Unmuddlings!!

Over the past few days I have found myself wondering more than a few times – a wee bit more than in passing – why do some people write. I mean lovlier things to do – maybe date, chat, play, sleep, preen, pore through the window watching trees or street cricket or watching the crazy variety of people and situations in play.…..and maybe work [for productive people]…..or the best other option – just do nothing, sit tight. Or goddamn watch TV [yuck!!...nah I take it back, writing is 1001 times better….despite its nerdy self]…….ok well…watch TV [assuming you have the choice to flick the channels of your choice]. With this wide repertoire of options – and many dozen more, depending upon the ingenuity of the person – why do people write the question remains!!!! Damn it the answer is easy – people write for the same reason as people take bribes. That is people write because other people read. In the same way, the people take bribes as people give bribes [or do you want me to put ulta – i.e peo...

Time immemorial, ladies have been branded as goaders - twas actually an euphemism for women being stereotyped as ‘naggers’. I even recollect Allan and Barbara [the Pease family for novices ;)] citing an example from olden days where a bechari wife was dunked in the cold river for nagging her poor hubby a bit too much…[ungrateful man!] Infact there is very eerie way the dunking used to be done for naggers those days [in UK, if I recollect correctly], like they have this person in a stool and way it goes down under freezing cold water….and they used to call it by some specific term [will look it up sometime]. As I ponder over this – I have queer mixture of amusement and alas feeling. Yah, the other feeling – I mean, kuch tau alag has to happen for me to be writing about goading [or nagging as the pessimists may say] here. Over the years, I really believe a great gift for men [or for that matter women] is to have a ‘nagger’ around [I would like to take it as a ‘goader’ actually]. I mean ...

Imagining The lovely lilies Under the sky’s azure Amidst this wintry chill Is an endearing Piece of soulful re-ignite With the ocean like deep calm. Ah! The engulfed joyous still. Thanks! Nature. The Beauty-Goddess, for Time and again de-gravitating The peaceful reservoir within, to my fill. Jan 26, 2010 ..edits on jan 27/28th / 30th New Delhi

Some poems which I hit upon...as I was sifting through the ole rubble of matter...was happy to explore whether i wd like em if read em now......and whether there cd b more 30-40 poems which i can lay my hand upon.....cheers!! that then is plan for 2010....get all the ole diaries into one place....n pore thru the ole pages...re-know what i had forgetten abt myself...sometimes get marvelled, sometimes bite the lips with more of magnanimous amusement...u know what i mean..:)... at the end...pick up 30-40 poems....which can be shared with others in the form of a book....n if there wont be such nos to boast of...then write some more....or beg/borrow/steal from others ...with due credits ofcos....infact i definitely want to hv 'Scar'...in my list..... here u go...my first 3.....u wd hv known by now, am always a bit lazy for edits....so am glad to let go the poems in their raw form....but ll certainly do the needful..or hv some dear friends do em...before i wd hv a collection formally...

It is the urge to quell the queerness of the ‘After Blenheim’ syndrome [do a google and read the poem guess what I mean – I hv coined this term especially for this piece] that has made me want to re-read a few books which I had enjoyed years back. Books, whose impact on me and their core message I could vividly remember. However, when I confronted my self with more probing questions - I found I was woefully short in citing anecdotes and plot to a degree of detail. That led to my re-reading two books which adored big all my life – ‘Siddhartha’ and ‘Animal Farm’ – another of my big favourites – ‘The Old Man And The Sea’ I will re-read shortly too ….Well lemme take another digression, from the main plot and make a ‘pithy’one-liner – the best stories are the ones pithy!! [?]. But then, lemme end the meanderings and return to the caption. Animal Farm’s re-read – this time threw up a new dimension of thought – as a re-read of any good book does. How often we humans change during our lifetim...

Well we all know – as of us who follow edu sector – that Mr. Sibal means business. He has a point of view – refreshingly. And he is keen to wear it on his sleeves. Any follower of Indian governance, would like it. Cos – it’s a welcome change from sloth and follow the herd mentality. I unequivocally admire him for that. However, – yeah, the ‘but’ had to butt in :) – lets ponder for a few minutes on Mr. Sibal’s pronouncements….. The scrapping of 10th board; uniform board exams and now scrapping deemed universities. We can have mindless [can I use this term here] debate on all these issues – people who relish participating in turncoat competitions would have field day, we can have countless arguments on either side of the case. However in this blog, I want myself to a short piece on Deemed Univs – I have max 30mins, before I need to move into another activity. I wanted to write on this topic, when I head about it yday – here it goes… As a part of our edu consulting [http://www.kalingasoft...

Its one of those quiet uncluttered Saturdays, When I 'indulge' myself amidst the office space Leaisurely browsing through the whos-who And purposefully ticking off the to-dos. Interspersed with illuminating thoughts to dote And googling distantly smiled quotes - to rote... Thats kind of summarisies the mood today - which started off with dutifullyclearing the mails, but then took off with one of Probal's mail sent in the very early hours of the day. [Probal is a bright young man straight - almost - out of campus.....certainly more classy and driven than what I was at his age] . That sparked off the race to the ole ole memory lane...the verse which eugolised which the both the boon and the bane of IT professionals [also all engg and b-school students in the country] - 'the night outs' to touch the finishing line just in time.. The search...with the wrong cluing, thankfully - took me through some delicious twists and turns into English literature and my own memory la...