To office or the bull

I was on my way to office, to notice that there was a bull, seated with both two front legs were bleeding, obviously met with an accident in the morning. The creature was looking sad and hurt and a pail of water was next to him. Which it did not indicate in any way that it would have helped the creature at all. Lot of blood was on its body, and perhaps it was unable to move.
Well as all we being human with emotions running free, my colleagues who were in the office transport was giving their own assumption of the situation.

“some driver must have hit the poor thing…idiot does not even no how to driver..”

“these type of idiots should be punished…”

“Wonder who gave the license (driver’s) to them…”

“Must have happened in the morning… so then he ran away… selfish man…”

“ah did you notice the way a man was standing few feet away from the incident?...I think it’s he who have done it… did you notice the sly smile…IDIOT”


Well me being the observer was really amazed.

· How much we human pity the bull who was hurt?
· How some of us eat the flesh of it if the given incident is different?
· And how we assumed that a motor vehicle did made this creature to get hurt?
· How we tend to curse at people who we have not seen or heard of?
· And how much you get blamed for just standing there at a point of an incident?


And then let talk about me

I was not really in a hurry to work (I am one of the early comers :) ) yet I did not stop by and even tried to help the creature. But now I am blaming someone for criticizing the incident. And secondly lets say that I really got down and tried to help, what am I suppose to do? Who will I try to contact? And given the chance the owner of the bull was there? Will he welcome my help or will he feel hostile? Because he might feel that I am trying to own his bull. (its human nature not to trust another human, when it comes to your belongings)


All I know is there was a problem, I wanted to help but I did not. Just passed it and came back to my world of comforts. Am I human or what?

its true what they say, spend at least one day with a 7 year old and 70 year old.. wow life is so simple..

Well all started when she kept on staring at me… had to talk so. She had being watching my every move. However now I do not regret, because she taught me how nice and simple the life can be when you take each minute as it is and how you can make someone feel better by showing the things you like to do. Such energy and enthusiasm she showed to meet people greet people and talk with people. Recently am built in such a way that I like to get to know fellow human but after inquiring about that person I just loose interest in them. Just that I am too lazy to know how everyone is doing. Might have tried a feeble act on keeping the rapport with few of my friends but most of the time I like to shut up and listen to what other people say. Sad life? Or anthropologistic life? Or a life that does not actually have anything to say to anyone?

Well I am not fighting to understand why I turned to be someone like this. Guess it’s a phase that I am going through discovering” who I am”?

Back to the 7 year old. All we did was, playing some kids games. Reminded me of my childhood where I was the privilege one to ride on somebody’s back. And now she is the privileged one. Damn I was tired after all the running, skipping circling and hide and seek we did. But still I was HAPPY and young. Yes felt like a young girl who knew the beauty of life. Thank you little one…

Empirical proof of love – A Beautiful Mind

I watched A Beautiful Mind where the life story of John Nash, the Nobel Prize winner in Economics (1994) unfolds. Not going to give my view of the movie, yet want to share my fevorite scene

The following conversation if between John and Alicia Larde, when he wanted her to explain the love and commitment she had for him. Mind you he is a mathematician. The scene is acted by Russell Crowe (John Nash) and Jennifer Connelly (Alicia Larde)

Alicia: A proof? Verifiable data? Hmm mmm

Okay…

Well... How big is the universe?

John: Infinite

Alicia: How do you know?

John: I know because all the data indicate it

Alicia: But it hasn’t been proven yet?

John: No

Alicia: You haven’t seen it. How do you know for sure?

John: I don’t. I just believe it

Alicia: Mmm..

It’s the same with Love. I guess

Now, the part that you don’t know

Is it if I want to marry you?

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was touched by the scene

One day a friend of mine asked me what was it like to be in love? and i am still searching for the answer...

Today??? friday??? huh???

“Time flies...”Being hearing that on and off and the funny thing is we still spend it less of the real meaning of it... all of 2008 has being a year of killing time for me and apparently I have done so many things and none of them were my resolutions…
But I am not sad or unhappy about the year passed, cuz now I am much closer with my parents and kinda in peace with myself.
And the best part is I have become quite a mind reader so its kinda difficult for me to deal with people.. hahaha I know all are afraid of me, talk to me even and I sometimes purposely ignore the muscling gender…
Wellllll today is Friday… Was to meet up a friend and to go Christmas shopping… Though we have scanned all shops of Colombo still not satisfied for the fact that we have so much of time to kill… plan was cancelled and me still in office pretending to work when my boss insists on, me flying back to my nest.. “Come on man I love my job, I am soooo devoid of my life… please let me stay near my Oh-so-perzonal-computer and pretend to work my oh-so-brilliant-head-off.
Today is a Friday. My shopping spree was cancelled and sitting in front of Orlando Blooms and doing my thing (Okayyyyy its just the screen saver but still I can read him, yeah he like moi J ).
Ahhhh almost forgot.. It was Christmas deco timeeeee…. When I stepped into office (after a looong vacation sorta thing) found there were none…. So who stepped in… yeah me the oh-so-time-to-kill-doing-nothing me… the theme was “not spending your money due to Economics crises and still have the spirit” so we voluntarily got the day off and started cutting “recycled Envelopes” and made Christmas trees and hung them… (ahhh I am going to miss you guys, surprisingly but yeah I am)

Now all have gone home I am still at office finishing off my work and browsing through the net and felt like saying something…
Wanted to say how much I want to go out and go crazy at a day like this… but guess I am not that kinda person.. or may be I do not have friends and nobody likes me… oh may be I am so ugly that no guy likes me… or may be the economy is so s&^*5 that all the amusement arenas are closed since the cost cutting is taking over our lives that no credit cards are allowed and expenditure is more than the income… or may be its raining outside that and I can’t see oh hear it….or may be I am blind, deaf and dumb at the same time that I might as well not have a life..
But…..
ohhhhh who cares??? I kinda like my subtle moving life… and I am happy and happy… and I just let it go..
man I love Eric Clapton.. “Layla you got me off my feet…”

My guinea pig for experimental food

As a kid I played house
It was a house where I was the cook (oh no)
Most of the food was raw,
Days old and mom just throw.
But my income was low
Hand to use then so.

But being the good host
I always boast
How good my food was
Yet needed a guinea pig of cause.

Had one person looking at me
Saw the innocent eyes that gleam
“There you go. My own guinea pig”
I just fed him my master chef wonder dish.
With awe of wonder with trusting heart
He just ate it and wanted some more.

Mom just came by, saw my experiment
Gave a loud cry and rush him to the hospital
“A rotten tomato is not that bad
And I am quite sure that he should be glad”
To get a sister like me
Who consider him as a guinea pig
And what the heck
You owe that to me
Since you and my brother who was just three

A real life scenario. I am sorry malli. For what I have made you eat. And thank you for baring all my mischief. He actually was three and I was four J

Change....

I need a change
As I felt like I am trapped in a cage
I need a change
From all what I was engaged
I changed my room
Painted in pink and blue
Changed my cloth line
It was colourful and light
Changed my hair, changed my whole appearance
Changed my favourite TV channel
Changed what I read
Hoping to have a new vision

Yet, I felt down and sad
I felt so trapped inside
Sad sad I felt so bad
What changes to be done?
To all that I have

Waita’minute
What am I doing?
I have being changing the whole world
Isn’t it that I am to change my looking glass?
Now the world is better as I changed my inner self
And the world is much happier

How a Flower came in to Life

18th November 2008

19th November 2008

20th November 2008

21st November 2008

26th November 2008

Got/stole a flower bud from the reception lobby. Let it grow and watched the process each day. Then could not come to work for few days and saw the death of the flower. Life cycle of a flower. Not meaning to point anything about it. Just a mere incident in life. I guess the flower just had a good death. We all look for a good life to have a good death.(inspired by the book written by Ralston Saul - On Equilibrium, The Six qualities of the new humanism. Still half way through reading it)

Communicating via the MOBILE PHONE

I was working the whole day, and was really stressed out. My heart has stopped beating was annoyed with my own face that appeared on the monitor. That was it…. I needed a break. It was 5.45PM but still most of my colleagues were working. Guess it’s due to the fact that we say “Yes We Can” for every bucketful of “sunshine” comes in our way and then end us working till late
Urghhhhhh I forgot why I started writing this (and I keep on forgetting why I was born and who care when I forget what I was going to say), as I was saying earlier I was feeling really bored, stressed and annoyed, sad, contempt down and drowning in sea of unhappy thoughts a flash light just brighten my brain. I thought of paying a visit to my dear dear friends. And I must emphasis the fact that I can start chatting and there can never be an end. And if I am in correct mood you will barely get to talk at all.. (Ah dear friends please bare that with me… what to do I am being meJ). So I got up, started walking looking for a innocent victim to with my chatting ability. So I peeped into the nearest cubical. She was on a call (official!!!). So I went to the next, he was about to make a call, so I just passed him and came out from my division. Looked around and noticed how much we are capable of doing a “job done” only by talking over that phone (Yes the next department was busily speaking over that phone)
So came to different section on the floor, where my friend was busily texting someone at a rate. Didn’t want to disturb her. Then A loud noise shock me and was happy as this means I can finally join this group to have a chat. But when I by that place the site was not so heart pleasing at all, All of them was busily chatting away on the phone and guess what, they are using “call conferencing” to chat with a friend who was not there. OH GOD!!!
So what’s wrong with this world? Why are we hooked on to this small piece of equipment, can’t we see much this small gadget has dominated our lives.
Yes I was lonely again in a room filled with people. But at least I got something to think about and put down my “Me Thinks” like this. At the first stage of human evolution we used to communicate by signaling and sound. Like waving the hand, grunting, growling and so on. So gradually this turned in to sounds with some meanings forming letters to words and thereafter a whole sentence that was consisted with correct spelling Grammar and meanings for us to understand each other correctly. Also writing ability came in to the picture hence we wrote down what we feel and/or things we should remind ourselves. As the human nature was to reach more than what we have, we stared to reach out of our reach. So snail mail was introduced (Now its snail mail but it was the fastest and assured way of travelling news) Print media also was a hit. And somewhere down the line a wonderful phenomena, transmitting by waves was discovered. The radio was found. But all who loves that voice wanted to see them for real. So the television was introduced to us. Also during the same period with radio signaling Mr. Graham bell (the accuracy of that in not guaranteed by me as I have seeing it is rather doubtful) found the telephone. So all of these discoveries, invention one of us wanted to communicate “wireless”, hence the mobile phone was born. From a device that managed to kill-someone-with, now we have mobile phones that can be mistaken to a match box. The wonderful divine gift to the human sometimes makes us forget that we are human. This is not done directly but with the entire C%^* like globalization syndrome that many of us are facing the mobile phone plays a big part of it. First we stared chatting over the 2G technology and the text messaging(Short Message Service) was introduced making us and addictive generation (I was, but thank GOD I do not find it interesting anymore). General Packet Radio Service introduced, and the mobile communication synchronized with the internet. Now we are in the period of video calling where in simple terms 3G and/or3.5G. This is specifically used at corporate premises to hold meeting and so on.
Likewise data is transmitted and communicating through technology is occurred every corner at a rate. But have we all forgotten how it was before all this. We actually have forgotten to say HI to some of our friends. Sometimes simply because we are busy or since so many methods to communicate are available that we take it for granted. The simple keeping in touch is taking a new level of minding-your-own-business or leave-me-alone phase. Lovers do not write letters filled with their love and feelings. Those Romantic letters was exchanged only between our grandparents??? Parents are not advising their children on how to face life. Mr. Jawaharlal Nehru wrote letter of Life to his daughter Indira Ghandhi on how the man evolve and how he overcome obstacles. These letters are still inspiring those who want to have a new insight to life.
My questions are
What will happen to us?
What are we going to give the generation that comes henceforth?
Will they blame us or become more inhuman than we are?

Don’t worry be happy is what we can do for the time being. Well I must conclude now as I am getting a call to my mobile. Finally somebody REMEMBERS me !!!

SunRay

She was walking down the street
With flowers in her hand
They were pretty and fresh and nice
She had them picked when it was sunshine

The SUN had its own plan, hot and warm
Sent his rays so fast and sharp
Her lovely flowers bent with his harmful flicker
They faded and didn’t look pretty, and she was unhappy

“What good these flowers are for me All faded an dead?”
She just threw it away and walked away from them
Flowers were pretty. Flowers were fresh
But now they lay a miserable death.

Sometimes in life we throw away the most beautiful just because someone else harmed it. and We could have just protected it from happening

Think out of the box

The original was,
Think out of the box
But all I want to do was
To think the shape of the box
So why not for a change…
Think out of a “ball”?
And go round and round
Think out of a “cone”?
And go round and up
Or think out of “something”?
And have no limits and boundaries
Just think free
Not the shape of the box.

Procrastination – Work life

I sat and I thought
I will finish today
Cuz I was not there
To finish em anyway

I thought and I thought
Argued with myself
“What is important?”
“What should be prioritized?”

Coloured them in red
Those of importance and already late
Coloured them in green
What are good to GO!!!
Yellow, blue and pink
Sure gave the ART a kick
Black purple and maroon
Some colours I used

Today is the day
Yes end to my “pro-cras-tic” work style
Today I will finished them all
And feel high five

It looks so lovely with all colours and shades
I was proud of myself
So I stared and stared
Till my heart content

But alas then I checked the time
Its’ 5 o’clock, yup 5 o’clock
Its time to go, or I will miss the bus

Procrastination! Procrastination!! O Procrastination!!!
What about ending procrastination?

Well at least I thought
To end it today
And I am satisfied
Cuz I will end it ANOTHER DAY!!!

Journey

We pass
The cows the goats the meadows the house the road the sea
We pass so much that nothing is thee
When will the journey end
When are we free
I want to sleep now
So I can be me

Left - Mumbai somewhere

Right - Somewhere on the way to Colombo from Kandy

What happens to our dreams? - A note

As children we dream
The impossible things that we dream
They come true in our imagination
We make it happen in our imagination
But when as it about to happen
We grow up and gain an education.
And what does this education tells us?
Stop dreaming start looking at the reality
And this education is something told by someone
But What if we didn’t listen
What was said to us?
We would still be dreaming
And make those dreams come true
Hence we will be happy for ever.

Dream

Build a nest
Build a dream
Till it break Into three
Build the nest again
Build the dream again
Never give up
As life is filled with more dreams
There are no limits
No boundaries
All we have is to
Dream an endless dream

Raindrop

I am a raindrop falling down from sky

I felt so high and my thoughts fly by

I felt so cool calm and nice

Falling so high I feel so right

But wait. Why was I born?

Is it only to fall rest of my life?

Aren’t I of any use?

Am I just a raindrop?

So small and insignificant.

So fragile and meaningless

NO time to think now I was already falling

So I closed my eyes, and felt myself hit on the ground.

And open my eyes, saw the world smiling with life

Hence I knew my life purpose

I am a little raindrop giving life and happiness