December 17, 2009 § 1 Comment
Do you wanna know a secret? I don’t wanna spoil the party,
I forgot to remember to forget, to take good care of (you,) my baby.
The two of us, we can work it out,
In spite of all the danger, we can twist and shout.
When this penny lane, becomes a long and winding road,
Why don’t we do it in the road =)
The things we said today, its all too much,
I should’ve known better, as such.
Tell me why, Ask me why,
It won’t be long, you’ll be mine.
With lonesome tears in my eyes,
When we come together, I feel fine.
As I write after a hard day’s night,
Wish you were here, to hold me tight.
It’s weird to be within you, without you,
I can only let it be, that’s all I’ve got to do.
Across the universe, all we need is love,
All my loving, belongs to you.
P.S. I love you
December 10, 2009 § 6 Comments
Everybody loves gifts. I’m no different. So my happiness knew no bounds when I met John, Paul, George and Ringo on the 7th of August 2009 at 10:15 am. As thoughtful a gift/thought that it was, it also was a responsibility. I was to be married shortly and suddenly I felt like I was handed a few babies to take care of! *sigh*, that silly cow.
The Fab Four were super cool and kept swimming about their day and having fun. I’d secretly sing them a song each day, in my head, so that my silly colleagues don’t hear me and think I’m off the rocker. But this, helped me reaffirm and realize my undying love for the Smart/Cute/Quiet/Funny ones, the original.
The Beatles may have required “psychedelic experiences” to create something unbelievable like what they did, but I need absolutely nothing to be able to enjoy it. To sink in it. To drown with it. To sleep with it. To love it. To breathe it. As cliche as it sounds, music is my therapy. People who know me well would know that I listen to almost *any* kind of music and find a connect out of everything to music. I relate phases of my life to songs, yeah, I’m cheesy like that 😛
Anyway, I should agree that I wasn’t the best caretaker of the swimming Fab Four and did a sad job of giving them food on time. And they begin to pop off, one by one. As much as it made me upset, I can proudly say that it was fantastic to host the Fabs in my cabin.
After all, Happiness is a Warm Gun. So, Let it be.
December 3, 2009 § 4 Comments
When a prospective client of yours has a very small requirement/project for you, when it just means a few thousand rupees in profit (<5k) as opposed to the time, effort and money you invest in clinching that deal, when the prospect is very keen about quality and wants you to provide a “free” feel/experience of the product/service, when the client stays 40 kms away, when the client *might* be able to put you onto some other small requirement/project…
Would you trivialize his requirement and feel that it is not worth the effort when compared to the returns and use your time more productively? Or would you see this as an opportunity to increase your client base and get one more person to know about your company and take on the project even if the few thousands you make may even out?
What would YOU do?
I chose the former. What do you think?
December 2, 2009 § Leave a comment
1 year 1 month and 24 days… That’s how long it’s been since I wrote on my blog. And if I am not writing this post now, I would personally equate myself to scum.
I’m gonna cut the pleasantries and head straight to why I came back to write… Irom Sharmila. “Oh that Assamese lady who’s been on a fast for a while now for the AFSPA Act?’ and “Man, her protest is truly humbling” and “Wow, I wonder how she still hasn’t gotten as much media as anybody else would have” – a bunch of lines that I’ve been hearing about this … umm… lady.
I don’t think I can really fixate on a certain adjective for her. Is she stupid? Brave? Crazy? Persevering? Revolutionary – yes. Steadfast? Simple? Hmmm, I’m quite lost for words, surprisingly.
A lot has been written, spoken and deliberated about this lady and her protest and Government reactions have been tracked as well. She has been periodically arrested and released stating that her protest is an attempt at suicide! Many say she hasn’t received the media attention that she should/could have for political reasons.
What hurts me the most is that I sit here and write this post, almost unable to do anything about this? Or am I able and not doing anything about it? That is a question we all need to ask ourselves.
Let us assume that newspapers, TV channels, doctors, social workers, journalists have all done their bit in bringing her protest to light. But as citizens who are more privileged than Irom, what have we done for her cause? This question is haunting me and I am unable to go through my regular busy work day.
I am still thinking… I need to do something, however small or big. And I need hands of support. More on this will follow…
As I sign off this post, I am headed out for lunch. Because there is only one Irom Sharmila.