Solace in Solitude or Solitude in Solace

On a nice, gloomy, yet warm, windy yet pleasant Sunday, eating corn I walk up and down all alone on the road without a care in the world, reflecting on my life so far……

Was he the one causing pain
With his careless dreaming?
Been afraid
Always afraid
Of the things he's feeling

He could just be gone
He would just sail on
He'll just sail on

How can I be lost,
If I've got nowhere to go?
Search for seas of gold
How come it's got so cold?

How can I be lost?
In remembrance I relive
And how can I blame you
When it's me I can't forgive?

These words from the song “Unforgiven 3” of Metallica from their new album – Death Magnetic just made the reflection so real or did it actually??

What am I reflecting on exactly? The most obvious question in the context and must say life in general would an intelligent guess for an answer; however that answer just didn’t seem enough. Wish reflecting back on life was something like eating that yummy corn, which is as enjoyable as irritating it can be when stuck between the teeth.

The lonely walk and the apt lyrics seem to force a feeling of nullness, void.

Beep! A message from a Godsend friend! ‘Wat u up to?’ So as I begin to type a reply to this sms, the same void, nullness comes back, for a second I pause and think what am I up to? Honestly at that very moment any answer that came up would easily make me fail a polygraph test. So just for the sake of passing a polygraph test I type out a reply listing out the exact list of things I was doing.

Beep! Came the reply!

The reply bought a smile on to my face, driving away the void and gave me a real answer to what I was up to. I was actually enjoying the boredom and loneliness on a gloomy, yet pleasant day…..

Enjoy your solitude when it lasts :)

Signing off with a quote.
“Half the pleasure of solitude comes from having with us some friend to whom we can say how sweet solitude is”
- William Jay

A Happy Man's Diary

Can there ever be something like a happiness therapy, and then I guess I will be the most eligible candidate for a pilot test. What the hell why do I need a therapist, I decided I will be my own therapist of course with a lil help n inspiration from my dear friend.

Therapy day 1:

Activity 1: List out the 5 happy things I did over the new years

1. went to TGI Fridays for lunch breaking the monotony of Chipotle’s and Himalayan. I have been going to Chipotle so often now they might offer me a job there. J
played an intriguing game of chess slurping on choc chip ice cream on a waffle cone when the Chicago area got around 6 inches of snow and the temperature was -6 degrees C.
bought a lovely song on iTunes – Bubbly by Colbie Cailat. Screw music piracy :P
I got back to bloggin after a loooooooooong time which is just awesome.
I started gymming again which in itself is a phenomenal achievement and to put two days straight in is truly commendable well done me !!

In this transcendent transition to a happy man it is also important to lay down a couple of not so happy events that actually make the above 5 worthwhile.

6-8 inches of beautiful white snow on new year’s eve playing a spoil sport on the new year parties.
a nasty fight with my dear friend.

Signing off on Day one of Happiness therapy with ¼ of a centimeter widening of my smile and a quote from Calvin and Hobbes. “Happiness ain’t good enough for me I demand euphoria.

:) :) :)

Beedazzled !

I believe tat I run on bad luck so I allow my roomie to do the honors when it comes to checking the mailbox and he proves me right each time. Yesterday was one such occasion, however the letter he managed to dig out of the mailbox was a special one which was to herald my friends and my faith that I am indeed good at photography. It was a letter from the organizers of one of the photography competitions which read that my entry to the competition had made it to the final rounds and they had sent me the letter asking me if I would like my photo published in the magazine titled Endless Journeys along with the photos from the leading photographers in the world. I was swept of my feet indeed to see letter and the choice of words in the letter signed by the managing editor of the magazine. Today I shall remember as a day when I earned recognition doing something I really like i.e. photographing flowers. Flowers have always fascinated me, ever since the day I learnt and understood what a flower is. Flowers have always bought a smile onto my face and I guess it does to anybody’s face. They carry and radiate the essence of love, friendship and peace and maybe that’s the reason it brings joy to everybody. Probably you will find very few people on the face of earth who don’t like flowers.

Beedazzled as I choose to call this snap happened on one of the numerous sunflower fields enroute to the beautiful gopalaswamy hills from Mysore. It was a Dil chahtha hai style visit to gopalaswamy hills in the new santro that the friend who was parting ways after having stayed together for almost 2 years sharing a lots of good times and scripting some wonderful memories for each other to cherish. Just stopped for a quick nature call break and coincidentally it was right where there was a big and beautiful patch of sunflowers. Me being the photography buff forgot the purpose of the stop and headed out to the sunflower field. The bee buzzing around the flower was like icing on the cake. However there were challenges, the gusty winds which were blowing across the fields making the sunflower sway away each time I get her into focus, the busy bee trying to compete with the winds and circling the flower in concentric circles leaving me in a dilemma to get the focus on to the flower or onto the bee, on top of this came a farmer, I guess he must have been the owner of that field and saw me as an intruder, and would do anything to drive me away. It actually cost my comrades 2 cigarettes to divert the farmer away and they took care of him and let me focus on my task at hand and the result speaks for itself the endurance was worth every pixel.

Choice

was wondering a lot when i made the various choices starting from user name to the template, a lot of choices for a kutti (for small in malayalam and probably tamil) thing like ur blog, there might be an umpty number of such crossroads in life when you feel u hate the word "Choice", sometimes i wish only if i was blessed with a guardian angel who will always rush to my aide each time i hit a crossroad called Choice in life, who will take the pain of making that dreaded choice for me....... but alas the almighty has other plans and goes tat extra mile to ensure tat u dont have tat luxury of the 'guardian angel of choice', leaving me to wonder wat could actually make Him go tat extra mile to deny us the luxury and something answers saying, "U are ur own Guardian Angel"