Passion

Every once in a while comes the exhilarating moment that catches your breath and swings you on the clouds, leaving you there with that joy. Not the happy contentment, but the one that adds a spring to your steps.

I had the chance to attend a cultural fest this week. Came out feeling so glad I went :-)

From the mini-cheerleading, so-proud-i-could-cry moments during my school's performance (Go Meera!), to the the oh-so-dreaaaamy Besame mucho from Guadalupe, to the AMAZING(yes, in capitals, TomKat style), musical piece on the Mohin Khuur it was an evening to die for.

Guadalupe's voice and smile left me in tears, bringing back the years when BoyZone and Enrique Iglesias were on my list of "when I meet them, they will fall in love with me and kill their wives to marry me". The guy has a voice that reminds me of soft steps over dewey grass on an early morning. Oh! He definitely knows how to perform....and use his charms and captivate. It was refreshing to see someone who knew his lemons.

Contrast that with the gentleman from inner Mongolia who let his talent speak for him, humility personified. I was amazed at the range the violin like instrument could produce! And Mr. Bo reminded me so much of Kunnakudi Vaidyanathan, him of the 1-rupee-size kumkum mark on his forehead and the incessant energy. The way he moves to the music as if he can "feel" it within himself, and channelizing the emotion of the song from his soul! I can still remember his melancholy when announcing someone's passing away on DD through his tribute on violin, and the stark difference it had to his pongal/diwali appearances.



I am so glad I have the ability to enjoy music and dance so much!

Pleasure

Wake up on a lazy saturday morning, browse the web and work under a tree, birds keeping you company with their songs, and the faint sound of the water fountain in the background.

I am beginning to like California.

Bravery starts early

Shaken, and stirred

A loved one gets hurt. You want to gather him/her in your arms and swish him/her away to a safer place where they will be far from harm, and you'll always be with them to protect them, support them, take care of them.

One psychotic parent coming up!

Am I the only one pitying my future kids here?

Nothing rattles you more than seeing your pillar of strength wobble...

PS: Yes, I am going through a philosophy meets introspection meets I-miss-home phase, with generous garnish of paranoia :-D

Venting out

For some time now, I have been debating if we should move back to India...you know... reaching your insides for "how exactly do I feel" to reading posts about experiences of others who have moved back to taking a survey of things in India when I was there to reading Shobha Narayan's huge PDF. All done. Still confused.

Yeah.. I do know that we will eventually. Our parents. But then, I was scared about living in India and even more scared to no longer be the "special" persons we are when we visit for that one month in a year. We would be ordinary joes, know all the troubles our parents have, see the troubles in person, see random people hustle our parents in public transportations and in the heavy traffic. Here I am seething with rage at the woman who yelled at my dad when we tried to cross the road while she was driving her two wheeler. Her "Aaaaiii Aaaiii" and irritated expression made me want to slap her. How would I handle a regular dose of this?

But then, I read this. Nostalgic. I dont think I can create a memory like this for my kids if I stay here. Not with all the cousins. Not the mangoes or the bhel. Not the grandparents. Perhaps our friends can take the role of Aunts and Uncles..... but still, not the mangoes.

*sigh*

My dad fell down and cracked his knee. He makes a joke of it -- thats the person he has always been. Wrings my heart out to see him suffer but still smile to deceive us, to save us the worry. I wish I were with him.

I miss my parents.

Does it really show?

Orkut knows everything. Maybe this is the divine intervention I have been waiting for all these years. I finally know that my decision has destiny's blessings as well.

Today's fortune: You and your wife will be happy in your life together

The evolution of culture

I read a book today. Stories about a typical Indian city. One of those stories was about an Americanized Indian immigrant woman who visits her mother's city in an attempt to get to know her choice.

She stays with one of her 'relatives', and has long chats with him about the Indian culture. The reason people are the way they are, and how it started out to be. That was when it struck me -- how social practices for convenience evolved to be the Indian culture.

I began my thought thinking of how the Indian clothes were often roomy, and tastefully masked the generous lower half that most of us are bestowed with. But no, it seemed to me that the human evolution followed the cultural one. The hot climate dictates that you wear roomy clothes and cover yourself from the dust.

We seem to have started as a very environment friendly cabal, and coming a full circle now with the advent of Tree huggers. Everyday chores were aimed at giving back to the environment and taking care of those lowest in the food chain as well. Like how you eat in a banana leaf, which is then given to the family goat/cow/plant eater. You dont kill the ants that are excited to follow the smell when you eat, but create a moat around the mound of food with water so they are gently dissuaded from reaching their goal.

Its amazing we had such carefully thought practices, and yet we shun them now and choose to rot in the filthiest interpretation, choosing to ordain oneself elite or oppressed by caste. It is a futile exercise to blare our Nation's pride if we encourage closet racists.

Ms Winky's white winter

She had worked her magic on everything you could lay your eyes on. It was a sight to behold, taking all the colors you could see, tucking them carefully under a serene white blanket. Hoarding them, hiding them from everyone, only to provide a surprise unveiling later on. Nature's way of proving that Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

You would never believe the urgency of the little flakes as they hurried to touch everything. Nor would you believe the confusion in their mission when the wind playfully tossed them around. They had too little time to complete their mission. Pretty, delicate, nanhi paris scuttering around to find their wards.


Some stopped midway to adorn the branches. Beautiful Jewels they make. The trees having shed their heavy, chunky, colorful accessories so they could accept these blessings, and revel in the simple grandeur. Elegant in their purity.


They stepped out in the milky whiteness to breathe in the pretty sight. She wanted to dance. Make a bubble of all her worries and blow them in a swirling tango. Perhaps a later day, she thought. When his knee doesnt hurt as much from the cold. He looked at her face, the serenity and content mirroring Nature's spread. He knew if it hadnt been for him, she would have broken into a mirthful foot-tapping number. He took her arm and swung her around, gingerly pacing his steps to avoid the pain.


They glided around the snow in abandon, enjoying the moment, the company. He could see the surprised joy in her eyes, the long forgotten expression he once saw on the day he proposed. Within a few minutes, he lost his foothold, stepped on her feet, and she fell down.


He panicked... he couldnt see her. He called out for her, groping in the snow. She got up, laughing, shaking the snow off her wet clothes. Lets go home, she said. We have had enough fun for today.

And so, Ms. Winky went home with her Prince, falling in love with him all over again.

What color is your brain

Here is a quick and dirty way of increasing the number of posts without actually talking much.

Your Brain is Orange

Of all the brain types, yours is the quickest. You are usually thinking a mile a minute, and you could be thinking about anything at all. Your thoughts are often scattered and random - but they're also a lot of fun! You tend to spend a lot of time thinking about esoteric subjects, the meaning of life, and pop culture.

What Color Is Your Brain?

Smile

Some definitions that cracked me up

Baby - An alimentary canal with a loud voice at one end and no responsibility at the other.

Sweater - Something you put on when you mother gets cold.

Father - A guy who is working his son’s way through college.

Careful Driver - One who looks in both directions when he passes a red light.

Friend - Someone who thinks you're a good egg even though you're slightly cracked.

Husband - What's left of a sweetheart after the nerve has been killed.


I took them from here

Ashwath Vriksha

The hindu religion considers the banyan the mightiest of trees. The eternal life, that lives forever thanks to the ever-expanding aerial roots. If we could understand the language of the roots, what would they say?

Insecure words, frustrated with the insignifance of their existence beside the mammoth? Misplaced arrogance that the mammoth depends solely on them for existence?

Being a part of a rich heritage is overwhelming and soothing at the same time. I have years of ancient wisdom in my blood, care of my ancestors and blessing of my family. I also have the responsibility to not let years of traditions stop with me. It is my belief that every little custom in our culture has some meaning to it, some twisted over the years by knaves neverthless. As one of the oldest civilizations, we have observed, experienced, studied and experimented nature over eons and established ground rules that would help us, many passed on through generations - by word of mouth, or through literature. It is my duty to not break the chain and pass this on to the next. To force the coming generations through the same experiences as my ancestors, only to arrive at the same conclusions would be a foolish thing to do indeed.

We had Ganesh Chathurthi celebrations today. For someone who is still confused on 'believing in god', I find the process of preparing for a festival very soothing. I feel good that I am taking pains to learn my customs, so I need not be afraid of breaking the chain. A sense of belonging to a firmly rooted culture, of awe when you feel the family heirloom. Of immense love, when you make something with your own hands, under the direction of an elder, and offer it to someone who you really care for. A mother feeding her kid, a daughter seeking appreciation, a friend wanting to please.

The smell of camphor bringing back old memories, good food and good company made it a very enjoyable, and peaceful occasion.

No wonder Indian festivals are seldom a solitary affair.

May the banyan live forever!

Kids!

If you ever had the chance to be in a 4 hour flight, surrounded by cutesy litte uns, you know the pain. But one little girl was the silver lining during one of my recent trips. Enjoy!

Kutty: Mommy. its haloween tomorrow.

Mom: No honey. haloween doesn't come in summer.

Kutty: No mommy. it is.

Mom: Why do you say that honey? Are you in a rush to get summer over with so
you can get back to school?

Kutty: yeah so I can go to college.

Mom: Oh.. there is lots of time for that. you have 14 more years before you
can go to college.

Kutty: What do people do after college.

Mom: They go to work. Do you know what do you want to work as?

Kutty: ..

Kutty: I want to buy stuff.

Mom: What do you mean?

Kutty: I want to buy stuff for people. (I am grinning now. yeah. my kind of
girl)

Mom: So you want to be a professional shopper?

Kutty: yeah.

Kutty: (after some time) Mommy. I think I might be a wife.

Mom: silence..

(I coudnt control myself beyond this. I burst out laughing)

Mother Nature

A thing or two to learn


And you thought you were cute?

Old order changeth

In my language, mothers chide their kids as 'buffaloes' if they are being lazy and obstinate. You are proud of your son(daughter), if he is a 'lion(ess)', brave and courageous. Societal norms encourage you to convert to lionism even if you were born a buffalo.



Talk about out-of-the-box thinking.

Recognition in an unlikely place

It's funny when you find yourself
Looking from the outside
I'm standing here but all I want
Is to be over there
Why did I let myself believe
Miracles could happen
Cause now I have to pretend
That I don't really care

I thought you were my fairytale
A dream when I'm not sleeping
A wish upon a star
Thats coming true
But everybody else could tell
That I confused my feelings with the truth
When there was me and you

I swore I knew the melody
That I heard you singing
And when you smiled
You made me feel
Like I could sing along
But then you went and changed the words
Now my heart is empty
I'm only left with used-to-be's
Once upon a song

Now I know your not a fairytale
And dreams were meant for sleeping
And wishes on a star
Just don't come true
Cause now even I tell
That I confused my feelings with the truth
Cause I liked the view
When there was me and you

I can't believe that
I could be so blind
It's like you were floating
While I was falling
And I didn't mind

Cause I liked the view
Thought you felt it too
When there was me and you

From the High school musical

What is love?

I was asked this question by a friend. Interesting. What do you mean when you say you love someone? Lets consider the case of the love between a man and a woman. I had always thought that love was the joy in finding the one person who you have always dreamed of, and longed for in your life. But is that what it is? I was told you love someone because you feel safe with him/her. The feeling that the person will not hurt you. That he/she will take care of you and be there for you when you are in need. The culmination of ultimate trust.

Is it?

What happens when you find out you are wrong?

Life is beautiful

Its been a while since I saw this lovely movie -- but its effect still lingers on. Proof that somethings in life can be beautiful as well as powerful. I am struggling to come to terms with the message though. Here is this family, happy, content and loving. Pure at heart. Yet, they are put to such torture. The father marches off bravely to his death, with a smile in his lips lest his son feel the horror. He doesnt know what will come of his son, or if his wife is alive. Yet, his mind is not focussed on the fear for his son's future, but on the re-assurance that he can give to him at present. Is that an act of resignation after realizing that its all he can give for his son? How can such pure love be destroyed? How can it not work for him when it works for so many other less deserving souls?

The collective unconsciousness

Have you read Invasions by Robin Cook? It is an amazing book. A story about alien viruses invading earth with their might and how a lone earthling overcomes them (Well..almost). One aspect that impressed me tremendously was the fact that the alien virus grows in its power as more and more people are infected, and are drawn to the nucleus, the first man to be infected who acts as the head of the conglomeration. They start communicating to each other 'telepathically' and can recognize each part of their conglomerate by their thoughts. That got me thinking....

Why does every one have their own impression of the supreme power? Why is it that everyone has a God that they relate to? And no one has been able to identify the true source of power, the supreme that rules us all? (Of course, this theory is with the assumption that God is real, and completely contradictory to the Dreams). Think of the human body for example, the organs think that blood is God - it brings them life, purifies their 'souls'. The blood cells thinks that the heart is God, sending them as messengers to cleanse the other worlds. Each is trapped by its own self-enforced territory. None of them will be able to arrive at the true source of power unless they all get-together and detail their functions. I think its the same with us too - unless all of us harmonize our thoughts, I dont think we will be able to identify the true power. This unification of thought is not passed on, it is acquired of our own free will - we understand when we are ready to assimilate the information and truth.

But then, the question arises, what is the true driving force of the human body? Isnt every component a vital part? Maybe we are like that too - each of us forming the finger nail, 'treads' in the fingerprint, blood cells and so on of the mighty power we call God. I cant decide whether ignorance is bliss - the true knowledge of our power might upturn the fragile peace we have.

I tried to convey this to some of my friends once, and the comment was 'Alaga irukkenu oru ponna rasikkalam, but oru kolapatha rasikka mudiyathu'. We have a long way to go...

Yeh jo des hai mera

So I came across the post on Deepak's site on humri pyaari bharath mata. I do understand the sentiments, though I dont find myself on the same line of thought. Before you mark me as an anti-Indian, or an ingrate soon to be NRI, let me explain myself.

What is it that we call as countries? Do you see the physical demarcations that this area belongs to the brown skinned and is line ke peche hi sab yellow skinned logon ko rehni chayiye? From where I stand, these 'borders' were created by our ancestors - an act not very different from the way a Lioness marks out her territory. I cant help but think if patriotism is an extension of religious fanatism - how different are Hindus fighting Muslims different from Indians fighting Pakistanis? Where do we draw the line on what is right? We have come to the point that Indian youth moving to the US of A is considered 'brain drain'. Would we say the same if I studied in Tamil Nadu and worked in Karnataka? Why is it that moving around the country is ok, but not moving around the world?

I can identify with the nostalgia though - the place where we grew up, spent the careless years as free spirits is definitely close to our heart, and we will always remember them with tears in our eyes. But we have chosen to come to this land, and we might as well live with the choice and move on with life, enjoying the beauty and the different kind of freedom we have here. Imagine what all we could lose out on if all we do is ruminate our 'woh din'. Arent we becoming more like our grandparents in their 'in those days' moods?

But then, I am talking of an ideal world. A world without borders or a universe without planetarian favoritism should be a collective thought and process. A bubble waiting to burst, given the way our minds work.

Continuing what went on

:-) Well...I agree that the theory doesnt have a solid background or proof. But I could try to explain some of the questions that Vivek has asked....death...woz thinking about that...if this make-believe dream is true, death would mean waking up to the real 'reality'. perhaps the reason why we seem to have the notion of a seeing a 'bright light' in near death situations..the morning of the real world perhaps? Maybe that is the reason why many of us are not comfortable with the concept of death, our sub-conscious somehow forces us to resent it, as the primary reason for us being in this fantasy is to escape what death bring us to.

About the extraordinary memory...umm...am not sure i get that. Why would you think it is extraordinaily high memory capacity? How would you know the capacity of the real you, when you dont really know the real you. (confusing?). The collective unconsious theory? - We have accumulated the knowledge of many things and experiences from lives lived before, hidden in our sub-conscious, waiting to be discovered. I belive in it too. There have been many times that I have simply just 'known' things wihthout being explained or having the experience to understand them. The answer to everything lies within you, you just have to be ready and open enough to understand this and discover yourself. Do I believe in re-incarnations?....a different story, if we could define the concept of incarnation. I could go on forever, leaping from one concept to the other....