tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74455188498160302502024-03-13T10:20:38.911-07:00Small Joys UnlimitedIts a cruel, bitter world, with very less joy- or so it seems. This is my way of making you smile, inspite of everything, and feel good, even if it's for a minute.Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.comBlogger213125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-52119973425208014372019-04-15T21:32:00.000-07:002019-04-16T21:02:31.744-07:00Elongated Musk<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /></div>
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<span class="s1">Mr. Elongated Musk, as former fanboy,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I now think your lore is greater than your tusk</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I wonder if you'll change</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">your point of view</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">if you realise</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">we're just primates</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">who happen to wear clothes</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">on our way to the pearly gates</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I don't know why</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Silicon Valley is gaga</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">about sending a Tesla</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">into space. Ha ha.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">What a waste of talent,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Mr. Elongated Musk</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">You could perhaps</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">with that king sized brain</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">literally train</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">so many people to change</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">their own lives and the world's pain</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">But you build a driverless car</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and go too far</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and even if you do</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">go to Mars</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">do take a breath and pause</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">perhaps ask</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">what's the cause?</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">You might say its to ensure humanity's safety</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">from polluting you and me</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">A Plan B</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">after destroying Planet E</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Is that really clever, Mr. Musk</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">or do you know something more</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">than all of us?</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I used to like you,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Mr. Elongated Musk</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">until I saw that intelligence</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and courage and heart</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Live in separate worlds.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">And while the fanboys will vehemently</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">shout down a naysayer like me</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I want to like you again, Elon</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Please come down to earth again</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Let's rebuild what we have and gain.</span></div>
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Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-30792145958209993522019-04-10T00:00:00.000-07:002019-04-16T22:33:13.355-07:00The Scientific Method<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="s1">One day,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">The Scientist and the Philosopher</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">met at a bar<br />
(if you think this is a joke,<br />
you're going too far)</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">The topic at hand was not Atheism or God</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Nor was it about religion</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">It was, quite surprisingly,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">their failure with money and women</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I believe in the Scientific method,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">said the Philosopher bitterly</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">but look where its got me</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">he said accusingly</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I'm stuck in my head</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">sleep alone in my bed</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">All my deep ideas</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">remain pleas</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">for someone to notice me</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and that happens very infrequently..</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I believe in the Joy of Discovery,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">said the Scientist</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and I'm sure you'll get the gist</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">when I report that</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">he told the other guy</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">his pending patent</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">had made someone else richer</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and gave him a nice ulcer.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Just then the barkeep came to them</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">what'll it be then</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">"Gin for his depression</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and rum for my frustration"</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">said the Science man</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">"and keep separate tabs"</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">said the mournful Philosopher</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Just as his sad eyes spotted her</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Across the room</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">"The witch forgot her broom"</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">said he</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">TheScientist who had</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">also been rejected by her</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">nodded sagely</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">As they downed their joint account</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">of depression and frustration,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">the Philosopher said</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">"I'm getting out of here</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Take a contemplative walk</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">In the city"</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">The Scientist waited till he left</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Got out his notes from his phone</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">studied them for a while</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">made a new entry: Attempt 7</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">as he carried out his new experiment</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">to get to heaven.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">He approached her, with a non stalker smile</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">said its been quite a while</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">that you last rejected me</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">after which</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I've got half a promotion</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and a citation</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">for my almost exemplary work</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">will that work</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">for you to have a drink with me?</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Results of the latest experiment</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">are still awaited</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Although early signs seem promising</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">She had a drink and let him sing</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">his song of courtship to her</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and had left the bar with him..</span></div>
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Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-79668138496172724232019-04-03T19:41:00.001-07:002019-04-16T22:35:53.112-07:00April's Voting Fools<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="s1">Left, Right, Left, Right</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">All my friends on Facebook</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">think of democracy</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">with all their might</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Left= Bad</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Right=Wrong,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Everyone's election game</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Right on song</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Up, Down, Down, Up</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">We all wait</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">for The market and the elevator</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">to create their storm</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">In a teacup</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">People perfectly reasonable</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">a few months ago</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">unrecognisable</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">with the new logo</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">they sport</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">as they court</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">a date on the calendar</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">when they'll vote.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Where they'll be vindicated</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">or not</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">After which whether they'll have angst</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">or not</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">for the next five years</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">is yet unclear</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">And while there won't be</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">any tears</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">they'll be outrage</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">as people in a cage</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">argue about freedom</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">with all their wisdom.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Please do vote, of course, whatever your gripe</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">or forever smoke the peace pipe.</span></div>
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Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-21234836357483674102019-03-24T21:26:00.003-07:002019-04-16T22:37:43.279-07:00The Closet Optimist<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br /></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Every time I see a spark</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">of hope in me</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I feel crushed.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br />
Nope.<br />
I will not have this beautiful feeling<br />
of both unease and joy<br />
Dictate my life<br />
only to have me reeling<br />
At the last moment,<br />
As clouds of doubt seeded<br />
From both skeptic and cynic<br />
Makes me wonder-<br />
is this still worth it?</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">The startup that wasn't supported</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">The project that wasn't funded</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">The relationship that never got the right chance</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">The health that did a deadly dance</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">All seemingly bright and beautiful</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">at first glance?</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">My reluctance as an optimist</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Perhaps is a silent tribute</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">to all those left in the mist</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">With A Bewildered face</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and an Angry Fist</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">That's shaking at the world</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">as they get hurled.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Many of us, then,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">The other garden variety of dreamers</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">The closet optimists</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">We won't get taken to the cleaners.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">We believe in the goodness of a thing</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">As we wait for the rest of the damn world</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">To get the right neurons firing</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">But hope we won't</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Although</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Dreaming we can't avoid</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">We accept the non acceptance</span></div>
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<span class="s1">with equanimity if not poise.</span></div>
<br />
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Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-84740299616699825292019-03-21T05:03:00.001-07:002019-04-16T22:39:54.673-07:00Poem for poets who wrote a poem on #poetryday <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Good lord,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">We have a poetry day too</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">And if my dog made some poo..</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br />
We'll toast that moment hard<br />
I'm sure you have a clue<br />
where I'm going with this?<br />
I'd give this day a miss<br />
( with apologies to all<br />
who wrote good stuff today:<br />
this is still a diss)</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Relax, sir. Relax, Ma'am.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Just a meaningless rant</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">on the strange creation</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">of super meaningful days</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">that could wither away with</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">a deep gaze</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">At them, but still</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">We simply need the memes</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Need that gate-pass</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Need that permission slip</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Can't celebrate life</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">without themes.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">And here I am,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">as I contribute to the banal</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">As if I'd rather have a root canal</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">(now that's trite, but just out of spite)</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Smirking from my pulpit</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">at the monkey tribe below</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">not knowing</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">that the tribe below</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">is the schizophrenic version</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">of my own reflection.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Happy Poetry day, then, everyone.</span></div>
<br /></div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-78763582982882198872019-03-13T20:49:00.000-07:002019-04-16T22:43:27.740-07:00Story <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">What's your Story</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">today, as you stir</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">What'll make you blur<br />
the bad tidings<br />
Face the music<br />
of another day?</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Better make your tale</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">strong and true</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Lord of your manor, are you</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">or the hapless victim</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">of a crime</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Playing a bit role</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">An Extra</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">in your own life?</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Whatever it is</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">sure your story has layers untold</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">And plays out in technicolor</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">(well, at least in silver and gold)</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Oh wait. I forgot. Today,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">you got up on the wrong side</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and found no story</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">that kicked in</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Fear crawled up your skin</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Without that soothing balm</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">without that justification</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">How will you ever</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">take any action?</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">With nothing at all in your damn head</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">you climb down the stairs</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">You look at others in despair</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">You find no real people</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">just ghosts with stories</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">with their angst and their glories</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Just walking around, doing this and that</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">But when you talk to them</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">it comes out pat</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">My life. My relationship.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">My money. My bad hip.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">So interesting, so tiresome</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">for sure there's no outcome</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">For a person without a story</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">is a story without a person</span></div>
<br /></div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-67777209072548045012019-03-08T20:49:00.002-08:002019-04-16T22:44:52.242-07:00Outsourced<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Ive outsourced</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">my heart, my mind, my memory,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">my life<br />
I'm in too deep<br />
my smartphone's<br />
got me by the jewels</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I've outsourced</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">my past, my future</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">my present's sutured</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">up by a distant cloud</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">apparently there's an app for this</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and there's an app for every that.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I've outsourced</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">my skill, my motivation,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">my drive</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I'm a happy little piggy</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">on Netflix and Prime</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I've outsourced</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">every possible way I exist</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and yet I do?</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Must be something like love</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">that I can't outdo.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Maybe there's reluctant Hope</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">that I can't outsource too</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">And maybe Dreams</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">although getting someone to work</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">on my plans will do</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Perhaps all the outsourcing</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Finally helps me and you</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Find a moment that's true</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and use currency that's real</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">About time too?</span></div>
<br /></div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-39050012877030112542019-03-01T04:00:00.000-08:002019-04-16T22:46:31.484-07:00Errorism<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">To err is to sin</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">And to sin is to miss the mark.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Mark these words:</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Easy to say</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Tough to live by.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">For any Errorist.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">He'll give it his best</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Whatever cause he's fighting for</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">(and mostly it's a him. Give it a rest)</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Guess the Errorist must realise</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">that it's a short life</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and a long knife</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">won't give it any more meaning.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Not stunning as a realisation</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">People are saying these things</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">on every TV station.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Me, with no skin in this game</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">You, I don't know how much flesh</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">We've both not given much</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">to any cause we celebrate</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Perhaps the Errorist</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">missed his mark</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Ironically, when he ensured that</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">he nailed his target and made it flat</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">He made people like us angry</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">confused, out of their comfort zone</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">We looked for meaning and found none</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Embittered, but without teeth,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">We snap and growl with every sound byte</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">We give pompous advice</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and sound real nice</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">when we make wise statements</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">about strategy and choice</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Tomorrow,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">it will be the Kardashians.</span></div>
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<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">And we'll be the Errorists.</span></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-47144552579772456232019-02-27T04:21:00.000-08:002019-04-16T22:48:57.252-07:00The Workout<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Dawn- hustle, bustle, begin the tussle</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Sleep deprived; not worth the hassle?</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Au Contraire.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Every effort at the local gym<br />
makes my heart ready and my body limp<br />
with fatigue. Good fatigue,<br />
one might say<br />
( though this is not really going the six pack way)</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Fatigue that puts air conditioning in my head</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">for the day's heat ahead</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Drowning out anguish,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">kicking anxiety's butt</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Slapping self pity's creep</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Letting me breathe</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Breathe in, go slow</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Breathe out, there's the effort</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Sometimes, it doesn't hurt as much</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">sometimes, a bit too much</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Doesn't matter</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Its not the body I'm healing</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">It's all in the head</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Hustle, bustle, begin the tussle</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">here we go again</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">The secret I'm beginning to get:</span></div>
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<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">The pain's really the gain.</span></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-68515821074979758192019-02-23T21:33:00.002-08:002019-04-16T22:51:59.783-07:00Sobriety<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Morning:</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">It was a meek, milky</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">blue sky<br />
calling out<br />
to say hi.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br />
Hmm. So so long,<br />
its been<br />
that I saw a streak of white<br />
race across my sight</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">It was passing jet fuel</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">posing as cloud</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Look at me,</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">it screamed aloud</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I'm going, I'm going</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and you ain't with me</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I figured that</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">It must've been some big journey</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">that a past self had been on</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Well, the jet's gone and so has that man.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Noon:</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Thought to myself</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">If it was a Jet</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and I didn't see it</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Maybe the sky was better</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">without it?</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Sour Grapes always taste better</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">when they aren't w(h)ine.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Jets without traces</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Leave no trace of crime</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Evening:</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">The thought moved me and my day</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">along with it</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">till it became quiet night</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">I looked up for my next no- surprise.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">(The city's bright glow</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">tends to overflow</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and filters out factors</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">like stars and other non-actors)</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Night:</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Dust settled,the stars came on</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">with feeble might</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">wasn't even a fight</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">with attractive streets</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and other pretty sights</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">But memory took over</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and maybe closer</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">to things still sore.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Of course, it felt much more</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">As i replaced the sky I was seeing</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">With the sky I'd seen before</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1"><br /></span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">Mesmerised, I wondered</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">If this is what it is to be sober</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">Then I'd go beyond October(!)</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">and look at newer things</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">with older eyes</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">and older things</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">with younger guise.</span></div>
<div class="p1">
<span class="s1">to be (hopefully) continued...</span></div>
<br /></div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-12745135255465579632017-04-07T04:46:00.000-07:002017-04-07T04:46:33.358-07:00The Joy of Boredom<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Bring me my old self<br />
And some ice-cream, cool drinks and a comic book or two.<br />
Ok wait don't;<br />
The law of diminishing returns<br />
has ensured<br />
That the ice-cream is blah.<br />
The lemonade is not worth it<br />
The comics are banal.<br />
<br />
Bring me my old self<br />
That was very sorted.<br />
When all I needed was a day's worth of plans and dreams<br />
and the delicious feeling of doing nothing about them.<br />
And feeling better for it.<br />
<br />
Bring me my old self<br />
That will talk to my new one<br />
And make him listen.<br />
Listen to the music.<br />
Of cigarettes smoked staring at the night sky<br />
Of fences climbed to get rid of messes<br />
Of motorcycle rides that suddenly got cold<br />
Of stolen times when the heart got bold.<br />
<br />
Bring me my old self<br />
get him to slow down enough<br />
To get bored and restless<br />
and see the depth in its dullness.<br />
<br />
Bring me my old self<br />
I'll introduce him to my mid life madness<br />
He'll get a kick out of it<br />
and laugh. Of course, with a tinge of sadness.<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-13012612046902085142016-04-14T04:33:00.000-07:002016-04-14T04:33:52.144-07:00Binge Watching<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Airplane rides, from Pune to London: not good for extra long legs. So I've decided to forget about trying to desperately adjust every other moment, sit ramrod straight and watch them movies all the way through (forgetting sleep). Yes, you see a lot of rubbish. But then you get a movie that does the magic for you.<br />
<br />
This time: The Revenant (ok-doke) Black Mass (overhyped) Irrational Man (creepy but compelling), Burn after Reading ( weirdly funny in parts- John Malkowich going batty over a moronic Brad Pitt trying to blackmail him)<br />
<br />
But the magic happened to me with The Big Short. Never thought I'd see a film about the subprime mortgage crisis without falling asleep, but wow. Taut, funny and compelling. Superb performances from Ryan Gosling, Brad Pitt, a couple of other younger actors I don't know the names of, Steve Carell (very good). And the compelling Christian Bale. Throw in TV chef Anthony Bourdain to explain what a financial technical term is, and you know the movie is kind of special.<br />
<br />
Just for a bit, all that flying discomfort was forgotten. Or maybe it was the drinks kicking in, finally.</div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-45606808977532225032014-03-22T01:08:00.000-07:002014-03-22T01:08:21.131-07:00An Ordinary Life<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've heard and am tired of the statement "live your life as if its your last day". Frankly, if it was indeed my last day, I'd be too worried to enjoy anything. My younger daughter gave me a different spin on this one a few weeks back. It was deep. I'm just beginning to understand how deep it really was.<br />
<br />
She told me, in the way kids too, that she's fed up of this whole make your life enchanting and extraordinary business (she's ten!) If it was indeed her last day, she would live it like an ordinary day. Because ordinary days are what anyone will actually miss when they are gone. Mind you- not the bad ones. Just plain ol' normal.<br />
<br />
That's so true. I will miss the mundane, the boring, the staid, the in-between. I will miss the newspaper and the coffee. The wait for the bus. The walk home from work. The mildly funny tv program. The quick conversation with a friend.That's what fills most of our days in any case.<br />
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Ordinary days make special days stand out. When you go on that wonderful holiday, or when you get that raise, or your kid does her homework on time.<br />
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Dear God: Make my last day an ordinary one. I will cherish that.</div>
Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-56913697209357467992014-02-11T09:53:00.003-08:002014-02-11T10:41:56.266-08:00The Pot of Gold<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The crazy, rainy, windy, sometimes sunny (but never warm) days bring forth loads of rainbows. As I saw a particularly stunning specimen today, I remembered the pot of gold thats at the end of it all.<br />
Rainbows are a horizon phenomenon, meaning that you can never experience yourself under one directly. You can look, but thats all.<br />
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A crazy thought went through my head then. Perhaps I'm standing under a rainbow as well, right now, not knowing it, and someone else is seeing this rainbow at their horizon. We are all standing under rainbows, not knowing it.<br />
It's as if we have the pot of gold and its invisible to us. Whoa. The metaphysics of it made my mind stop for a while, as I drank in the promise of the rainbow that I saw in front of me, at a distant edge, and the fulfilment of an imagined one, over my head.<br />
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I think I need a drink or three to sober up.<br />
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Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-7257763278746177082014-02-10T09:49:00.001-08:002014-02-10T09:50:12.686-08:00Always take the Weather with You!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So when did we all start complaining about the weather? In London, everyone complains- probably a conversation starter more than real moaning. But hey, in Pune, they complain even more. I wish I can take all the wonderful people in Pune complaining about the weather for a week in London right now.<br />
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But let me stop complaining about people complaining about the weather. That's no better. What I wanted to share today was the way in which kids are oblivious to the same climate. I picked the brats today after school and we decided to brave it in a park to read a book and have a sandwich before going home. Here I was, feeling that sheer nip in the air and the kids were just interested in the nearby geese or the book I was reading them.<br />
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Perhaps we lose the internal heating system when we grow up. Or perhaps we lose the ability to have fun no matter what the minor inconveniences in life are!<br />
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Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-49778894864620869662012-02-01T22:28:00.000-08:002012-02-01T22:47:21.910-08:00StumblingJust finished Daniel Gilbert's "Stumbling on Happiness" and I'm madly recommending this book to anyone who's literate. Why? Well, cause I found out, much to my own dismay, that perhaps I don't really know what makes me truly happy. Very liberating.<br /><br />Actually, the whole thing started when I read a book called "The War of the Worldviews" ( a very good book in its own right), where a scientist and a philosopher duke it out about life and stuff.<br />Funny, both guys used Stumbling on Happiness as a reference point, and I got intrigued enough to read that book first... has anything like this happened to you? You go into a bookstore, say, wanting a particular tome, and come back out with something else in your hand. Switch on the TV wanting to see your favorite show, and get stuck someplace else. Head out to meet someone, and end up yakking with someone you meet on the way.<br /><br />Stumbling through life, one of life's misunderstood small joys.Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-30968896001802413762011-07-22T03:59:00.000-07:002011-07-22T04:13:29.315-07:00Bokuju's Revenge<div><br /></div><div>Bokuju- my cat, or so I'm told,</div><div><br /></div><div>Makes a play ever so bold,</div><div><br /></div><div>Stretches and observes the rain outside swirl,</div><div><br /></div><div> and sticks his tongue to the dogs of the world.</div><div><br /></div><div> He looks around a bit, circles himself twice</div><div><br /></div><div>Admires his tail and shuts his eyes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dogs and Men looking at him</div><div><br /></div><div>Wonder what they did wrong</div><div><br /></div><div>to toil and spin</div><div><br /></div><div>When they can curl up better than he</div><div><br /></div><div>with tea and a book or three.</div><div><br /></div><div>Bokuju opens one eye in repose</div><div><br /></div><div>and mocks the one life that we fast close.</div><div><br /></div><div>"I've got nine, all mine</div><div> to live this divine."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-40766148998367228092011-07-18T20:28:00.000-07:002011-07-18T20:34:31.250-07:00Hello, Goodbye<div><br /></div><div>Damn. Swagat's shutting down, and it makes a BBC (Bevda Brahmin Club) member weep. They are taking the building down, and of course a new apartment block coming up wouldn't want a rabble rousing establishment down below (Ek taraf mera ghar aur neeche Maikada anyone!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyhoo. So us roisterers decided to say goodbye to swagat, and it continued to live up to its billing. Not the impeccable service or delectable food; or the regulars; or the slightly swaying gentleman in the corner going out to take a call.... it was the sheer unpredictable nature of the joint that made one sit up and take notice.</div><div><br /></div><div>This time, a local goon type had got a rottweiler in. A dog! Huge beast, reminded me of the Baskerville Hound if anything... he sat quietly while goono finished his tipple.</div><div><br /></div><div>Swagat welcomes everyone, I guess. But not for long.</div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-78058469035624877702011-01-17T00:39:00.000-08:002011-01-17T01:01:01.900-08:00The Other Side of the Fence<div><br /></div><div>This weekend, I happened to be on the other side of the fence- a spectator- for a local 20-20 cricket match my friends were playing in. Deccan Gymkhana gleamed in the winter sunlight. In the pavilion, the atmosphere was cool, pleasant, almost sleepy at times. Not all times, though. Players shouted encouragement, a few whistles were heard here and there, and the action on the ground was engaging. Twenty-twenty; so a lot of sixers and fours.</div><div><br /></div><div>I realised that I used to do this fool thing a few years back. I could see the underlying tension then, the knot in the stomach when a wicket fell in the dressing room; the confabulations between the captain and some senior players;the silly superstitions coming out in full force and the hip hip hurrays when the game was won. The crazy thirst that happens to only a cricketer when water is a luxury which people outside just don't get. (why should they ask for drinks all the time? :))</div><div><br /></div><div>I also realised that cricket was so enjoyable as a spectator sport, on the ground. There is something strangely calming about the game; something you don't see on TV.</div><div><br /></div><div>From the other side of the fence, cricket is chess played on a green.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-75966896035637013992010-12-23T23:06:00.000-08:002010-12-23T23:14:17.736-08:00Blue Skying<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04i7rmfygZc/TRRHSDBPKII/AAAAAAAAAEw/SbEykzLXZGY/s1600/IMG00015-20101207-1800.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_04i7rmfygZc/TRRHSDBPKII/AAAAAAAAAEw/SbEykzLXZGY/s320/IMG00015-20101207-1800.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554142615828375682" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>I was wondering what the new year had in store </div><div>Blue skying </div><div>Full of possibilities, and some fears to keep score</div><div>Blue skying</div><div>and then I came across this wonderful gift and clue:</div><div><a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/jill_bolte_taylor_s_powerful_stroke_of_insight.html">http://www.ted.com/talks/jill_bolte_taylor_s_powerful_stroke_of_insight.html</a></div><div><br /></div><div>as I continue blue skying. Goodbye, 2010.</div><div> </div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-69344029713187860252010-12-14T22:11:00.000-08:002010-12-14T22:24:53.466-08:00New Wine in an Old Bottle<div><br /></div><div> I recently visited the Alma Mater ( <a href="http://www.mica-india.net/">http://www.mica-india.net/</a>). I was a key note speaker at their leadership summit, and boy, was the trip was one of a kind.</div><div><br /></div><div>On my journey back to reality, replete with the wonderful experiences, I wondered what it was that was so wonderful. </div><div><br /></div><div>Was it nostalgia? Nah. The place has changed so much that it is unrecognizable. Was it the heady experience of the speech? Nah. More likely, I was humbled by all the other guys who were speaking alongside me. Was it meeting interesting people who I'd love to connect with more in my life? Maybe... while that's true, it ain't the complete truth.</div><div><br /></div><div>So was it me being plain pampered then, by the alumni team? Yep. There it is. This wonderful, young, bunch of students made my stay memorable. They took really good care of me, and made me feel respected and not old (that's a fine trick, that is). From getting me a cuppa in the morning, to arranging various things with glee- and making sure that I enjoy the ride as much as them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks you guys. New People in an Old Memory. Cheers!</div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-34415976130391714212010-12-07T20:48:00.000-08:002010-12-07T21:05:43.419-08:00It's the Song, not the Shower!<div><br /></div><div> Just today, in the shower- have no idea why but I started singing an old old song without realising I'm singing.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now we all love bathroom singing, don't we- but sometimes the choice of song is also a very good indicator of your current mood (ephemeral though it may be!). Sometimes, its a love ballad, while one pretends to be Axl Rose, sometimes it is "I wanna be a rock star".... you may be singing ghazals but you get da point, doncha. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I was singing this nonsensical song (Hum jo hai jo do aur do paanch bana de) which was from a slapsticky Amitabh film. I hadn't sung it in years, and whoops, there it was, transporting me back to singing the same song, swinging a school bag walking back from school, sun on my back, back to play with my best friend and terrorize some pets.</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you have a song that connects you to that happy go lucky child within? Sing it now then- don't wait for that inspiring shower.</div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-54103917911572032322010-11-14T21:59:00.000-08:002010-11-14T22:39:43.933-08:00The Jerk in all of Us<div><br /></div><div>All of us have a hidden jerk lurking about within. A nasty moody person who's surly and crap to be with. Unfortunately, this ba.....d is the same guy who can be more daring, creative and impact- creating than the rest of our personality.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now I'm not for a moment advocating that we let this jerk rule who we are completely, but don't we need to find a balance between different parts of who we are and accept them? Even the jerk inside us. </div><div><br /></div><div>That's what the "Social Network" did to me: it showed me how different personalities and value systems play out when confronted with an idea. A mind blowing film, it makes you think about so many things: loyalty, differing value systems, an inventor's mind, a supporter's mind- and what it really takes to make an impact on the world. Without really delving into the film and being spoiler, I'd like to recommend it for the absolutely absorbing watch that it is. I love the treatment: there is no right or wrong.</div><div><br /></div><div> It just is.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-40504617056072093512010-11-09T21:14:00.000-08:002010-11-10T01:30:09.694-08:00Radical Residue<div><br /></div><div>I have recently read, re- read and started actively using a "gem of a book" called Radical Honesty. My favourite professor recommended it, and after I read it, he told me to re-read it. He was right. </div><div><br /></div><div>This book changes your life, and I wish I'd written it. There. Said it. Biggest compliment a writer can pay to another one. Not that the author Brad Blanton needs my compliments. In fact, he'd probably cuss me out in case he reads this blog. He's that kind of guy and yeah, this is that kind of book. You either hate him or love him. I ended up hating him and loving his book (happens!)</div><div><br /></div><div>This book is raw. Needs polishing and editing. But I wouldn't change anything in it. Not everyone's cup of tea though- honesty is a bitter poison to begin with. So I know that most of y'all won't read it. So I thought I'd leave you with the main residue that I had when I finished the book:</div><div><br /></div><div>Whenever there is a choice to be made in life, ditch the principle and go for the truth. Always.</div><div>(You may have a different residue if you brave the book. That's the beauty!)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7445518849816030250.post-61986314965524690982010-11-02T22:49:00.000-07:002010-11-02T23:33:37.144-07:00Nature's Fireworks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04i7rmfygZc/TND8sSvNS4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/EiL33HVLEL4/s1600/IMG00059-20100830-0947.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_04i7rmfygZc/TND8sSvNS4I/AAAAAAAAAEk/EiL33HVLEL4/s400/IMG00059-20100830-0947.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535201779912625026" /></a><br /><div>This Diwali, I will also look towards nature to supply me the fireworks. I thought the snap above signifies just that: paying attention to our surrounds while we celebrate Diwali may be the way ahead for all of us. Don't these flowers light up your Diwali as much as the lamp in the middle does?</div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe celebration doesn't always have to be at a cost. Both can co-exist, balance each other out. We don't need to take an extreme position.</div><div><br /></div><div> A Happy Diwali, everyone!</div>Siddharthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12591481028556955407noreply@blogger.com1