Seen, Heard and Felt
Monday, 9 January 2017
Star that was
Saturday, 7 January 2017
Trust and mistrust
How and why one would trust each other ? What makes one to trust another being ? And what happens when one feels the other has betrayed that trust ? The ensuing behavioural changes between two individuals with their own notions and ideas about each other be it between known individuals or unknown to each other coming together for situational needs forms a basis for the future bonding or breakups. Dramas of everyday life played around the universe across all domains ....
Sunday, 1 January 2017
Another New Year ...
" I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was strong:
You shook your pensive head as who should say,
I dare not—too far in his footsteps stray—
He must seek me would he undo the wrong
Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;
And the sweet pang it cost me not to call
And tell you that I saw does still abide
But ’tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,
For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof
Hope 2017 ushers in more beautiful thoughts and events in life ....
Friday, 9 December 2016
Loosing
The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. —Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Sunday, 27 November 2016
Empathy for others
The true color of a person is always revealed the way they treat people who they pay for getting services, be it maids, cooks, driver , barbar or for that matter anyone who are paid to avail a service.
Homestays are becoming a popular option for people to opt while on vacation which come in different price ranges. Being part of a homestay creation in a remote village which is more of a social initiative it's interesting to analyze the guests who have been visiting the homestay for their vacation . The poor farmer who has opened up his basic home to the idea of hosting guests to earn a livelihood ,goes out of his way to make his guests feel at home and does everything within his means to ensure they go back happy. At Rs.800/- per person per day, it's a steal deal of a birding destination. Many of guests do understand and pay little more the fixed amount, aware of the need of the farmer. And few others specially those who can really afford to pay that little extra ,will squeeze out the maximum during the stay and pay ONLY that much as the listed tariff.
Empathy is non existent in some people's emotion.
Friday, 7 October 2016
Confusion of moment
Past two days mulling over whether to take off for a driving holiday or not is what's playing on my mind. With whole lot of work in pending mode including a flying visit to Mongolia to attend a conference, which falls exactly during the festival holidays, one is confused to choose between that and a short family holiday. Yet nothing is more exciting as just dumping few clothes into a small suitcase and going on a unplanned family holiday which we three do so often 😀
Tuesday, 4 October 2016
When you meet someone from Vijaynagar
Little big dreams of people who migrate from corner of the country to the other .....