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Thursday, August 5, 2010
5 Year Plan
Oh the pressures to blog! For some reason, after coming home my brain couldn't come up with spontaneously ingenious sharable thoughts. Guess I'll just have to stick to youtube links and posting all my songs here to keep going. Last I checked, my iTunes has 8.7 days worth of songs in the list - that's 3125 blog posts waiting to happen.
Or, like I was thinking the other day, I could draw up a five year plan - one of those long term goals which was all the rage in socialist India's beginnings. And then I'd know where I'll stand when I'm 30. 30!! I'll be 30 in five years!! I've always seen 30 year olds as wise, mature and sober family men who have left the follies of youth behind (and sport a thick beard and moustache) When I suddenly realised that I was just a little over a World Cup away from that reality, I panicked. I would have completely succumbed to that panic attack and would have been screaming and writhing on the floor if I hadn't been the cool dude that I am. I tried to rationalize. In the coming five years a lot many things would happen and it wouldn't seem so short. Plus there was a possibility that I might just retain some of the youthful spring in my step. But it became increasingly imperative that I plan on something to do to my life to help counter and balance what my life would do to me - like not being a student anymore; having to file tax returns and buy insurance; having to decide where to settle down; not having the luxury of being crazy or opinionated; of getting married; of putting yourself second to the greater good of mankind!
Suddenly the pressure of creating a 5 year plan started outweighing the pressure to blog, and here I am again to vent. Have you been here before? Advice! Advice!
Or, like I was thinking the other day, I could draw up a five year plan - one of those long term goals which was all the rage in socialist India's beginnings. And then I'd know where I'll stand when I'm 30. 30!! I'll be 30 in five years!! I've always seen 30 year olds as wise, mature and sober family men who have left the follies of youth behind (and sport a thick beard and moustache) When I suddenly realised that I was just a little over a World Cup away from that reality, I panicked. I would have completely succumbed to that panic attack and would have been screaming and writhing on the floor if I hadn't been the cool dude that I am. I tried to rationalize. In the coming five years a lot many things would happen and it wouldn't seem so short. Plus there was a possibility that I might just retain some of the youthful spring in my step. But it became increasingly imperative that I plan on something to do to my life to help counter and balance what my life would do to me - like not being a student anymore; having to file tax returns and buy insurance; having to decide where to settle down; not having the luxury of being crazy or opinionated; of getting married; of putting yourself second to the greater good of mankind!
Suddenly the pressure of creating a 5 year plan started outweighing the pressure to blog, and here I am again to vent. Have you been here before? Advice! Advice!
Friday, June 4, 2010
On A Hot Summer Day
I've always wondered about the western fascination with summer and the wonderful sun. Maybe to appreciate it, I'll have to go live somewhere where they see the sun as a wonderful thing to behold and a harbinger of happiness. But seriously, what does some random Brit know about the sun? "I'll follow the sun", he says. Try it for an hour over here and you'll never sing that song again! Phrases like "going out in the sun", "getting a tan" are used in happy positive sentences. How weird!
In summers where I come from, get out any time between 8am and 8pm and you are bound to be greeted by the sun of your nightmares. The one that brings drought and famine across the land. The parched earth it produces is like those wrinkled old women who have forgotten about the youth that will never be theirs again.
We have ways to survive this annual phenomenon called summer. The vacations help us in avoiding quite a bit of it. The rest of the time, schools in many places open earlier so the kids don't get burned into ashes by the time they get to school for the morning assembly, which, in my school-going days was another battle against heatstroke. Though it wasn't "manly" to carry umbrellas in the sun, trying to walk in the almost pin-point shadows cast by thirsty trees was cleverness not cowardice.
Everyone is also concerned about turning into a darker shade of brown and people have devised many personalised ways of beating this. Covering yourself with cotton clothes from head to toe each time you step out, umbrellas, staying indoors...
So what is the best part about summer? The knowledge that the brilliant monsoon will come and wash away the weariness!
In summers where I come from, get out any time between 8am and 8pm and you are bound to be greeted by the sun of your nightmares. The one that brings drought and famine across the land. The parched earth it produces is like those wrinkled old women who have forgotten about the youth that will never be theirs again.
We have ways to survive this annual phenomenon called summer. The vacations help us in avoiding quite a bit of it. The rest of the time, schools in many places open earlier so the kids don't get burned into ashes by the time they get to school for the morning assembly, which, in my school-going days was another battle against heatstroke. Though it wasn't "manly" to carry umbrellas in the sun, trying to walk in the almost pin-point shadows cast by thirsty trees was cleverness not cowardice.
Everyone is also concerned about turning into a darker shade of brown and people have devised many personalised ways of beating this. Covering yourself with cotton clothes from head to toe each time you step out, umbrellas, staying indoors...
So what is the best part about summer? The knowledge that the brilliant monsoon will come and wash away the weariness!
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Happy Republic Day!
This day, 60 years ago, we adopted the Indian Constitution which was passed in November, 1949.
Our Preamble:
WE, THE PEOPLE OF INDIA, having solemnly resolved to constitute India into a SOVEREIGN SOCIALIST SECULAR DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC and to secure to all its citizens:
JUSTICE, social, economic and political;
LIBERTY of thought, expression, belief, faith and worship;
EQUALITY of status and of opportunity;
and to promote among them all
FRATERNITY assuring the dignity of the individual and the unity and integrity of the Nation;
IN OUR CONSTITUENT ASSEMBLY this twenty-sixth day of November, 1949, do HERE BY ADOPT, ENACT AND GIVE TO OURSELVES THIS CONSTITUTION.
Our Preamble:
WE, THE PEOPLE OF INDIA, having solemnly resolved to constitute India into a SOVEREIGN SOCIALIST SECULAR DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC and to secure to all its citizens:
JUSTICE, social, economic and political;
LIBERTY of thought, expression, belief, faith and worship;
EQUALITY of status and of opportunity;
and to promote among them all
FRATERNITY assuring the dignity of the individual and the unity and integrity of the Nation;
IN OUR CONSTITUENT ASSEMBLY this twenty-sixth day of November, 1949, do HERE BY ADOPT, ENACT AND GIVE TO OURSELVES THIS CONSTITUTION.
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