Life is all about pedaling!

There are days when you feel like writing, and I believe you should just write on those days. You never know when suddenly you’ve no life left to write. Yeah, my pessimism is scary at times. But am I pessimistic, or realistic? But the fact is you got to move on. I read somewhere life is like riding a bicycle, you have to keep pedaling or you fall down. But the fact in life is that you don’t have the option of not pedaling, you’ve to keep pedaling. Will falling down solve your problems? Oh! Yeah you’re down and out, and have no energy to pedal… fine, you fall down.. but you’ve to get up buddy…for you won’t be able to lie down their forever… while you’re lying down there, a moving vehicle will run over you, then you’ll be taken to the hospital by some well meaning passerby… temporarily, you’re happy… someone is taking care of you, ensuring you have the capacity to fight life… but you forgot he has to pedal his own bicycle…he will leave you soon…and then you’ve to face it again….you got to have the energy to pedal, pedal till there is no more road to pedal! Funny! Now when you’ve no option but pedal, why don’t you pedal well? Why don’t you take up that job and earn that extra money to get yourself a better bicycle, one of those fancy ones which has gears? That should make pedaling easy. And now that you’ve a fancy bicycle, why don’t you run a race? Since all that you got to do in life is pedal, might as well pedal well, and have fun pedaling, pedal like no one pedaled before, pedal with all your energy.

Wow! What an analogy! I know Red River you’re reading this! Tell you what – I’ve millions of thoughts like this which somersault in my cranium. At such moments I feel why didn’t have “superwoman” skills and punch my keyboard to freeze my thoughts at the speed of light before they are lost. They might not do anyone good other than me. But they do me good!

Why didn’t I meet you earlier in life Red River? Everything has a cause in life. I’m one of those believers in a supernatural power having a hand in all that’s falling into place..all parts of a great play written me. No – I don’t call him God… there is something… some big idea…some big conspiracy that we are all a part of.

I read a few days ago in the book of Rhonda Bryne about the “law of attraction”. You get what you think. Quite unlike the other law in physics which states opposites attract. In life, like attracts like. You get what you think, what you want. The more passion you put in what you think, the sooner it realizes. Now the word of caution is the human brain can only process the thought and not the “negations”; which would mean when you keep saying, “I don’t want to be late, I don’t want to be late”, the human mind processes “late,late and more late”, and tunes your system to react in a way which eventually makes you late. On the other hand if you think , “I will be fearless”, the mind processes “fearless, fearless and more fearless”, and tunes your system in a way that it ultimately becomes fearless. And you might have observed that we are very energetic when we tell yourself what we don’t want. And that explains why you keep receiving what we don’t want in life! The more energy you put into your thought, the mnore is your body tuned to get it!

Moral of the story – remove the “negations” from your grammar. Sow only the positive words. I will win. I will figure it out. I will have a wonderful life. I will win the race. I will pedal well!

Voila! You figured it out!

All that I wish for...

I pray to the one who gave me life that I respect the people who gave me life – may I always respect what they gave me, and do justice to the act of giving me what they gave me. That’s my wish. May I always be able to protect my little sis, and to all these people may I give only reasons to be happy. May I always work hard – to the best of my ability. May I always stay focused.

May I also never forget that I was born to make a difference – to find homes for the homeless animals, to give the unfortunate the courage to dream.

May I always remember the purpose of my life, and not waste away. May I be a life well lived.

Nothing else matters.

- Amen

Another of fleeting moments with words...

Wants of life, and the ironies of love,
Of people’s strife to lock and keep.
Free is the soul, and so is its content..
And you thought a prison could keep?

A pair of blue eyes, and a smile that heralds,
Tiny feet and curly hairs that cover the eyes..
… Oh! I long for you more than ever!

Promise to you, promise to life..
You will come the day I am,
Struggling, fighting, kicking…
Everyday to claim my piece of life.

Someday I will.
And someday you will come… my shot at immortality.
You will live after me.

Live.Not exist.

Today I’ve opened the MS Word with a determination to post something.. I’m scared of having not told all the stories I wanted to tell in lifetime. I’m scared of not being known as me. I’m scared if I run out of time before I could unveil the real me.I’m scared of never having enough time to bring smiles to the people I care for. I’m scared that someday suddenly when I no longer have a voice and just an inanimate mass, some people will claim rights to my life. Stay away – you’re never a part of my life, don’t be a part of my death. Stay away – all the curses of life. Stay away – all the unnecessary dirt that I collected along the way. Stay away – you were never in my thoughts. Today when I have I don’t have a voice, don’t take advantage of the silence and claim your rights to my life. My life belongs to those I love, and the ones I love know who they are. Rest – beware. Stay away from life, stay away from my life when I’m dead.

Life is fragile. And I’ve seen how fragile it can be from a close distance. Its funny how a feelings and opinions have to be held back during one’s life, while all that a living being has is a life to explore …. To be the magic that’s in him. You just have one life to be you, to love – most importantly love yourself for all the multifarious nuances of feelings that arise in you. I wish I could shout and claim once and for all. I wish I could say the “thank you”s that I really wanted to say all the way. Ma, Pa, Moo. I wish I could say “****” off to all the other parasites of my life. I wish I could break free and dance a peacock dance in the rain…. I wish I go for a long drive, and discover my own haven. I wish I was lucky enough to find my peace of mind, my love. I’m a die hard romantic, and a believer in love – and no amount of intellectual maturity will take those beliefs away… those desires away.I wish I could tell everyone – don’t be shy, afraid of who you’re.You never know today may be the last day you walked down the street to have coffee with a friend with whom you can laugh for hours, last chance to tell your sister you love her, tonight me the last night when you get to dance wild to the music to groovy music alone.. I’m dead scared of not having done what I wanted to … of leaving things unfinished, incomplete. I’m scared of not being me. Get up, be you. NOW.

Make those phone calls. Say those thank yous. Make those confessions. Get rid of those unwanted parasites and live a free life. Share your dreams. Write your vision. Create value out of your life. Its precious. Its you. And while you are here, celebrate your life …enjoy the colors. LIVE.

Firebrand & Stimulating:LA meets my dream come true!

LA told me about her today.About her choices in life - Vice President,20th Century Fox and manage the finances of a $20 million projects, something else and Rupert Murdoch's fund management for his MySpace adventures. He met her before her interview with the old guy.By far the most brilliant person LA has met in his life. And LA has met people - Steven Levit, Fidel Castro, Friedman are his personal friends."Harvard" was written all over her face. Intelligence was oozing out.


And then it came.

2000 similarities with you. The way she talks,smiles,looks - her background. She's from Jadavpur University.

What are you hinting at, LA?
May your dream come true!

Memo Stick

I love the concept- "Memo Stick"

I was flipping through the newspaper hurriedly as I normally do in the morning. There I saw - in the right hand top corner,"You can stick this ad anywhere. Even in your customer's mind."

Introducing MemoStick. Prominent, easy-to-peel-off and difficult to forfet advertising. Especially suitable for sales and promotions of direct mailing. Available in sa standard size of 7.2 cm X 7.2 cm, in 4 color.

Quite creative I should say, Times of India!

Dating Oursourced!!

Took a break from office today. LA is traveling back from the Apple. I prefer working from home when LA is not around - the office is too disruptive.Actually its disruptive with or without LA, but presence of LA makes up for all other kinds of loss. Two minutes of LA can propel you two years closer to Nirvana.That's LA. And I'm not overstating. Like him or hate him, he has proved his mettle - demonstrated his ability.Firebrand. Stimulating. And to think he only sleeps 4 hours!

Digressing!

Anyway - the day started with a debate - captive vs BPOs, insourcing vs outsourcing.She was with GE's captive BPO for 4 years till GE became GENPACT and started opening the gates to a bigger world. She works for WNS. I asked WNS who? She called me an ignorant pro-captive! NASDAQ has called WNS one of the best BPO's in the world. Ok. OK. Actually - while Bangalore is the Silicon Valley, Gurgaon is the BPO valley.My friend is from Gurgaon. Huh - what vocabulary we have these days - captive model and cost centers'! I was telling her about this - dating.Outsourced!!!

Yeah! You're right.The hype over match.com and the similar ultimately brings in more work to India. Certain BPO's handle the actual profile matching. So beware. You never know if your neighbor Sunita is creating a match for you for the profile that you submitted while you were on that short trip. Yeah - that was a real poor joke.At the billing rate of $12, these employees make matches and send some 50 matches for the $19 paid to register in the website. All's well. But - ignorance is not bliss. Many profiles are submitted with celebrity photographs.And our brothers and sisters from Tier II cities, from where these offices mostly run, are not very familiar with the faces of celebrities.So an obese Margaret Eliot can borrow Sarah Jessica Parker's face to fix up a date! Bummer! But the management has found a solution - once a week a celebrity familiarity training is given to these employees so that they stay current with celebrity faces! Heard about staying current with technology skills!Oh - what a training!

To write or not to write!

Yeah. That was the question.A few posts down the line my blog reflects my immature control over facts and figures and cynicism! After reading a few blogs of my very critical friends - I thought I should not continue creating more posts here. I will draw to many critical appreciations, with all malice and cynicism.

But finally decided against it. Well - I know those brats will laugh at my immaturity (the melodrama over Starbucks.. why did I ever write it!!), so what!! So, like Veronica decides to die, Suwansiri decides to write. And seriously.

Another impulsive shot at life!

Yeah - my life is pretty impulsive. Ofcourse there's a good and a bad to it. Impulses like this one is good - the impulse to write. What caused those impulses - Red River to a big extent, and then in a funny way R's visit to Stanford campus. Only in the morning LA messaged to tell me that he's met someone like, but only from HBS! And that he's never met someone so firebrand and stimulating! HUH! I also flipped through the albums of some of old school friends in the social networking site - "Orkut". Pretty faces, big jobs, bright careers!Life's good!

What do I lack? Probably its human nature, inclination to know it all, do it all. And that's the reason for my impulses all the time.

Someday I want to stpe on the threshold of HBS. Someday. That's what I live for!

Dec 2004 - June,2006.

Donald Da's dad - my jethu passed away, well actually withered away.Last stage of cancer when diagnosed. But by some twisted fate he was convinced the growth is benign even when the doctors read out the reports infront of him.

Those few days were an emotional turmoil for more reason than one.And I've no words to describe. So lets leave it there.

But I still remember one incident that I want to write about. It never ocurred to me why the tomb next to Jethu's was half the size of any surrounding tombs.It would have not occured to me if that little girl who was standing next to me didn't point it out to me during the burial ceremony."Read what's written on the tombstone", she told me."Dec 2004 - June 2006". That explains the size ofcourse.Suddenly - I felt lucky.Touchwood! Life! And I still complain so much. As a Bengali poet once said," pran ache, pran ache - pran thakle maan ache". Pran ache - I've life, and I've everything.I've life to germinate a thousand thoughts, and who knows when the time is right - I've a life and the wonderful potential of creating life.

Destiny's home found!

Destiny's destiny with me, though short, ended on a a very sweet note - we found her home. A few posters on trees and a few newspapaer inserts later, and surprisingly only one phone call after - we found Destiny's home.Destiny was actually Browny! And she dances to her name!

Met "Destiny" a couple of times on the road - she recognised me pretty well. Have a good life - Destiny!

How many comebacks... and how many days...and so many in between!!

Spell sporadic ...and I'm the personification! And in so many ways! I'm sporadic about everything and anything in life. New year is also the time of new resolutions...so here I'm back... I'm writing for my need of writing. I will start from where I left, try to fill the gaps...and then ramble on as and when.. So here I go!