The blogger's block...

What does it take to write a blog post ?
Internet connection and two hands to type.... and Ahem brain directing those hands, isn't it?
The last part is still not working and not able to dish out a post even after thinking hazaar times to write something. Probably I have nothing much say anymore or I have found other ways to went out my frustration ;-).
Yeah there is the husband to take all the crap coming from me and not even blink... which makes me bug him even more. Little brain you see.. it goes blank when it has to think about topics to write here. Gone are those days, when I used think of a whole blog post during my rides to-and-fro office, what a creative time that was!!! But these Pune roads won't let me think of anything else than curses. These bikers are worst in the world.
Talking of Pune, the is city still far from being being my home. I live and enjoy here alright... but I am still an outsider. Can't think of a single Puneri person I have befriended with or typical places I have frequented to. Still part of the band wagon flocking to fancy restaurants on weekends and minding only a small friends' circle. No I don't shop at Lakshmi Road/Tulashi Baug, hardly been to Camp/MG Road, don't eat at Vaishali/Rupali not even Janasewa and don't know where Parvati is... so not Punekar, isn't it?
I have been living next to FC for almost two years and never been to world famous "tekadi". Don't ask me for directions on Pune roads... though I can still tell you about Bangalore city bus routes :-).
And so my life goes on. The office-work and home-work have been keeping me busy...  Let's see when I get some interesting topic to talk about .... :-)

साठ साल के बुढे या साठ साल के जवान !

My country turns 60 today… or I should say the new age country turns 60. For country that has thousands of years of rich past, this is mere another chapter history. What makes this day special is that it represents our struggle for freedom, struggle to get our birth right. It is something that makes us make our head held high with pride.

I will not preach too much like I have already done here. There are so many blog posts, news paper articles, talk shows talking about what we did right and what we did wrong. To my surprise Google and even Orkut are celebrating Indian Independence day!

I celebrate by putting up flag in at my work place and on my blog too !

I am proud to be part this country. This subhashitam reflects my exact feelings… when Ram rejects the offer to be king of Lanka after defeating Ravan. He says

अपी स्वर्णमयी लन्का न मे लक्शमण रोचते ।
जननी जन्मभुमीश्च स्वर्गादपी गरीयसी ॥

“Laxaman, thought Lanka is made up of gold. I don’t like it. Motherland is greater than heaven for me”

A Thing about Silence

Do you ever feel like not talking at all? I mean you are sitting with bunch of people, everyone is talking, laughing and you just listen to all the sounds but don’t feel like saying anything. Or you want to get away to a silent place where there is no one but your thoughts to accompany you. I guess everyone feels like that once in a while. I know I do and I feel it all the time. There are many moments when I just want to listen or I want things to happen without saying anything. Like when I get up in the morning and get ready for office, I like to do things in silence. I hate if anyone breaks that early morning serenity. I guess I want to have those silent moments some more before I get out on the noisy roads. Believe me whenever I manage to have such mornings, my day goes absolutely perfect. I cannot bear too much of noise. It’s a wonder that I like rock music!

Its not that I am angry with people around me or with the world… I am just out of words. If I am with someone, I want the silence do the talking. Oh no… it’s not “naino se baate” and that kind of romantic stupidity. Sometimes it really bores me to mention each and everything explicitly in words. There are very few people with whom I can be comfortable in silence too. It is a funny thing actually; you don’t want to say a thing to the other person but you can’t be comfortable with everyone that way.

I guess I am not a person of words at least too much of words wasted in speech. I hate to sit in prolonged meeting discussing same thing again and again. After certain limit my mind switches off and goes off to a place far far away. I know this is not good; its not sign of a good professional, good team player… but that’s the way it is. You cannot make your mind function against its will, can you? I was not like this always. I was born a chatterbox. People from my neighborhood still remember how much I used bore them with my gibberish :-). But gradually it changed. My favorite childhood pastime was to watch kids play on the huge ground in front of my house. I could sit for hours doing that. These days my favorite place is my gallery. I like to watch the planes fly past. That is always my favorite part of the weekend.

Meditation experts suggest that silence purifies your soul. I donno if that applies to me. Most of the times I don’t even remember what I was thinking; thoughts just drift wide directions. Some people think that it is weird to be that way. Some think I am too proud to talk to people. I have tried to break that conception but I just don’t find the words.

Do you think it is really weird to be out of words?