bad start to good omens

reading a book for the last 4 months. i just can't finish it. the more i read, the more the remaining number of pages i see. it's not only an interesting book, but a fast -paced one too. plan to finish it by this weekend. terry pratchett and neil gaimon, it's not your fault. maybe, i didn't start it at an auspicious hour.

news

today, the mns people beat abu azmi for taking oath in hindi (and not marathi). hmmm...so we have more news for our news-hungry citizens. one more interesting topic to talk about over a couple of drinks, or coffee, or sitting on the katta... i'm actually divided in my thoughts when it comes mns...while i do like what raj thakrey' stands for, i wonder if such actions are going to achieve anything good eventually.

but, as citizens, we are a happy lot as long as we keep getting news like these to pass our time. hai na!?

recharged

it's been a long time since i wrote, or blogged. there was simply nothing to write about. or i simply didn't feel like writing. my mind was on a trip, flitting every moment from one subject to another aimlessly. i thought i should meditate. i tried but didn't really know the methods. checked out a lot of sites; asked few people; read few books , but none could help me learn. then S told me i should try Art of Living. i jumped at the idea and before i knew i was amongst a handful of 30 somethings, 40 somethings, 50 somethings and 60 somethings.

i felt strange, like a stranger in a strange place doing strangest of things. i felt stupid in the beginning, then like a kid and then i felt a calm within like i had never felt before. every moment was a fresh moment in life, which gave me a new perspective on everyday things. i could not sleep at nights, and was told it was due to high amount of energy that i gained during the evening kriya. by the end of the 6th and the final day at the course 1, i felt absolutely recharged. it was a wonderful, strange but wonderful, experience and there is no feeling like being recharged.

another mile.

talking about concentration pill, i think i need one right now...like right now. i am indeed focused in life...jut that i can't see it clearly forward. however, i am simply being a driver, driving a car with its high-beam on. going that extra mile, only to see another mile opening before me. this way i am staying focused to the limit before me. but it's when my mind travels beyond . that's where the problem lies. i can see several things. things beautiful and too true to believe. and then my mind travels further, until it reaches the gaping den of the beast. that's when i return to the cozy compartment of my car, driving another extra mile.

people of birth and death

after spending my life with people, it is difficult to say i like them. confused, confusing, confounding...people...they are all over the place...thinking they are are on the move to somewhere...which i really doubt. just by moving, one doesn't reach anywhere. similarly, just by talking, one doesn't convey anything. similarly, just by winning, one doesn't achieve anything. a constant observer from far would perceive us as worms...aimlessly wriggling worms. constantly fighting for rights...which belong to none. we have got one life each, and one death each. i only wonder what is the purpose of the time thread that connects our birth and death.

i really need a concentration pill

It's just 9 days to go. can't exactly describe this feeling. i'm not confused. in fact, i'm pretty much looking forward to the change that is about to happen in my life. but, somehow, i m not able to concentrate on anything for more than 10 seconds. tomorrow, i will be bathed in alcohol...my friends call it 'baptism'. it's a ritual now.

and, even while i write this, my mind's speeding from one thought to another. it reminds of the m-butter. quite similar, but not exactly the same. anyways, i have decided to give in, and live it up.

after all, i got just one life to live twice.