Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Nature and words

The Lance Armstrong movie
will be out at last, and I am pleased :)

Recent travel to many different places, has been a wonderful experience for me. Having barely travelled in my past, I look at my recent trips as many wonderful moments, some tough, some easy, that have enriched me. For a while, I toured some of Southern India, and fell for the picturesque landscapes amongst its numerous villages, that I must say thankfully lay hidden from the manic urban exploits.

I must say I have missed my blog; as I retrospect, I just realise how much my writing is driven by my emotion. I long for that spell that poets are born with, or newspaper-editors are soiled with. Bad or good, it is emotion that makes for a wild piece of written material to me. I have had bland spells where I have felt nothing, that words simply sound like a computer program that human robots execute; maybe I've attained Nirvana :D Perhaps when words fail me, I shall write :)

Saturday, April 28, 2007

And they are...

...baaaaaaaack in the saddle again! Aerosmith is coming! Walk this way! Dream on...

Thursday, February 15, 2007

The best job

How do we know what profession is best suited for us? How do we know that there is a job where our supposed "weaknesses" are our strenghts? Is there a connection between money and the the work we love?

I'd answer: to the first one, that we only dream of the best profession; hardly do we believe that it is for real. The second, do we ever think of that -- of a job that we'd thrive at, that brings our best out, warts and all. And coming to the third, yes there is such a job, and if you do have the job that pays you for being in love with it, you must be a celebrity, signing autographs, striking a controversy or two, and avoiding the paparazzi.

It's that weakness that brings the best of you, not strength. It is that weakness, that you are born with, and forms the spirit within, and we worship and term it strength. Nice to not accept the material world. Yesterday I stumbled on some geneticist pages, and found this one that totally boggles me -- someone trying to stall aging?! Term that a little this way and that, I like the theory, maybe not for aging, but for things close -- like cloning for medicine, or using the theory of genetics to simply understand oneself better -- to know what the environment does to you, and what you'd do had you live in an isolated jungle, all alone, perhaps with an wolf-family ;) Is Mogli's life different from that of a Saint in the Himalayas? Is my life any different from either of theirs? Do our genetics play here? Had I been a Mogli, would I have thought of writing my rants in a blog for my monkey-friends to read? I guess I'd rather have chosen to fall in love with Tarzan and eat lunch with the gang. Coming to the question of stalling aging, as much as I admire the cheeky geneticist, I would think to err is human, to age is human -- and the beauty of humanity lies in the graceful acceptance of our vulnerability and the diversity that age gives us in life - the innocence of childhood and the spirit of youth, the ruggedness of middle-age and the tranquillity of the old.

Edit: I've removed the in-coherency in conclusion here, where I drift off and talk about my addictions, which can in some ways relate do to this post, which is anyway is subtly glorifying one's darker side. Ah well..

Monday, January 01, 2007

The last week of December

I sound like a diary! With no motosport action or gossip, I might as well write about what I'm upto!

A nice week, always this pretty last week of December - no matter what, you always get cake. And for my perennial pasta-craving, I cooked some -- with olives. Not a beauty, but decent enough to please my shallow wants of eating whole-wheat.

Christmas is over, and the new year's here. I'm waiting for all the hard work to begin. This is the one holiday-week I long await at the start of each year, and the next one's a whole twelve months away! The one week, where I live in blissful harmony of my little thoughts and food -- a lovely veg-sub I made myself each day, of yet again whole-wheat bread. I now want whole-wheat cake.

If ever you wish to feel a ride on the M1, go here -- a journo talks about his mystical ride; a ride of rage coupled with ecstasy.

Talking tall is Heikki Kovalainen, will his words live up? To me, I can only see him racing Kimi in word-count, not v8's -- perhaps the challenge he awaits is Pictionary or scrabble -- nice, but to bring out his crystal ball and get all high and verbal is ludicrous -- okay, someways, I love it nontheless! Fun and games coming every which way -- WRC or F1, it's show time -- Monte Carlo or bust any which way you can...!