Crib Session

WOrk Work…..Sometimes it makes me wonder and I am beginging to believe in it too…that we are actually ” Living to work and not vice versa”, because the amount of time we spend at work and the amount of time we spend doing things that make us glow..( no , i am not talking about taking a bath)..from within and bring a smile on our face is so disproportionate.

Today has been a really hectic day didnt sit for more than five hours, just walking and running between various court rooms, well just running/walking wouldn’t be as tiring as worrying and doing the same thing. My entire body is sore and then I come back to office for few more hours, then get back home and do laundry the manual style because the maid is on leave and man…..its a dog’s life…….

Feels better after this little crib session….

When it hits home…( Hyd Bomb Blasts- 25/8/07 )

This weekend was very depressing, first of all for no reason I was feeling low and lonely and then when I did finally venture out around 7.30 pm and picked up my pal by 8.00pm and we started doing a round of the movie theatres and everywhere we all we heard was Bomb Threat hence shw cancelled. I merely dismissed it as regular hoax calls and people being over precautious. It was only when I was on the Lower Tank Bund flyover and saw people crowding at the edge of the flyover towards the secretriat side did I get curious to see what was going on. On seeing below there was smoke from the Lumbini Gardens and there were ambulances and cops,  and people were talking about a bomb blast at around 7.45pm. It struck me that I was only a mere metres away from the blast site and a few minutes earlier i had passed the road junction outside the Lumbini Park compound. The sights on the news channels showed the extent of the damage, the carnage, it was gory gruesome especially at Gokul chat centre blast, there you could only find only pieces of flesh thats all.

To think that all this is happening in my city at places I visit on the weekends and thanking my lucky stars  havent visited them on that fateful day, to think I or any of my dear friends could have been there scared the daylights out of me, I had been comfortably numb to all those bomb blasts that take place every day in some part of the country or the world, but it was just news item to me or just another statistic but this time when it was so close, the impact was very strong, it hit me hard. Why the foolishness of killing innocents I dont understand , they have been doing this since God alone knows when these stupid terrorist organisations ( full of morons) havent they realised that not single one of these outfits with these stupid tactics of theirs have never achieved any of their set goals till now. Don’t these morons realise the futility of it all. I dont know day by day I am loving the moderate capitalism and democracy more and more and hating the communists and religious fundamentalists more and more.

The funny thing that happened was me and my friend K were together and the moment the news about the blasts was on Air my friend was recieving so many calls ( there were even international calls..now thats some rep..) as to his whereabouts and safety and seemed quite proud of the fact and thrilled and thought he never got so many calls even on his birthday..well he has a notorious reputation for being anywhere but home hence all the people in the know expressed their concern, I just got a call from mum and two other pals, who know i hang out during the weekends with K.haha..

We that is the BAR Association abstained from work however urgent /big/important or pressing showing our solidarity for our dear Hyderabad which has been hit hard, but will never fall……May GOD bless all the departed Souls and may they all rest in peace…….

Goethe said……

         ” Love is an ideal thing; Marriage is a real thing.

                    A confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished”.

                                                                                – Goethe….

Well said Mr.Goethe, I am in total agreement with you.

Thorn Birds

         

 I am reading a very passionate tale a saga of a family and the impossibile love of the heroine………But what I loved most was the opening passag talking about the legend of the “Thorn Birds”….it goes thus…

” There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then singing among the savage branches, it impales itself  on the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to out carol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, exsistence the price. But the whole world stills to listen , and God in his heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain………Or so says the legend…”

And also i got know where my dearest friend Meghnien got her lovely and exotic name from…..its from the thorn birds whose lead character is the beautiful and passionate Meghan……

feeling nostalgic………

          Yeah!!!! I am feeling where nostalgic right now its 11pm and I am lying in my bed with a big grin on my face happiliy tapping away at the keyboard , happy and content and thinking what a wonderful to end the day. I just spoke to a very dear friend of mine and we were back like the old days, I could feel the same thrill and warmth and laughter and thought provoking questions..and lot more , yes !! all the ingredients were there tonight in the right quantities making the conversation taste like the classic way it used to taste in the early days. Somewhere along the way we had forgotten the recipe for a lovely heart warming conversation and today al of a sudden out of the ble we found and Boy!!! it did taste so goood…….  

The day was the usual  routine going to office first and then heading to the court and back to the office, I have this strange feeling and I had it today too that our gang of six in the court would defnitely go on to do well in the profession probably we would star in it, Its just some gut feeling and I liked it. Other than that there was this interesting discussion me and Ramakanth were having during lunch regarging what is culture and the relevance of traditions etcand trying to dig out the common sense behind various traditional/religious practices much to the disdain and boredom of the rest of the gang…and it was fun to see those bored faces getting even more bored.hahaha

life as i knew it….

I don’t really know whether that title suits what I am writing under it or not, but what the heck I liked and I lifted it from some tv sitcom titled ” life as we know it”. The past week has had me travelling to fro, home to Hyd and back within a matter of few hours, and those few hours spread over sunday and monday changed the life as i knew it, well there I am trying to justify that title somehow.

I was home for the weekend thats the 5th august, to attend the christening ceremony of my neice, and I was so suprised to see the tremendous change in her from the last time when I was home, kids do grow up very fast. She was absolutely adorable and so cute an angel, and, yes she has become the soul and life of the family, the things a new life can do, make each one of us a better person than what we are. The lil Angel has been named “Kshirin” which apparently is a Hindu name but some say its Parsi, but, who cares it suits her to the T it means “Flower”, it also was a perfect solution for the parents wish having a rare and unique name atleast within the family circle. It certainly was exotic as wished, for it was far far away from the run of the mill regular Gods names.

Happy with the name and the little respite I got from work I set out the same evening that is the Sunday evening for Hyd and back to the mudane humdrum of regular life  at work, but just when I entered the outskirts of Hyd on mnday morning I get the sad news of my Uncle’s sad demise at about 4.30 am monday morning. The man died in his sleep peaceful and devoid of any pain in those last few hours all physical symptons at normal, though he has been through hell the last few months with daily dialysis with two failed kidneys etc. I reached just in time to pay my last respects to a man loved and respected by all in the family and also had the honour being one of the pall bearers.

The first time in my life I was seeing a dead human at close quaters and someone I knew so well and had such fond memories of, he was the one who accompanied me when i joined boarding school as a kid, he was the oe who itrduced me to and kept me in the care of my first friend ,my best friend, he always helped me fill all my application forms where ever i was applying, a small sentiment that his doing so brought me luck. It was hard to be believe he was no more admist us , but then we did swallow that pain for we were in a way glad he was rid of all the suffering and humiliation that two failed kidneys can cause.

During all these things I did notice one fascinating thing, I observed that the greatest soothing balm for my widowed and the rest of the family was the grandkids all tiny tots , babies, their antics made everyone forget the grief. ” How the new life , lives which are just starting out can make the difference when one life as passed on”……it amused me no end this strange thing playing before my very eyes. Also i admire the courage and strength my cousin brother showed he didnt shed copious tears and remain gloomy all through the ceremonies he was like the Buddha..calm and peaceful chanting the gayatri mantra, so that his father’s soul may rest in peace, and same goes to my aunt also.

May God bless his soul and May God guide the precious lifes of all those kids who made a difference unwittingly through their ignorance of Death…..