guy in Lamborghini (yea I live in a posh neighborhood) and walk to gym.

Now life is all about my baby (my Audi), feed it the highest darn octane nothing less would ever do, clean it and take care of it. I drive in the less traveled lanes, go early to find good parking spots or walk farther for the same, give nasty looks to any super fast cars nearby and yep yell at stupid female drivers, ah the horror. In fact instead of gazing at handsome dudes in adjacent cars, I have started classifying drivers and their expected behaviors, I call this preemptive driving.

I am sure each driver has their own list, so here goes my politically most incorrect impolite bog till date, dear Audi protect me and run away with me when people come to persecute us for this..

Stupid female driver, ok I get the irony the anti everything but I have got to get this out of my system. She will stand right in the middle of road while turning right, she will be right out of parking lots into the road, she will never heed to ur blinker and never ever give u way, don’t know abt giving any dudes way, but a gal no way she says.

The race car driver, yea the pretend race car driver comes here also, he will whiz by (btw it will be all he’s from here onwards) you no matter if the light just turned red ohh he will brake hard, he will jump right in front of you with complete disregard, he is nasty and its best not to drive anywhere close to him if possible.

The SUV bulldozer guy, this guy again has no fear while changing lanes, u shall look for ur own life he says, he will tailgate u even at 90 he never follows but is always followed by mere sedans.

The older slower kinds, yes they love to drive in the middle lane even if the road had just two lanes. Like to drive near dividers, u know along the innermost left kind of lanes always 5 miles below the posted speed limits.

The jumper, oh yea they will jump u these restless souls need to jump to stay conscious. He will maneuver from right lanes from left lanes, before the truck beside the truck all NFS like he will make u feel all dull dull kind sticking to lanes is for suckers.

The always correct driver, he will stick to lanes, follow speed limits, brake when he sees orange light, in all will irritate the hell out of you.

There are many many more, the motorcycle guy, the daredevil cycle guy, carefree pedestrians and on and on and on. Don’t tell me its almost time for me to drive back home..

Total Recall

Well the last couple months have been blissfully busy, in a real good way. But now I am back to my pondering ways, sipping bitter.. bitter coffee and ponderrrrrrrrrr So I was thinking this ought to be some fantastic post, I wanted to write about tress and roots and stability and then got bored.

Meanwhile I chanced upon this book flatland through one surprisingly informative reader. I wont blabber about the book coz I have just read the preface and first few pages, but I will talk about the concept and couple of things that have always fascinated me.

So flatland was written in 1880 quite a book for its time, period, oppressive society and yet a refreshingly cool concept. It’s the story about a square who got dazzled when he met a cube. Now I have similar thoughts and have always had. Ever since studying about three dimensions in space, what always fascinated me was the fourth dimension, time.

The thought of their being multiple existences’, scenarios, realities is right out of a blockbuster film. The whole point of reference concept couldn’t we be equally naïve thinking time is flat one way street when it actually might be circular, elliptical or maybe even wicked. I admit I m a science fiction junkie, I read time machine when I was a kid and restaurant at the end of universe when I still behaved like a kid. I did not like planet of apes, original or rehashed.

So if time travel did exist how would it work. One thing is for certain it would require some massive amount of energy coz any change in past would have to result in substantial changes in future. How would our brains work with all the change, is memory retained or overwritten, how about complete existence, can there be only one of us at a time or multiple instances and I have tones of other questions.

Until anyone does make that leap, through a portal or shimmery stuff, or wishing well, I will just have to keep this ginormous questionnaire in my head from imploding.

Logic looming letting go..

Okay so I wanted to act smart and play on the L word up there, go ahead fire me.. To be a lot more lucent this post is about letting go, its directed towards a certain somebody who knows who it/he/she is provided that who is reading it. I promise it wont be as convoluted as this beginning, talking about convoluted my newest word of day is circumvent, I have been actively using it in lots of conversations. More on that later, oh yes and my aura is yellow btw, but I guess that rounds up my personality info for the month.

So back to letting go, and if I have talked about this earlier then pardon me, or blame it on aging gray cells. The only thing I learned in swimming after a lot of paid lessons was to float. And the basic premise of floating mostly is to let go. There are tones of examples with quick sand and what not. Gist being there are many times in life when it is essential to let go. The more you struggle; you either end up in the deep end or getting yourself in more muck than you started with.

As creatures of habit, we have a tendency to cling on to the usual, to the everyday, to our routines, to things and very rarely to people. Talk about one clingy breed, but talking about clingy I m definitely writing once on trees but more on that later. Its mostly for the sense of security it provides. There cannot be bigger mirage than sense of security, it’s never there but we are always seeking it.

There are some basic principles in life, like live, eat, breathe, some personal principles, sleep 8 hrs, be helpful, try not to stab people, but besides all that everything is variable and it should be. The moment we try to create constants in our environment either there is chaos, or stagnant environs ruts. So spring cleaning is essential, make that all year round, tossing out all that was most essential before but just does not work now, is not giving up, it just means you are letting go so that you can float again…..