It’s been more than 6 months since life has re-begun. So much has changed both
in and around, that its getting difficult to even recollect all of
it. Well, not all of it was welcome, but if all of it was indeed welcome,
it’d just be another monotone. So, its fine the way it is.
Rewinding…
Aug 8, 2013. The day I landed here in the ‘mighty’ states after an yearlong hustle-bustle of running around – sbi branches, passport office, loans, visa, tons of shopping and not to forget the shed of tears as I was sent off. It was weird.
Rewinding…
Aug 8, 2013. The day I landed here in the ‘mighty’ states after an yearlong hustle-bustle of running around – sbi branches, passport office, loans, visa, tons of shopping and not to forget the shed of tears as I was sent off. It was weird.
I’d no
idea what I was set out to do. Yes, there were new horizons, new colors and new
traffic rules but what of these do I absorb and what do I adsorb. Clueless, I
just plunged in.
Current day…
Past few months, I’ve seen, studied and perhaps, understood people, life and dsp from different angles.
Ofcourse, my dsp endeavours with speech, image and graph brought a much sought out solace after a year of separation. Uh la la baby! (Though the job scenario does give creeps at times. [read most of the time.])
People. Roommates, neighbors, friends and friends of friends coupled with fried rice, Sāmbhar and a cup of tea. That I was still fresh to bind, that I was still ripe to bond, that co-existence is beautiful and that it defines life – I never knew.
Life. Oh, don’t get me started on this. One of the many realizations I had was how powerful a few lines of poetry (also termed ‘haiku’) could get. This was my first.
'To not do what you don’t want to
To work and not judge
To love and not lie
To live and not die.'
Its supposed to define what it means 'to be' – that one shouldn’t let any force external or internal, make him do what he does not want to, that one should allow himself to enjoy his work, without any comparisons be it social, financial or whatever, that one shouldn’t let himself go so low to cheat the ones he loves, that one shouldn’t grow so weak to commit a suicide, but instead just live.
Well, it was an eventful few months. But among all of them, the most eventful was the winter break last month - unexpected, and with a lil bit of exaggeration, unreal. With a few road trips and a few roadies. I’ll end it here with another haiku.
I call it ‘the winter break’.
'Of towers and the night
Of shivers in the white
Of blur and the bur
Of love and its err...
Are tales untold
Too rigged and bold...'
Till time calls dibs next,
Shampoo
Current day…
Past few months, I’ve seen, studied and perhaps, understood people, life and dsp from different angles.
Ofcourse, my dsp endeavours with speech, image and graph brought a much sought out solace after a year of separation. Uh la la baby! (Though the job scenario does give creeps at times. [read most of the time.])
People. Roommates, neighbors, friends and friends of friends coupled with fried rice, Sāmbhar and a cup of tea. That I was still fresh to bind, that I was still ripe to bond, that co-existence is beautiful and that it defines life – I never knew.
Life. Oh, don’t get me started on this. One of the many realizations I had was how powerful a few lines of poetry (also termed ‘haiku’) could get. This was my first.
'To not do what you don’t want to
To work and not judge
To love and not lie
To live and not die.'
Its supposed to define what it means 'to be' – that one shouldn’t let any force external or internal, make him do what he does not want to, that one should allow himself to enjoy his work, without any comparisons be it social, financial or whatever, that one shouldn’t let himself go so low to cheat the ones he loves, that one shouldn’t grow so weak to commit a suicide, but instead just live.
Well, it was an eventful few months. But among all of them, the most eventful was the winter break last month - unexpected, and with a lil bit of exaggeration, unreal. With a few road trips and a few roadies. I’ll end it here with another haiku.
I call it ‘the winter break’.
'Of towers and the night
Of shivers in the white
Of blur and the bur
Of love and its err...
Are tales untold
Too rigged and bold...'
Till time calls dibs next,
Shampoo
