the results

Well there is good news and bad news...Didn't some saint say there are two sides to any news-the good and the bad.

Well I made it through the ordeal safe and sound but I didn't make it.

Which puts me in a tricky position.

Whatever be the course of my future, I know one thing for certain, I will always enjoy each moment of my life. I shall relish my failures with the same intensity as I would my successes.

One setback does not mean the end of the world. I would be delayed not stopped. And this delay I will make useful to ends unimaginable.

Let us see what the future shall hold for us.

..the awakening..

The results have been declared. And the page doesn't open for me...why? Is it because I didn't make it and its His way of saving me the pain and embarrassment? Or is it a genuine hitch?

Or is it divine intervention to insure that i have a good test tomorrow?

I do not know. But one thing I am aware of, should I make it through this ordeal hale and hearty I would relish this moment. Life as we know it is full of tension and strain that we fail to relish our sweet success and learn from our failures.

We go through our lives so fast we do not even register our success and failures but zoom past them in our hurry. Life is in the miniscules, and not in the gigantics... It is lived in small measures and enjoyed in full. If one chews off more than he can bite what taste will linger on? Will it be the taste of emptiness that would be profound after such excess or will it be that of failure to relish the taste of that sumptuous soup?

Bite chew relish and the gulp down every instant of your life.

Dont you worry about the failures because without them there shall be nothing to differentiate your success from.

Perfect Plaza

The other day I passed by a Mall whose name read "Perfect Plaza". It struck me right there on the road, the implication of such a name. Was it a Plaza which was perfect in all respects? Or was it simply referring to the fact that the building was the perfect definition of a plaza?

Or was being perfect was just as natural to it as it was to include it in its name?

It was a thought provoking ride to say the least. And the ideas and thoughts of the person who named it so plagued my mind until I had no other option but to put it in writing and thinking out loud..

posing for photos

At the beginning itself let me make it clear that I am not opposed to anything I write here or for that matter support it.

For many of us "the camera" is always an inseparable part of our luggage wherever we go, even to the party down the street. Some of us miss our camera so much we borrow someone else' and take snaps with it!
A variety of reasons are cited for this behavior, ranging from the want to preserver memories to passion for still moments. But lets try and answer a basic question here, isn't being behind the camera betray one's desire to not be there in front of it? Doesn't it seem like trying to be behind the scenes?
Another line of thought arises here. Before there were cameras there was still art. Artists of renown were hired to paint stills of the scene and such. But they were the natural settings which caught the artist's imagination. But today we have photos taken where we intentionally pose for it! Ever wondered why the lady in the beautiful dress looks so beautiful? or the handsome man looks so irresistible? They are intentionally posing in ways they know will make them look better.

And gullible as we are we are drawn towards the photos. Photographs are all about remembering the scenes as they were not artificially making up scenes we would want to remember. For instance the other day we were at this beautiful lakeside. And some of us were admiring the lake. But soon the commotion behind us was not that of the beautiful sunset that one would want to remember but posing for photographs. Would you have liked to remember the beautiful sunset with cherished friends admiring it or would you prefer your friends jumping around making a mockery of the sunset?

While we were returning a cute little child wandered off from his parents and was smiling at us. We like the posers guild burst into a flurry of activity and were hustling around for the best positions to be in with the kid in front of flashing lights going off. It was no less than a Hollywood movie premiere night's flashing with only two cameras.
The child looks natural in his smiles but there were two broad artificial ones on both sides of him. So is that "picture perfect" or picture "tried-to-make" perfect?

They say, to understand the worth of a decade ask the entrepreneur whose ideas were ahead of time. To understand the worth of a year ask the student who fails. To understand the worth of a month ask the lady who delivered the child prematurely. To understand the worth of a day ask the clerk who has to submit a report. To understand the worth of an hour ask the candidate who takes the test. To understand the worth of a minute ask the passenger who missed the train. To understand the worth of a second ask the man who averted an accident. To understand the worth of a millisecond ask the silver medallist.

But I say, to understand the worth of timing it right ask the man who could never ask a girl out.

A year too late in college. She is with someone now!

A month late? sorry she moved on.

A day late? sorry she just broke up and there is someone comforting her.

An hour late? She is talking a bath.

A Minute late? She is on the phone.

A second late? someone else caught her eye.

Need I say more?

"You know how hot it gets in here" was what I heard when I boarded the train. The next was "water is getting scarce here". Then time seemed to lose itself as we all started the routine of trying to make the jigsaw of all the luggage fit in the space provided. After the scuffle I found myself in a window seat.

And to prove the man wrong the A.C. started up and we all heaved a sigh of relief. Soon the banter was resumed and I looked out of the window. The train had begun its ritual of hootings and false starts. There as we passed by a train that had just come to a stop, I noticed a man who was relieving himself against the engine. Now I am not presuming he is a terrorist who is trying to deliberately sabotage the engine, but it does reflect a certain irony in demeaning the engineering marvel which will take him places!

For all the laymanship he may lay claim to, his conscience failed to register the fact that the engine was the sole reason the train moved. My cynicism says he was deliberately being stupid. And my intelligence says he was trying to prove a point. Take your pick..