When I spend my weekends wandering at the malls, eating at a favorite joint,
watching the latest movies at the cinemas or my during the bus ride back home or while seated in the train, I always wish I had someone with me, someone I could talk to, someone I could share my thoughts with, someone I could call mine.
I believe this someone is what every human being searches for, when you are young you try to find that someone in your mother, as you grow up you try to find that someone in a friend, in a lover, later in your partner or wife. A beautiful partner, loads of sex, kids, nothing seems to be fulfilling, the search continues...
It is impossible to find that someone if you search outside... that someone special is within you, it is the secret desires and unfulfilled wishes of your inner self personified.
NB: wake up!!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Fitness
After a very long time and lot of procrastination I eventually made it to the GYM. A $12 taxi ride from office took me straight to Parkway Parade. At the 7th floor of this mall is True Fitness. I was accompanied by couple of colleagues and one of em is a fitness freak. BTW IBMers can workout here for free!!
As I entered I was welcomed by the sight of some really beautiful women working out real hard, must say beautiful women around really helps men push their limits to achieve better results.
I exchanged my badge at the counter for a towel and a key to the locker, quickly changed into a more comfortable wear, secured my bag and laptop in the locker and got started with my workout.
As expected I was a bit rusty to start but thanks to my fitness freak friend who helped me push hard and eventually completed the workout for chest , triceps and a bit of cardio.
We then cleaned up a bit and walked to a nearby hawker center to catch some grub, a quick goodbye and $12 taxi ride back home wrapped up the adventure.
I woke up today with sore muscles and a bad headache and eventually ended up working from home.
However, the highlight of this little adventure is the sight at the men's locker room!! Seeing men running around naked can be quite a disturbing site to another man!!
PS: True Fitness is a long way ahead!!
As I entered I was welcomed by the sight of some really beautiful women working out real hard, must say beautiful women around really helps men push their limits to achieve better results.
I exchanged my badge at the counter for a towel and a key to the locker, quickly changed into a more comfortable wear, secured my bag and laptop in the locker and got started with my workout.
As expected I was a bit rusty to start but thanks to my fitness freak friend who helped me push hard and eventually completed the workout for chest , triceps and a bit of cardio.
We then cleaned up a bit and walked to a nearby hawker center to catch some grub, a quick goodbye and $12 taxi ride back home wrapped up the adventure.
I woke up today with sore muscles and a bad headache and eventually ended up working from home.
However, the highlight of this little adventure is the sight at the men's locker room!! Seeing men running around naked can be quite a disturbing site to another man!!
PS: True Fitness is a long way ahead!!
Monday, February 21, 2011
Unknown
I am often bored by the way I am living this life. In a way I am living a dream and yet I feel many things missing. Why are we humans always insatiable? May be it is this innate quality that makes us different that has paved the foundation of this huge success as a species.
I won be surprised of the day when the morning news reads " Our scientist at the NASA have footage of what we suspect is of God our creator"
Well giving it another thought I think that is the ultimate goal of this life to find your way to god and to witness his presence.
PS: Life!!
I won be surprised of the day when the morning news reads " Our scientist at the NASA have footage of what we suspect is of God our creator"
Well giving it another thought I think that is the ultimate goal of this life to find your way to god and to witness his presence.
PS: Life!!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
A Whisper!
An empty swing at the park.
I observe a sedentary life, hanging lose in mid air. Often wonder how it feels to touch the ground below. I do have my moments of adrenaline pumping mad rush when athe little boys from the near by school set their arse on me an take me up to the highest point in mid air n then drag me back the other way, Wow those are scary n exciting. N there goes the bell an I am back to where I always am. Hanging in mid air.
I like the little girl always in pink n white, who comes for an evening walk but always in her mommas arms, She comes running to me to tell her lovely little stories. N then she goes leaving me deserted as ever.
I am thankful to the occasional breeze who wipes the sweat off me from the hot n uncanny Sun and to the rare strong winds who sets me moving to and fro with the gentleness and kindness that I seldom see.
I am just a swing who cannot set feet on the ground and I lay hanging in mid air, as ever.
PS: Its complicated!
I observe a sedentary life, hanging lose in mid air. Often wonder how it feels to touch the ground below. I do have my moments of adrenaline pumping mad rush when athe little boys from the near by school set their arse on me an take me up to the highest point in mid air n then drag me back the other way, Wow those are scary n exciting. N there goes the bell an I am back to where I always am. Hanging in mid air.
I like the little girl always in pink n white, who comes for an evening walk but always in her mommas arms, She comes running to me to tell her lovely little stories. N then she goes leaving me deserted as ever.
I am thankful to the occasional breeze who wipes the sweat off me from the hot n uncanny Sun and to the rare strong winds who sets me moving to and fro with the gentleness and kindness that I seldom see.
I am just a swing who cannot set feet on the ground and I lay hanging in mid air, as ever.
PS: Its complicated!
Nostalgia
A Postbox at the MRT station near my workplace started me thinking on my childhood. The days when we were at Kerala and I guess I was in lower primary school.
I remember the sound of a cycle bell that used to bring joy in abundance to my mom for she always knew that it was her favorite postman who came twice every month carrying the letters of her loved one, her husband who was at Bangalore working his arse off at a Steel company amidst red hot furnace n boiling molten iron.
Those letters were often special coz it brought the warmth of his hand to her cold n lonely chest. Mom used to read the letter aloud to me n my brother, it often expressed the love of my father who at sight used to be fierce n strict. The letter always ended with a thousand kisses to mom! The part that made her blush!
Those letters not just carried words but much more than words, The touch, the scent n the real kisses of love, all embedded in a single blue paper! Guess this is what made the letters and the man who carried em special!
I tread the high mountains, I walk the lonely path with my bicycle,
I cross the streams and the hardest rivers, I fight the evil eyes,
Oh! I walk a long way to your door, to your home, to your heart to smile with you to jump in joy with you and to lend my shoulders for your tears to trickle..
I do it all for, I am your friendly postman!
PS: Good Old Days!
I remember the sound of a cycle bell that used to bring joy in abundance to my mom for she always knew that it was her favorite postman who came twice every month carrying the letters of her loved one, her husband who was at Bangalore working his arse off at a Steel company amidst red hot furnace n boiling molten iron.
Those letters were often special coz it brought the warmth of his hand to her cold n lonely chest. Mom used to read the letter aloud to me n my brother, it often expressed the love of my father who at sight used to be fierce n strict. The letter always ended with a thousand kisses to mom! The part that made her blush!
Those letters not just carried words but much more than words, The touch, the scent n the real kisses of love, all embedded in a single blue paper! Guess this is what made the letters and the man who carried em special!
I tread the high mountains, I walk the lonely path with my bicycle,
I cross the streams and the hardest rivers, I fight the evil eyes,
Oh! I walk a long way to your door, to your home, to your heart to smile with you to jump in joy with you and to lend my shoulders for your tears to trickle..
I do it all for, I am your friendly postman!
PS: Good Old Days!
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Just another Converation
Sanish to self : dear, what is it that you want to accomplish in life?
Self: Make money!!
Alter ego : To understand the true meaning of this long journey
Self: yeah right. n what you gonna do with it?
Alter ego: Well to start with you will know the purpose of this life.. does that ring a bell?
Self: Purpose of this life is to make money, guess you are an ignorant fool.
Alter ego: Humm, now you making me look bad.
Self : you are not bad, but dumb.
Alter ego: enough ! tell me what is it that you will achieve by making loads of money?
Self: There you go again , din't I tell you that you are a dumb fool...
Alter ego : common, go on and answer my question.
Self : OK dumbo, you make money, you spend money, you buy all that you need, good food, good dress, good gadgets, big house, big car, beautiful wife, loads of kids, good life for your kids n so on its a big list of things dumbo!
Alter ego: WOW! now that sounds interesting. But what about happiness?
Self: oof! you not just dumb you are crazy. Happiness? I buy happiness, everything that I buy will give me the happiness .
Alter ego: humm, so you are materialistic and find joy in it.
Self : Yes dumbo, you are sent from up above naked, penniless, helpless. From there starts your journey a long journey of making money and dying a kings death!. I may not take a penny back to wher I came from coz it is of no value there, but it is of great value here and I will call myself successful if I earn a lot of money here. And trust me it aint easy to die rich, it involves loads of hardship to earn money and to continue earning sufficiently to die a king's death... It aint for hypocrites and lazy bones like you, its for those who tread the path of hardship and use his full potential. Any more questions?
Alter ego: ehhh, well thats quite a bit to silence me for a while.. But I know that you got it all wrong.
Self : yeah, think of a response, until then shut up! Dumbo....
PS: That money smells sweet dear!!
Self: Make money!!
Alter ego : To understand the true meaning of this long journey
Self: yeah right. n what you gonna do with it?
Alter ego: Well to start with you will know the purpose of this life.. does that ring a bell?
Self: Purpose of this life is to make money, guess you are an ignorant fool.
Alter ego: Humm, now you making me look bad.
Self : you are not bad, but dumb.
Alter ego: enough ! tell me what is it that you will achieve by making loads of money?
Self: There you go again , din't I tell you that you are a dumb fool...
Alter ego : common, go on and answer my question.
Self : OK dumbo, you make money, you spend money, you buy all that you need, good food, good dress, good gadgets, big house, big car, beautiful wife, loads of kids, good life for your kids n so on its a big list of things dumbo!
Alter ego: WOW! now that sounds interesting. But what about happiness?
Self: oof! you not just dumb you are crazy. Happiness? I buy happiness, everything that I buy will give me the happiness .
Alter ego: humm, so you are materialistic and find joy in it.
Self : Yes dumbo, you are sent from up above naked, penniless, helpless. From there starts your journey a long journey of making money and dying a kings death!. I may not take a penny back to wher I came from coz it is of no value there, but it is of great value here and I will call myself successful if I earn a lot of money here. And trust me it aint easy to die rich, it involves loads of hardship to earn money and to continue earning sufficiently to die a king's death... It aint for hypocrites and lazy bones like you, its for those who tread the path of hardship and use his full potential. Any more questions?
Alter ego: ehhh, well thats quite a bit to silence me for a while.. But I know that you got it all wrong.
Self : yeah, think of a response, until then shut up! Dumbo....
PS: That money smells sweet dear!!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Choices!
Are you religious or are you Spiritual?
I think, to be religious is to be more disciplined. Religion and religious following is nothing but a disciplined way of seeking god. This approach involves practices/customs that will help tame ones wild and uncouth mind & thought patterns.
Once you are religious you are ready for the next phase of abundant possibilities, the spiritual way of life, where you build your path of communication with the creator.
We have many different religion to chose from and each one has a set of different practices and approaches in preparing one for the Spiritual way of life. Now don't look down upon those who are not taking your path to spirituality. Lets concentrate on the end result!
Now Warton, Kellogs, LSB, Stanford, Michigan all offer MBA, its up to you to pick the one that suits you!!
PS: It aint a fair world!!
I think, to be religious is to be more disciplined. Religion and religious following is nothing but a disciplined way of seeking god. This approach involves practices/customs that will help tame ones wild and uncouth mind & thought patterns.
Once you are religious you are ready for the next phase of abundant possibilities, the spiritual way of life, where you build your path of communication with the creator.
We have many different religion to chose from and each one has a set of different practices and approaches in preparing one for the Spiritual way of life. Now don't look down upon those who are not taking your path to spirituality. Lets concentrate on the end result!
Now Warton, Kellogs, LSB, Stanford, Michigan all offer MBA, its up to you to pick the one that suits you!!
PS: It aint a fair world!!
Monday, February 14, 2011
Frist time
Hi Bloggers, A friend and a full time blogger told me that blogging has a calming and soothing effect. The 2011 Valentines day spent with ought any companionship, I thought the calming and soothing effect may help a bit.
I do not have much to write this time around but hey wanna thank that good friend who in many different ways have helped me not to lose my sanity. So thank you my blogger friend.
PS: Romance is essential!!
I do not have much to write this time around but hey wanna thank that good friend who in many different ways have helped me not to lose my sanity. So thank you my blogger friend.
PS: Romance is essential!!
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