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!

Explore the world

Travel brings you face to face with yourself...says the Louis Vuitton ad. Deep, eh? Was recently travelling, and I must say I'm in touch with myself a wee bit more. For one, i discovered i can actually break my fears only by facing them.

Just what's wrong with the world?

Churches burning. Visiting politicos. Dead ears. Shrill voices. Frenzy. Chaos. Loud and louder. Then, complete silence. Do you hear a grandmother quietly chanting a prayer, her frail fingers trying hard to hold the long-worn beads? A prayer that drapes an invisible warm blanket called security. Do you see it?

Working since...

The other day, my 4-year old daughter asked me since when I'm working. Have no idea what triggered that question, but I realized I've never asked that question myself for quite sometime now. I slowly counted. It's more than I had remembered it to be. And strangely, I joined my first job in Bangalore on a September morning quite like the one she asked me the question. Bangalore was my land of possibilities. A city I'd start my life all over again. Now, thanks baby. My resume is more up-to-date now. My memories too.

If you're happy, you hardly know it

What defines happiness? Today, it's been reaching out to my laptop bag in the middle of the night and typing out rubish blissfully. Listening to the soft taps on the keyboard adding rhythm to the otherwise silent night. My neck is paining and eyes have slowly turned red, but who cares, eh?

Loner

Tonight I feel like walking down a busy street, rubbing shoulder with strangers, my senses fully awake to take in all that the place has to offer....almost a happy freedom from life as i know it. Blogsphere is that little unknown place, i almost feel the rush of anonymity, i feel no one will find me here...not that i'll mind being rediscovered (not found) down the road.

Back to blogs!

Hmm...it's really been a long hiatus. Am I happy to be back? Yes. But kind of anxious too. I've never been hooked by any habit for long. Hope blogs will prove me wrong.

My soul is empty. Beats are non frequent. Will be back soon. :-)