For One More Day

I recently read this latest novel by Mitch Albom, of Tuesdays with Morrie fame. Its called For one more day. I simply loved it. Its an amazingly written fable of love- not in the way u generally come across but something which is the purest and the most selfless. Mother's love. The novel did succeed in making me shed a few tears and at the same time, feel nice about the entire concept. In fact, when I had read the review of the novel being more mushy than Erich Segal's Love Story, I did have my own expectations. Obviously they werent met but I must say, it was one of the best things that I read in a really long long time. I suggest it to people who have read Tuedays with Morrie and enjoyed it.

Howard Roark- My Fav Character ever

The ultimate paragon of Objectivism- Howard Roark. A protagonist as portrayed by Ayn Rand, Roark was what you would call a typical example of individualistic creativity. He is a great architect of absolute integrity, somebody who relies on his beliefs and intuitions alone.He pursues his career with ironclad individualism and integrity. One could say that he is endowed with virtues like rationality, productivity, self-esteem, happiness and pride. He is focussed on his career and follows it with unfaltering passion and zeal. He doesnt give any heed to emotions, suffering and pain. Inspite of having friends and adversaries, he is fiercely independent.Roark embodies the benevolent universe premise, "the conviction that joy, exaltation, beauty, greatness, heroism, all the supreme, uplifting values of man's existence on earth, are the meaning of life -- not the pain or ugliness he may encounter." A thorough embodiment of what a man can be or rather say, should be. Ayn Rand has aptly described his philosophy as the philosophy for living on earth.

Kudos to my Flatmate!!

I had a good, in fact a great Christmas with my flatmate. She is indeed a darling. Ok... Well, I can actually list out the reasons for my telling so..

First, she pampers me a lot, pretty similar to the way Tulika used to back in college or maybe my parents still do. I love it when she calls me a "Baby." I do!

Secondly, she helped me making all the Christmas decorations for our place and also helped me set up my Christmas tree and the results were fantabulous.

Thirdly, she listens to all the shit that I keep on blabbing day in and day out. Some patience she has got, I must say! She even tolerates me dancing away to glory on saturday evenings.

Fourthly, she gets me great gifts like paint brushes, saree et all.

And finally, for all the PJs that she makes me listen to every evening after office hours.

Memories Unlimited..

It was the 26th of January of this year. The much awaited Rang De Basanti was releasing that day. Me and my best friend had decided to catch up with the movie on the same day itself. A nice way to jumpstart his birthday celebrations for sure! Yes…It was his birthday too and we had a lot of plans. Actually it wasn’t too different from the rest of the days that we used to spend in each other’s company. With him around, everyday seemed like unlimited fun in spite of the stupendous fights that we used to have. I just wanted him to have a good day…he was very lonely (missing his girlfriend) like hell. Anyways, we managed to get the tickets for the evening show….both of us and another friend of ours. I am sure the girls must be real jealous of me! Of course, both of them were the most coveted guys in town: One for his Adonis looks and the other for his womanizing charms! The three of us got very reminiscent of our college days. The movie had a new perspective about patriotism…something which I think, today’s youth can correlate to! After the movie, we straightaway headed for Sparks- the place we used to frequently hang around at! It wasn’t a very great place but somehow I think t had an air of apnapan in the place that made us go there again and again. Inspired by DJ and Sukhi’s beer guzzling competition, the three of us started off with something similar. Yes and amazingly enough, I came a close second.Yipee!! One after another…it went on and on and on..I was enjoying it a lot…Cheerz to our friendship. Yes, I do feel I have found some of the most amazing friends in both of them. And how can I ever forget to mention about our dancing spree? Jeet and me surely had something when we danced with each other (at least, that’s what a lot of people said). And they were undoubtedly right! Though neither of us were what you would call great dancers but we certainly were great with each other. It was fun and the best part was that he was enjoying his day. And that’s all that mattered to me then. A lot of dance and booze finally brought the day to an end. Its been ages since the three of us have been able to meet up each other but the memories are still fresh. We could just get up one fine morning and write a book on the times we spent together. Every moment is fleeting. All that remains are memories unlimited that render all the joy that our heart longs for!
Guys- I miss both of you a lot and all those log discussions and stupid talks that we used to have over the many cups of coffee. And simultaneously, I wish those times would repeat themselves…

Contentment is Stagnation..

Is contentment an overvalued virtue? Is it not merely the precursor to stagnation of ambition and eventually its cessation?
Contentment has been credited with the ability of freeing you from the demonic influences of envy and creed and to help you achieve a self identity and spiritual sanctuary for your soul.Yet one cannot but question if the same philosophy is antithetical to the paradigm of growth in life. Is contentment to be shunned as something leading to decadence and stagnation?
This one is a big paradox of our times.Should one be contended and incapable of moving forward, or should one always examine what is lacking in his life and aim to fill the gaps?The first thing that merits attention is the need to understand the subtle distinction between contentment and complacency.Contentment is a profound state of mind and unlike complacency, it cannot result from cognitive assessment or external recognition of a tangible accomplishment.Neither does it emanate from from the acceptance and rationalisation of an actual unsatisfactory state of affairs.Genuine contentment is an existential philosophy that can be reached only when one has a deep-seated sense of the meaning and purpose of life.Thus, while complacency can be reduced to a set of behavioural responses, such as lethargy towards moving in search of progress, spiritual contentment does not come in the way of one's pursuit of his true calling.

The road less travelled..

Therez this urge in me to take the road less trevelled. Somehow, I have always been the person who wants to live her life on her own terms and not being conventional at all. Even as a kid, I was what you would call a rebel. I know its a strong word to use for a girl who has lived a very protected and normal life in a what you would call, amidst the conditionalities of a middle class society with its enormous set of values and principles.But then, thats what the truth is! I have always been the person who would rather prefer to take risks rather than play safe. Be it my career, be it my personal life...everything that you see would have that tinge of risk involved somehow or the other. Thanks to the some risks that I have taken, I have ended up in some shit at times more than one.I have had to bear the consequences of all those risks. But what is a life without riskd?? A very uneventful life ,if I can put it that ways!! And thats not the kinda life I wanna live. I wanna enjoy the problems as much I enjpoyed the success of my risks. I just wanna make it different, in my own small way. I do

RAINS....

I like rains but only when I am home, relaxing and sipping coffee sitting on my balcony. I hate the rains when I have to walk back home from the office and ruin my socks in the process. I have a fetish for socks...yes . I agree its weird but thats the way it is. I love socks and the rain ruins it and so I hate the Pune rains...SOB SOB!!

A scene l liked from one of my favourite movies..

KATHLEEN: Why did you stop by? I forget.
JOE: I wanted to be your friend.

KATHLEEN: Oh.

JOE: I knew it wasn't possible. What can I
say? Sometimes a person just wants the
impossible. Could I ask you something?

KATHLEEN: What?
JOE: What happened with that guy at the cafe?
KATHLEEN: Nothing.
JOE: But you're crazy about him --
KATHLEEN: Yes. I am.
JOE: Then why don't you run off with him?
What are you waiting for?

A long beat.

KATHLEEN: I don't actually know him.

JOE: Really.
KATHLEEN: We only know each other -- oh God, you're
not going to believe this --
JOE: Let me guess. From the Internet.
KATHLEEN: Yes.
JOE; You've Got Mail.
KATHLEEN: Yes.
JOE: Very powerful words.
KATHLEEN: Yes.

Joe sits on the edge of the bed.

JOE: I'm happy for him. Although -- could I
make a little suggestion? I think you
should meet him. No. I take it back.
Why meet him?
KATHLEEN (starting to get sharp again):
I hardly think I need advice from someone
who --

He reaches out and gently claps his hand over her mouth. And
holds it there. It's unexpectedly tender and sexy.

JOE: I concede I bring out the worst in you,
but let me help you not to say something
you'll just torture yourself about for
years to come.

She starts to smile and he removes his hand.
They look at each other.

JOE: I hope you're better soon. It would be
a shame to miss New York in the spring.

Joe stands.

KATHLEEN: Thank you for the daisies.

He starts for the door.

JOE: Take care.
KATHLEEN: I will.

JOE: Goodbye.

KATHLEEN: Goodbye.

SANS MUSIC...

I am back...back to my freedom space...my blog! I was on a temporary break from this , thanks to huge amount of work that had been piled up on me.Anyways, whats more important is that I am loving every bit of it. By the way, its Friday... Thank God its Friday! Not that I ve some great plans for the weekend but I really need the time to myself. I intend painting- honing up my skills... and some movies to catch up with...what else should I do??? Well as of now, I am having this aversion to even blog ...and the reason is life sans music...I broke my headphones and the company guys wont give me new one till the next three months. I listen to music from my friend's headphone but today is an exceptional day--- firstly I dont ve work and secondly, she feels like listening to music. So that I guess explains my frustration....Poor Me!! AWWW...

the sun fading away...

Flowers maketh my day...

Flowers- they do so much... They lift up your spirits when you are hitting a rock-bottom.. They bring that long-evading smile on every person's face. They sure do! Thats what happened with me this sunday. A bunch of orchids from somebody I dont know isnt a great thing bu then, at the end of the day, they are flowers after all. And they did liven up the very dampened spirits that me ane my flatmate were having. I would like to thank whosoever has sent me those lovely orchids... Do they mean something?