Of Bread and Brand

Was at a small store to buy a loaf of bread on my way back home when I noticed a noisy group of construction workers checking on the stuff on display. Their shirts were slightly torn and dirty from a muddy wash. As I checked and rechecked labels of wheat bread to bread with multi-grains to plain old sweet bread, they quickly placed their order, specifying brands from cigs to chilly powder. Brand reach or viral marketing in local dialect...I'll never know. Meanwhile, bread labels were too confusing. I bought a pack of biscuits instead.

Walking...

Serendipity...the joy of discovering...being pleasantly surprised...all this by a hasty decision of stepping out alone on a Sunday evening. My ususal thing would have been typing away to glory on this laptop or scanning through a book or catching something completely insane on TV. But then I stepped out into the cold windy evening with not so much as an idea on what I'd want to do in the next 20 minutes or which direction to head. It was drizzling already. "Why did I step out in the first place?" But then, I got lucky. The rain stopped and I found myself in a park with ample pathways. I started counting my steps...I walked 5000 steps that evening, and felt sweat breaking on my forehead. I remembered how I used to go walking to my school when I was 6 or 7 years old, the days when I decided to walk all the way uphill to my college, and times when I walked back home from work. It wasn't that I was forced to, but just an old dear habit refusing to disown me. I hope it stays too, no matter what life throws my way!

where is the world that used to be...

I read this today and it brought back truckloads of memory about a world i had long left behind...
I have learned that if you must leave
a place that you have lived in and loved
and where all your yesterdays
are buried deep...
leave it any way except a slow way
leave it the fastest way you can
never turn back.
and never believe that an hour
you remember is a better hour
because its dead.
passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones,
while the future lives in a cloud,
formidable from a distance.
the clouds clear as you enter it.
~ excerpt from West With the Night by beryl markham (or so i believe)

Break the walls...

The other day I chanced upon Randy Pausch in Googleland, yet again. His Last Lecture continues to trigger a whole lot of positive energy in me. I think I'll go back to it whenever I feel the slightest of self-doubt. Time to break the walls and be honest to your childhood dreams. Hpe my Karma will take care of itself!