A quiet day ! Almost in keeping with the piousness of the moment. So peaceful and happy in the morning.. Most of the day unfolds in spending time with some thoughts. The year comes to an end. Will it end the apprehensions that we lived with as the digits change on the calender ?
My friend asked me what my expectations were for the coming year, as is their wont at this time. I told him ” I hope I can keep living “. Really what else can one say. If I have life if I can survive, that would be the greatest gift to myself. In order to do something it is essential to exist. And I seek that.
I wish for peace and happiness. For the coming year...
Inspired by this interesting stuff:
There comes a point in your life when you realize :
Who matters,
Who never did,
Who won’t anymore…
And who always will.
So don’t worry about people from your past,
There’s a reason why they didn’t make it to your future.
Enjoy
And my love
Ramya
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Another day for me..
The sun shone bright and strong this morning. And within hours the cloud had cast a grey shadow over the city and started raining.. Unexpected... Birds chirped, traffic moved and me too... I needed to be at work. I am getting quite accustomed to this routine..
A sudden chill had overtaken me in the middle of last night. My body shook and quivered and the cold reappeared severely. I took some preventive measures. Switched off the fan, stuffed my nose with smelling vapours, padded some additional warm clothing around the shoulders, sat up and put the TV on. I normalised in half hour. Cold and shiver vanished in surprising rapidity. But the sleep had been robbed, kept me up and thinking for long….
On life and mortality. On trust and commitment. On ill will and exposure. On profile and vulnerability. And some concrete fixtures appeared. They were mine and were harsh and not conducive to civil and balanced debate. So i refrain from any divulgence.
But I shall indulge .. someday.. this blog is my space and I shall never fear to fill it the way I desire to..
See you again with more....
Ramya
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Sad to see
Received a sad but pertinent sms on my mobile today, which became thought provoking, I share it with you -
“An ace shooter wins Gold and Government gives him 1+ crore.
Another ace shooter dies fighting terrorists and Government pays him 5 lakhs.
Guess the real winner !!”
To be human, be humane.
Ramya
Wait for the turn...
Good morning all.. Another harrowing day with a million matters simultaneously occupying the body and mind. Many during my years of professional work have advised and suggested, good intentionally, that delegation of job is a quality I should adopt in order to restore some sanity in my existence.
To me it has seemed an excellent academic advise that really has never worked with me. If I am unable to give my own personal body and mind to my work I have felt alienated and incomplete. I must read what I am required to make expression on. I must compose with pen and ink my thoughts and I must type on the keyboard with my own fingers what I wish to post.
Did you ever realize that the letters, A B C D do not appear in the spellings of the numerical 1 to 99 !!
D appears first in Hundred.
A appears first in Thousand.
B appears first in Billion.
C appears first in Crore
Reason -
Everyone must wait for his turn and his share of success !!
“When virtue accedes. Ego recedes”.
May all of you have an EGOless day
…and my love,
Ramya
To me it has seemed an excellent academic advise that really has never worked with me. If I am unable to give my own personal body and mind to my work I have felt alienated and incomplete. I must read what I am required to make expression on. I must compose with pen and ink my thoughts and I must type on the keyboard with my own fingers what I wish to post.
Did you ever realize that the letters, A B C D do not appear in the spellings of the numerical 1 to 99 !!
D appears first in Hundred.
A appears first in Thousand.
B appears first in Billion.
C appears first in Crore
Reason -
Everyone must wait for his turn and his share of success !!
“When virtue accedes. Ego recedes”.
May all of you have an EGOless day
…and my love,
Ramya
Monday, December 22, 2008
Nothing much
"The greatest discovery of our generation is that human beings can alter their lives by altering their attitudes of mind. As you think so shall you be'' - WILLIAM JAMES.
Nothing much happens these days except the drying of my skin in this cold weather... I am unable to do much else. Some meetings have begun to materialise, new projects and so on. Much is there to be done and the time for it rushing by. Some strong and meaningful words from my friends make me sit straight..
I tire now. The pillow behind my back tempts me to cozy up and stretch out for the long journey of the night. The dark invitation of slumber to bring you up after that to another day and its uncertainties. Could be pleasurable, could be not.
I should be ready for the both..
I will be with you again in the morning....
Ramya
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Hurt
"I must learn to love the fool in me, the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hurts, hurts and gets hurt, promises and break promises, laughs and cries''. I have been hurt but i'll continue to love, for that gives me courage to go on with my life. When we love someone there is always a chance, the person wont love you back or they just dont feel the same way as you do, that is when love hurts. You cant stop caring that person b/c you love them AND it makes you feel alive......
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Religion
An old man was visiting a city for the first time in his life. He had grown up in a remote mountain village, worked hard raising his children, and was then enjoying his first visit to his children”s modern homes.
While being shown around the city, the old man heard a sound that stung his ears. He had never heard such an awful noise in his quiet mountain village. Following the grating sound back to its source, he came to a room in the back of a house where a small boy was practising on a violin.
“Screech! Screech!” came the discordant notes form the groaning violin. When he was told that it was called a “violin”, he decided he never wanted to hear such a horrible thing again.
The next day, in a different part of the city, the old man heard a beautiful sound, which seemed to caress his aged ears. He had never heard such an enchanting melody in his mountain valley. Following the delightful sound back to its source, he came to a room in the front of a house where an old lady, a maestro, was performing a sonata on a violin.
At once, the old man realised his mistake. The terrible sound that he had heard the previous day was not the fault of the violin, nor even the boy. It was just that the young man had yet to learn his instrument well.
With a wisdom reserved for the simple folk, the old man thought it was the same with religion. When we come across a religious enthusiast causing such strife with his beliefs, it is incorrect to blame the religion.
It is just that the novice has yet to learn his religion well. When we come across a saint, a maestro of her religion, it is such a sweet encounter that it inspires us for many years, whatever their beliefs.
But that was not the end of the story…..
The third day, in a different part of the city, the old man heardanother sound that surpassed in its beauty and purity even that of the maestro on her violin. What do you think that sound was?
It was a sound more beautiful than the cascade of the mountain stream in spring, than the autumn wind through the forest groves, or than the mountain birds singing after a heavy rain. It was even more beautiful than the silence in the mountain hollows on a still winter”s night. What was that sound that moved the old man”s heart more powerfully than anything before?
It was a large orchestra playing a symphony.
The reason it was, for the old man, the most beautiful sound in the world is that firstly, every member of that orchestra was a maestro of their own instrument; and secondly, they had further learned how to play together in harmony.
“May it be the same with religion,” the old man thought. “Let each one of us learn through the lessons of life the soft heart of our beliefs. Let us each be a maestro of the love within our religion. Then, having learned our religion well, let us go further and learn how to play, like members of an orchestra, with other religions in harmony together!”
That would be the most beautiful melody!
I rush to work, but before the day is out shall be back with more...
While being shown around the city, the old man heard a sound that stung his ears. He had never heard such an awful noise in his quiet mountain village. Following the grating sound back to its source, he came to a room in the back of a house where a small boy was practising on a violin.
“Screech! Screech!” came the discordant notes form the groaning violin. When he was told that it was called a “violin”, he decided he never wanted to hear such a horrible thing again.
The next day, in a different part of the city, the old man heard a beautiful sound, which seemed to caress his aged ears. He had never heard such an enchanting melody in his mountain valley. Following the delightful sound back to its source, he came to a room in the front of a house where an old lady, a maestro, was performing a sonata on a violin.
At once, the old man realised his mistake. The terrible sound that he had heard the previous day was not the fault of the violin, nor even the boy. It was just that the young man had yet to learn his instrument well.
With a wisdom reserved for the simple folk, the old man thought it was the same with religion. When we come across a religious enthusiast causing such strife with his beliefs, it is incorrect to blame the religion.
It is just that the novice has yet to learn his religion well. When we come across a saint, a maestro of her religion, it is such a sweet encounter that it inspires us for many years, whatever their beliefs.
But that was not the end of the story…..
The third day, in a different part of the city, the old man heardanother sound that surpassed in its beauty and purity even that of the maestro on her violin. What do you think that sound was?
It was a sound more beautiful than the cascade of the mountain stream in spring, than the autumn wind through the forest groves, or than the mountain birds singing after a heavy rain. It was even more beautiful than the silence in the mountain hollows on a still winter”s night. What was that sound that moved the old man”s heart more powerfully than anything before?
It was a large orchestra playing a symphony.
The reason it was, for the old man, the most beautiful sound in the world is that firstly, every member of that orchestra was a maestro of their own instrument; and secondly, they had further learned how to play together in harmony.
“May it be the same with religion,” the old man thought. “Let each one of us learn through the lessons of life the soft heart of our beliefs. Let us each be a maestro of the love within our religion. Then, having learned our religion well, let us go further and learn how to play, like members of an orchestra, with other religions in harmony together!”
That would be the most beautiful melody!
I rush to work, but before the day is out shall be back with more...
Day of lights..
Hope you are all aware that today is the day of light.. I am so eager to go back home in the evening to lit the beautiful lamps and make my home joyous..
The day started so gracefully for me and i was lazy from morning. I didnt cook today and done with simple sandwich and rushed towards office. Made me full with two cuppa tea and said good morning to my friend (my sweetie laptop). He winked at me and made me smile.. The day is running and I need to run like a chicken with its head cut..
I will fix my head back and jump to home to make it brighter.....
The day started so gracefully for me and i was lazy from morning. I didnt cook today and done with simple sandwich and rushed towards office. Made me full with two cuppa tea and said good morning to my friend (my sweetie laptop). He winked at me and made me smile.. The day is running and I need to run like a chicken with its head cut..
I will fix my head back and jump to home to make it brighter.....
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