here cometh the time to blog

everyone seems to be blogging.
is that why i want to blog ? nopes . i have this strong tendency to go retro from the direction that the crowd is going . so thats not the reason. anyway , let me make my tendencies a subject of another post.
back to why i thought of blogging , i am freeeeeeeeeeeeeee
so totally free that i need to just come to the office , drink coffee , have lunch , drink coffee again and then rush home . well ! somewhere in the middle , i stuff in a task called "check mails" .
moreover i always wanted to 'write' something.
now that i have time and have done the great thing of starting to put pen on paper (ePen on ePaper rather) , i guess words will flow .

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The Spinning Melody and the Gateway

Reading "The Proof of Heaven" by Dr. Eben Alexander is almost like experiencing the NDE that he went through, to really be at the hospital with him where his loved ones were holding his hand 24/7 while he was in a coma, to be with him while he went through the underground, the gateway and the core back and forth experiencing the bright light and the melodious songs and the angelic being, to be able to hear with the whole being without anyone talking, to be able to see without physical eyes, to not have a concept of time, to feel a divine presence and be overjoyed to the fullest. I wasn't feeling well over this long weekend. Couldn't go out because I didn't want to spread the flu around. Couldn't watch TV or browse the net since eyes were hurting. Couldn't sleep because, I'd start coughing the moment I was in bed. So though of reading a book that I'd wanted to read for a couple of months. A had finished reading and told me the gist, but I wanted...

The Other World

"Ankle deep, he waded through the bluebells. His spirit rose and exalted... as he breathed in the sun-drenched air. The glorious day was in its last decline. Long shadows lay on the sward... and from above the leaves dripped their shimmering drops of gold-green light. Moths and butterflies swarmed in merry hosts... flittering here, glimmering there. But, hush. Could that be a deer?" When we were searching for "Tess of d'Urbervilles" in the library memories rushed in, almost overwhelming me. Memories of school days when I would look at a bookshelf and see different worlds, when Hercule Poirot and Dirk Pitt and Sherlock Holmes loomed larger than life, when the reality of life was less real than those in books, when my sadness and happiness and mood changes did not depend on what happened in the life I was living but in the lives of characters that I was closely following, when even though the only place I had been to, other than Bangalore, that too occasionally...

Eater's dilemma

Just on the day when I made a curry in a hurry , forgot to put salt, worse, forgot to taste it, I got it to office and got to have lunch with a bunch of folks who believed in this ‘give-it-to-everyone, eat-from-everyone’ principle. A la potluck. Thank God I had the sense to taste it before offering. Once I realized it, I was in a catch 22 situation. How could I take theirs if I can’t offer ? But how could I stick out like a sore thumb without taking anything? Giving or not giving is equal embarrassment. Big deal! Took a bit of K’s pongal, N’s chatney, V’s idly. I didn’t offer mine. They didn’t ask. Did they feel offended? What the hell ! sach bolne se kya nuksaan? Me - “I’m becoming worse at cooking day-by-day. Forgot to put salt.” N - “So you were good before?” Me - “No. bad to worse” N – “Oh! It is 0(zero) to – (minus) whatever. haha” Everyone laughed. S – “Time for you to get married” Me – “What if she doesn’t know?” Laughter again. Now I wonder. Were they laughing at me? Here is a...

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