Archive for September, 2008

God’s Tea Time Joke

To a puerile fellow human being, my adventuret would have seemed rather trifling. But ofcourse me being me, happen to know that the smallest of things are the one where the greater force fails me. Maybe its just god’s tea time joke. The jest that he enjoys with his family and friends. And they all sit around and go “Look at that loser, wow, that was funny”. Ok before you all go scratching your head, it is important that I explain the situation that provided such great entertainment to the higher abode.

There I was, thinking “Oh my, I am jolly hungry, let me get me some thing to eat , for it is lunch”. So there I went sauntering, reaching the cafeteria, which in spite of its varied food display seemed just mediocre to me. Maybe because I could not eat almost anything there due to of course all the meat. I still in a very good mood went and got myself a pizza. I was looking all around for someone to ask me ofcourse in a very polite manner as to what i needed and then get me a pizza slice, wish me a good day. Boy! was i devastated when I found no one to do the honours and I had to find a plate myself and serve the food myself. Well if this was not insulting enough, I had a tough time figuring out how to get a “t0-go” box as they say here and to my shock dint seem to find one. Just when I thought it was probably the end of the world and that I was going to die of hunger or something, a gentleman showed me where a cover was available . I thanked him like you thank an angel who just granted your wish of getting a million dollars. Must have been quite surpised ,poor chap.

I took the cover, covered my plate of pizza , took a yogurt and happily walked ahead with happy thoughts of devouring them and have my stomach full. The next moment, just like how the angel turns in to a demon and converts all your one million in to a bunch of worthless trash and laughs at you, I tripped over and down went the pizza, down down down until it hit the ground of course. There lay my lunch all over the floor with well just enough people to fill an entire house looking at me as though I was the quintessential bungling, gawky unladylike person ever to have walked the earth. I had a good mind to tell them the show was over. But the the more immediate pressing needs of clearing up the mess in front me took precedance to any other mean thoughts.

I must say I tried my best to become as small as possible and cleared up the mess and moved as fast as I could. Maybe thats when God’s kid climbed up his lap and said, “Please dad, that was so funny can you so something more, please please” and looked up at him with puppy eyes that he could not say no. That is when a nice gentleman came up with the yogurt that I had dropped and gave me the yogurt. With my hands full with a wallet, the pizza slices, I tried to get the yogurt from him and in the attempt again ended up dropping the pizza . Not that it mattered now, because I was anyways carrying them to drop in the next trash can. But to have the same thing happen twice in front of the same people and the guy who came to help was altogether a different thing. It must have been a blast up above. The kid maybe kissed god because he had such a good time.

Realizing I could not be embarrassed more, I picked up the mess again and looked up to see the gentleman smiling. I just shrugged as though it was pretty much an everyday happening for me and that I was above and beyond such petty small embarrassments. All I did was look up and say “Come on, that was it, you are losing touch” . Cause for anyone who has been through this adventure, this one was a cakewalk!

What say!

P.S : I am planning to adopt Murphy as my religion.

The Before Life

Does anyone remember a life , an age where we did not have Google. An age when every information was not at the tip of your hands. An age when you did not run to the internet for everything. The before Life!

Well , I certainly do remember one such era, cause I spent a reasonable amount of time in that era. But what I absolutely cannot remember is what did I do at that time for information. I simply do not remember. I just draw a blank when I think about it.

Did I just not need the information or did I have other means to find out ? I just dont remember. For one we did not have assignments which needed so much outside information. It was all there in the textbook, learn the book, apply what you have learnt and solve the problems. And apart from homework, there was nothing that really needed the internet. There was no internet banking because people still went to banks for thier banking oeprations. There was no real email, even when email started it was more of a pride thing than anything else.

All I remember about the before life was using MS Paint and to draw pictures. It was just a source of entertainment then. Now I cannot imagine a day without my laptop. It has become the most essential thing. There is an obsession to check email like every second, as though a zillion mails come in a second. There is an insane need to have more scraps, more replies on the wall, more googling for information. It is almost like its a magic potion for continuing to live. Sometimes I think if its unicorn blood. If its causing us to lead a half life.

Technology has for a fact enriched life. Everything is easy today. Dont know a small fact, not to worry, there is google and Wiki to your help. Dont know the route to a place, dont worry , there is google maps. Do not know what the capital of Japan, again, who needs to study geography when there is Google around. It the last fact that scares me. The information outburst has almost made on apathetic to gaining knowledge. While there are a whole bunch of things that makes life so much easier , they also take away a certain very important thing . The need to possess knowledge.The pride of knowledge the small trivial things give us.

Written mails are almost vanishing now. how many of us write mails to our friends or parents? how many of us send postcards ? We dont cause its just too much effort compared to the other options we have. Try doing it once though, try sending a hand written mail and getting a response. It feels great. Somehow the easier and faster things are not the best things. By no means am I suggesting a freeze or a total take over of the online life. Like it or not, we are a part of the ever increasing online life, but if we could maybe have a balance of both, if we could give the small things a chance, it would not really be The Before Life.

To Erase not Not

He erased the line for the 5 th time and thought again of another fitting sentence. I looked at his notebook with patience. He needed time to figure out what he needs to say , the way he needs to say it. I was just supporting him with help if he felt he needed any. I could see the fingers twitching and shaking the pencil as though it was dancing to a tune in his head. My mind went to the eraser nearby and though how much fun it would be if they were all starring in a motion picture musical and dancing and talking to one another and in the process save the world . No, wait a minute that is pixar’s next movie.

I saw his hands moving slowly completing two words and the pencil touching his forehead, in deep thought obviously verifying if the words made sense and if he should continue with his sentence. I saw the tiny little pieces of paper that the eraser takes with it and the pieces flying away when she saw him blowing hard at them.

As much as a part of me wanted to help me complete the sentence, I held myself against it. It is his work, his thought. After waging a war with his mind, he finally seemed to have conquered it and finished his story for the creating writing competition that was an annual ritual in his school. This was his second year in participating.

His beautiful little 6 year old eyes looked at me as though looking for appreciation. I was fraught with pride with his essay , the richness of it. I looked at him and wanted to say ” It is the decisions that make you who you are son. Even if it is a sentence,a word,a letter. It is the swaying that defines you, the battles you fight to make a choice. No choice is easy. No battlefield is a cakewalk. Every fork in life leaves you with tough decisions to make. Every one of them is hard, and you write and erase your way through it. The harder you fight, a greater mark you leave. The mark tells you of the tough times you had making a decision. The mark makes you wonder what would have happened if you had not left a mark, if you had proceeded with the previous decision. something you will never know. Try not to leave a mark or tear a paper cause those might always come back to haunt you of the road you did not take.
There is nothing worse than wondering what could have been.

I spared him my thoughts and saved it for another 10 years and said
“That is a beautiful essay sweetheart. Go along now and play with your friends.”

P.S : My 50th Post. Yay :)