have you heard this song?
moon river, wider than a mile,
i'm crossing you in style some day.
oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
two drifters off to see the world.
there's such a lot of world to see.
we're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
moon river and me..
i was just watching it today and noticed that the movie had a happy ending after all.. the heroine ends up with the hero.. and i had to ask myself, do too many of such movies make us believe in happy ending and tragic endings.. if happiness is a state of mind, isn't all endings happy endings as long as the actors learn to live (happily i might add) with what they have?
anyways, i am watching avidly the sex and the city episode, and i realize everytime sarah jessica parker pens a question in her laptop that thousands of others are doing the same everyday.. do they all think they are philosophers... in this increasingly populated world, is gaining a unique place in this world a hard thing to achieve? or is by virtue of us being individual, we already have a unique place in this world..
anyways.. its friday evening.. and such circuitous thoughts serve no-one.. if only i could write a short poem like this moon river that would give so much solace to so many people... have a great weekend my friends..
love...
Friday, July 25, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
From up above..
Yes guys, literally.. I am writing this blog from the skies.. the first time ever that I am working on a laptop in the plane… the past few days have been so exciting and I have been meaning to write a blog on it for so long..
So, I am doing my summers right now.. it’s great.. a lot of hard work, something I realize now that I have lost touch with for more than year now.. B-school is really not that hard.. I mean.. I can sleep whenever I want!! In the last one month, I have been to Hawaii, been the east coast to Buffalo, niagra and Ithaca, then a weekend camping at the Sequoia national park with friends.. and now I am on my way to Colorado springs.. exciting life.. it always makes me feel so good to travel to new places..
I went to meet my best friend at buffalo. .and I learnt that some things never change.. it was literally the best 4 days of my last one year.. to able to talk stuff all night.. cry over spilt milk.. things which one could never do by oneself.. and even though I met her after three years, it was as if we were still living together in that favorite old hostel of ours! Awesome.. we got so many cat calls in those two days that it completed the feeling of having been transported back in time to college days ;-)
No offense to all the photo lovers of the world.. but what is it that makes you want to store all of life and everything that you see into a 12” x 12” 2 D picture? I was amazed at some people’s single minded fixation of taking the best pictures that the world has ever seen.. and to buy tons of hard drive space too to store those 2 D images… are we so tired to use our brain that we need such material triggers to stir up wonderful memories.. anyways.. having never been a photo person and being a strong believer of preserving experiences solely in my grey matter, I did not know whether to feel impressed or sorry for these people who had take pictures to feel that have experienced something new… and worth remembering.. maybe it is the touch of narcissism that is there in all of us that makes us wanna store images of ourselves at various points in time.. to look back at and feel good about our existence (which is pretty trivial if you have to photograph yourself.. if you are larger than life, then others would be doing the job for you)
Anyways.. if you see too many caps in this document of mine.. it’s all microsoft’s fault, for the software seems to believe that one’s character is closely linked to one’s capitalization practices ;-)
Coming back to the point, camping was awesome.. I kept waking up throughout the night sure that a bear was sniffing our tent right next where I was lying down.. it was scary.. and adventurous at the same time.. and I did a 2 mile hike across a couple of deserted mountains … again fearing all the time an encounter with one of wild species of the forests.. be it bears or snakes.. I literally ran through the 2 miles.. and when I reached the safety of the roads.. I was so happy I did that.. because I am not sure I will repeat that experience.. it is going to be one of the once in a lifetime experiences..
Now, I will come to the most interesting part of my last one month.. this morning’s taxi ride.. the driver was an Indian.. of course.. why would it be so interesting.. all these amazing experiences that I have been having were still not compensation enough for the one experience that I miss more than anything else in this life.. living in India.. I happened to read “the namesake” recently.. it was a tough book.. the people who come from India, especially the un-ambitious ones like me are so unhappy living away from their own culture.. but still we live on.. is it because it is a new experience.. is it because you become too much of coward to go through one more life changing experience? Of going back to where you came from.. whatever it is .. I don’t know what keeps me here and everyday of my life here I wish to go back.. I pray to god to take me back to the land of people, pollution and all things poor and pitiful, because that’s where I belong.. among the people to whom I can make a difference.. and I am going to go back.. this is for certain.. no amount of opportunities and promises of better life and more opportunities… will keep me from the place where I know I can make the most difference..
That said.. I just realized that I strayed away one more time.. we spoke.. the driver and I throughout the 30 minute about life.. and stuff.. which only Indians can talk about.. the rest of the world seems to be living much in the present and way too focused to discuss philosophy.. the way Indians do every waking moment.. is the generations of our forefathers.. and their philosophical thoughts that affect us so? Could be.. anyway.. I am glad that this plane ride has given me this opportunity to write so much… to take the time to just sit and reflect on this past one month.. there is a certain satisfaction in being able to note the things that you felt and done and to try to understand what you learnt from it.. its like a photography of words.. of capturing everything through my words.. ahhh.. this is so much better than the pictures… which does not allow for the kind of creativity.. and the interpretation.. that only words can provide..
Anyways.. friends, I hope have made you happy.. that’s one long monologue that I am glad that I penned.. be happy.. so long..
PS: The guy sitting next to me got so intrigued by my blog that we ended chatting for the next 2 hours of my flight.. isn't life amazing.. isn't blogging even more amazing!!
So, I am doing my summers right now.. it’s great.. a lot of hard work, something I realize now that I have lost touch with for more than year now.. B-school is really not that hard.. I mean.. I can sleep whenever I want!! In the last one month, I have been to Hawaii, been the east coast to Buffalo, niagra and Ithaca, then a weekend camping at the Sequoia national park with friends.. and now I am on my way to Colorado springs.. exciting life.. it always makes me feel so good to travel to new places..
I went to meet my best friend at buffalo. .and I learnt that some things never change.. it was literally the best 4 days of my last one year.. to able to talk stuff all night.. cry over spilt milk.. things which one could never do by oneself.. and even though I met her after three years, it was as if we were still living together in that favorite old hostel of ours! Awesome.. we got so many cat calls in those two days that it completed the feeling of having been transported back in time to college days ;-)
No offense to all the photo lovers of the world.. but what is it that makes you want to store all of life and everything that you see into a 12” x 12” 2 D picture? I was amazed at some people’s single minded fixation of taking the best pictures that the world has ever seen.. and to buy tons of hard drive space too to store those 2 D images… are we so tired to use our brain that we need such material triggers to stir up wonderful memories.. anyways.. having never been a photo person and being a strong believer of preserving experiences solely in my grey matter, I did not know whether to feel impressed or sorry for these people who had take pictures to feel that have experienced something new… and worth remembering.. maybe it is the touch of narcissism that is there in all of us that makes us wanna store images of ourselves at various points in time.. to look back at and feel good about our existence (which is pretty trivial if you have to photograph yourself.. if you are larger than life, then others would be doing the job for you)
Anyways.. if you see too many caps in this document of mine.. it’s all microsoft’s fault, for the software seems to believe that one’s character is closely linked to one’s capitalization practices ;-)
Coming back to the point, camping was awesome.. I kept waking up throughout the night sure that a bear was sniffing our tent right next where I was lying down.. it was scary.. and adventurous at the same time.. and I did a 2 mile hike across a couple of deserted mountains … again fearing all the time an encounter with one of wild species of the forests.. be it bears or snakes.. I literally ran through the 2 miles.. and when I reached the safety of the roads.. I was so happy I did that.. because I am not sure I will repeat that experience.. it is going to be one of the once in a lifetime experiences..
Now, I will come to the most interesting part of my last one month.. this morning’s taxi ride.. the driver was an Indian.. of course.. why would it be so interesting.. all these amazing experiences that I have been having were still not compensation enough for the one experience that I miss more than anything else in this life.. living in India.. I happened to read “the namesake” recently.. it was a tough book.. the people who come from India, especially the un-ambitious ones like me are so unhappy living away from their own culture.. but still we live on.. is it because it is a new experience.. is it because you become too much of coward to go through one more life changing experience? Of going back to where you came from.. whatever it is .. I don’t know what keeps me here and everyday of my life here I wish to go back.. I pray to god to take me back to the land of people, pollution and all things poor and pitiful, because that’s where I belong.. among the people to whom I can make a difference.. and I am going to go back.. this is for certain.. no amount of opportunities and promises of better life and more opportunities… will keep me from the place where I know I can make the most difference..
That said.. I just realized that I strayed away one more time.. we spoke.. the driver and I throughout the 30 minute about life.. and stuff.. which only Indians can talk about.. the rest of the world seems to be living much in the present and way too focused to discuss philosophy.. the way Indians do every waking moment.. is the generations of our forefathers.. and their philosophical thoughts that affect us so? Could be.. anyway.. I am glad that this plane ride has given me this opportunity to write so much… to take the time to just sit and reflect on this past one month.. there is a certain satisfaction in being able to note the things that you felt and done and to try to understand what you learnt from it.. its like a photography of words.. of capturing everything through my words.. ahhh.. this is so much better than the pictures… which does not allow for the kind of creativity.. and the interpretation.. that only words can provide..
Anyways.. friends, I hope have made you happy.. that’s one long monologue that I am glad that I penned.. be happy.. so long..
PS: The guy sitting next to me got so intrigued by my blog that we ended chatting for the next 2 hours of my flight.. isn't life amazing.. isn't blogging even more amazing!!
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