Tuesday, November 6, 2007

HAPPY DIWALI




The spirit of the festival

Week long planning to buy new clothes

Kids just not happy with that one set of crackers that you buy them, they'd love to buy the whole market

Gheraod by the shopkeepers, while you go amidst all your confused state of mind, to buy firecrackers, with promises of 90% discount ( could never understand this strategy )

All your sweet talking, the kids into not bursting crackers, falling on deaf ears

All your eco system crying out in loud protest

The nimble hands that roll those poison stuff for us to enjoy, going unsung, uncared and still nothing being done about it

Decorate the houses with rangolis, diyas, lanterns

Prepare those sweets, tradition clashing with modernity...but still yummy, whatever it be

Make resolutions so absurd to our very own ears -"I wont binge this time"

Break those same resolutions, with excuses "After all Diwali comes only once a year"

Time to meet up all those lovely friends from your life

Cards, waiting to be played with

Endless visits from friends and relatives (and this is so fulfilling )

Bond with all around you

Keep an eye out on those around you, especially young uns

And if you have friends who live far away and far from this maddening craziness, keep them in your thoughts while you celebrate it here

Walk around strutting your new clothes and heads held high...

Spread love and cheer all around

And now its time to celebrate, the one festival that brings cheer, happiness, light and love

WISHING ALL OF YOU A VERY HAPPY AND SAFE DIWALI

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Only Robinson Crusoe had everything done by Friday!!


When I was a child, I was told that there was never a word called "can't". I remember each time I was afraid of facing a certain daunting task ahead of me and I would hesitate, my father's words would come rolling in BIG BOLD letters...."don't give up without trying"... I did do as wished, and was most times successful. Those few times when I did fail, I always looked back at the experience and had a smile on my face. I knew I had tried.

Life's taken many turns, some tough, some so easy, I need to pinch myself to acknowledge that it indeed went past my shadows. But lately I realised, a strange kind of attitude has set in. The belief in one's self is still intact. But there is a certain extent to which there is a "I think i'll keep it aside for tomorrow" There are lots of words to describe it....the most important being "PROCRASTINATION" .

I'm sure if Tys were to read this, I'd be on his list of executables :)

Why do we do it? The most impressive people I know are all terrible procrastinators. So could it be that procrastination isn't always bad?
There are three variants of procrastination, depending on what you do instead of working on something: you could work on
(a) nothing, (b) something less important, or (c) something more important. The last one i'd have to say is one of the most difficult, and maybe good procrastination too...

Should we then put off all things ?

Should we just put off stuff that we consider insignificant or small and work towards better stuff?
Should putting off small menial tasks like making your bed, bathing, shaving , stuff like that before you work on your bestseller , or bending your back on that really important design for your office, be considered procrastination?? I wouldn't think so, but maybe the one who wants these very small stuff done might..and so you land up being his kind of procrastinator...

Errands are so effective at killing great projects that a lot of people use them for that purpose. Someone who has decided to design a house, for example, will suddenly find that the house needs cleaning. People who fail to design huoses don't do it by sitting in front of a blank screen or sheets for days without writing anything. They do it by feeding the cat, going out to buy something they need for their apartment, meeting a friend for coffee, checking email, dropping their kids off to camp. "I don't have time to work," they say. And they don't; they've made sure of that....

Sometimes I feel its us who bring it on ourselves.

But what do you do when you know you're there , doing what you never want to, that is "procrastinate" ?? Do you give up those excuses, start afresh and stop putting things off?
Each time an opportunity crops up where I can work on this putting off things habit...I think of umpteen reasons, that the other friend of mine might have if they did the same task. I also come up with absurd reasons to put it off...." kids, school work, family, health and what not" . You mean to say all the others who are getting all the work done are not having these same issues?? They manage pretty well to do it, its only that they have put things into a priority list, and their list stands out well structured.

The person who puts off his very important issue to handle things around him on a much smaller scale might eventually get a name for himself, that of being a great organiser, a great teammate, a great cook, a great friend (she/he's always there when you need them) but does the person in question really want to be that??

You may feel at this point that structured procrastination requires a certain amount of self-deception, since one is in effect constantly perpetrating a pyramid scheme on oneself. Exactly. One needs to be able to recognize and commit oneself to tasks with inflated importance and unreal deadlines, while making oneself feel that they are important and urgent. This is not a problem, because virtually all procrastinators have excellent self-deceptive skills also. And what could be more noble than using one character flaw to offset the bad effects of another?

I've always been motivated by a dear friend who always never stops to inspire that itsy bit of confidence in me. But I've always put off, stating reasons so absurd now to my own ears. But what am I doing to get there???

Me, I'm taking some time off to have a little chat with the child in me. She's still waiting for her dreams, after all. And I'm learning how to make them. Bit by bit, I'm learning.

And one day, we'll walk tall...., dreams and all

Monday, October 29, 2007

crafty

Ma!!!! I forgot! ( Heard this before??) and the time says 8.50 P.M. Now, if this forgotten malady existed before 7, wouldn't it have been cured. No! How can it? Where's the excitement of parenting, where's the rush hours, the stress....? so I gingerly, ( hoping against all hopes its just a very normal thing forgotten and for which I have my useful remedies. That sweet stressful, 'ur my best mom 'look oozing out of those sly eyes....knowing full well, that a 'not done project' could mean me standing in the silent corridors, chewing more than my fingernails...worrying to death, what that lil, mind must be ging thru...nah, I'd rather trudge thru the rainswept , slushy roads, with umbrella in hand and go digging into dusty chart papers, pictures, and god knows what, looking the best clown that can be conjured. PLonk myself to the task of cutting sticking, and being told what to do, and more importantly: " You don't know anything, ma" , only to hear the next minute ...a screech, " Maaaaa.....shit!!!( I thought there were better words being taught lil children, all of 11, ) I forgot!! one more??? Now what???...I had to stick pictures in my note. Thats cakewalk, I thought.

But who said it was....early paleolithic man, didnt think they would require his skills and tools to be kept ready in hand all colored and printed, did he??? At 9.00 pm , its back to the ever helpful, internet ( How did these kids manage in the pre-internet days??? ) Maybe the project were based on those pictures you got in the friendly neighbourhood 'shetty angadi' [the all purpose mall for us hassled mom's- all of 100 sft]

Sit through, cutting and sticking, trying to act all knowledgeable, when the silence is haunting.....the rascal lot, has gone into deep slumber...knowing that momma, will ease it away... 3 hours, and endless moves to keep the "segmenta sacralia medullae spinalis:- no adlike moves, with MOOV-from collapsing . And as my friend says, keeping the eyes open with a pair of clothes clips....finish with the very much appreciated ( by thyself of course, what did u expect???) work. I quickly close all paraphernelia...and jump straight into bed. With visions of glowing monsters, attacking the gluestick only to let it fall splash on the sheets..., the looming faces of the teachers...) I blissfully settle into deep slumber.
And who said it was eay. But the "awesome, amma, ur the best" drives all those monsters into their nooks.....and I get back to chewing the nails, .....

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Zombies or sleepwalkers??

They sound more like zombies than sleepwalkers...


Read this article in the media...and all my brain induced stupor, went into a flying spacewalk....


A surge in naked sleepwalking among guests has led one of Britain's largest budget hotel groups to re-train staff to handle late-night nudity.

Travelodge, which runs more than 300 business hotels in Britain, says sleepwalking rose seven-fold in the past year, and 95 percent of the somnambulants are scantily clad men.

"We have seen an increased number of cases over the years so it is important that our staff know how to help sleepwalking when it arises," Leigh McCarron, the chain's sleep director, said in a statement.

One tip in the company's newly released "sleepwalkers guide" tells staff to keep towels handy at the front desk in case a customer's dignity needs preserving.



The company said naked wanderers often ask receptionists such questions as "Where's the bathroom?," "Do you have a newspaper?" or "Can I check out, I'm late for work?"

Studies have found that sleepwalking can be brought on by stress, alcohol, eating cheese or consuming too much caffeine. It generally takes effect an hour or two after going to bed, when people are first slipping into a deep sleep.

Asked Thursday why she thought 95 percent of its sleepwalkers were naked men, a Travelodge spokeswoman said: "We have more men staying with us than women, so that could be a factor."



I think the Shunyata state was far better.....

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Shunyata

Shunyata in Sanskrit means literally "void" or "emptiness", that is to say, "space", the absence of all conceptualized attitudes.

Thats what i'm feeling right now...absolutely no power over my thought process and nor do I have the reasoning for it....feels like the brains took a holiday all by themselves :(

There is a feeling of suspension, somewhere between, knowing and not caring...Things fall into place, only because they have been tuned inside the system, to function.....nevertheless, there is a fear that it might take over physical functions....Is it so tough to bring back that feeling of "I know myself" or is it tougher to know that there is a pause in the processess...

No coherency, is what brings about confusion...and its being pulled into the void of blankness..

Thought that such a feeling means, you are under control, ....but am I really??!!

Monday, October 22, 2007

Sisters in arms!


Siblings anyone??

As kids, we used to draw this imaginary line on our beds, to distinguish my place from hers. And god forbid if we stepped over the lakshman rekha in our sleep. Now when I look back it sounds and feels so silly..., but it brings me good memories, none that gives me a reason why we did it, back then.

We had fights over who got the better piece of the honey cake, or even better, the bigger piece always felt as if it was sliding towards her, and just ditched me:( It was never true, now I know) . After having 2 kids now, I know a mother will never do that to her kids...not because she wants to be fair, but because she wont be able to handle the fights that follow...

Everytime I went away on some camp or the other, I could sense the glow in her smile and knew she was happy or rather terribly glad to see my back fade into the rickshaw that would take me away to the station or wherever....

Early mornings before we both left to college, I remember those times, when the neatly ironed clothes in my wardrobe would suddenly make space on her petite body.
Sharing a room with her, was like living in a bombed out room....her table always had something or the other defeating all rational reasoning of balance and proportions....while I would get a disease if things went haywire on mine...


Now years later, and many grown up experiences and cities apart


I crave for that Lakshman Rekha, which i'd gladly cross, even if it meant to cross her...it never happens....the bed is always usurped by the 2 brats of mine who both want her on their side

Now a piece of cake never sits on her ever dieting palette...so I get to eat the big and small of it...and when she makes such huge efforts to bring me the same...I can't hold back my tears

Now when we see the backs of each other...even if it was after just meeting for half an hour after months and years, we, turn back again and again, just to get that one last glimpse of her oh so smiling face


And when she gifts me clothes and stuff, I can't but help think back to those times, when I would wish that she never would see clothes...


And years down, she tells me that I need to get my life back in action and organise my haphazard plans...

Sisters will always remain sisters....Feel like wringing their neck at times, but when you miss them , so bad, all you want is for life to turn back and give you those small moments to cherish and smile...And then one day pray that they get the best out of life and not you.