Small is beautiful

Indeed.

There are questions, there are answers, there are observations and there are experiences.

How can you continue to see the world as real if the self that is determining it to be real is itself intangible?

There are times in life when the “big is beautiful” concept doesn’t hold true or excites you enough. It is infact things which seem trivial or which are not on the top of our mind that drive our anxiety levels or we get an adrenaline rush The 80 – 20 principle holds true here.Its the seemingly insignificant attribute that ignites the spark of happinees. And it feels serene within.

There are moments, days when your energy levels just soar for no apparently sound reason (Under nornmal atmospheric conditions- work lingo rubs on you – one may not be able to justify those reasons). It could happen on reading something, involving yourself in a act which is unlike you, bumping into someone or just a weird thought.More often than not this stems from something unforeseen, apparently trivial, things you don’t plan for and on paying  attention to details. You then go a “high” drive, get a kick. You go nuts. Once in a while you need to go on this drive. It boosts your spirits and the world around you seems like a combo of Kate Beckinsale, Martina Hingis and Jeon Ji Hyun (my definition of beautiful ) It could happen to an insomniac mind, it could happen to a demented mind. 

We as humans always crave for something which is more visible or volumous or appreciated. If only we concentrate more on things, when in place they get overlooked or taken granted for but their “absence” is unwelcome and it pinches us…as an afterthought, You are not happy unless you have something that money can’t buy.

My blog is me talking to myself.There are subjects I like talking on; psychology, uncoventional economics, quantum physics + eastern mysticism (the recent urge), change, Hindustan and Hindustani.. blah blah, these excite me. And when you don’t have people around, you bore the already velle and to some extent bored netizens who innocently happen to stumble on your blog

What I thought was unreal now for me seems in some ways more real than I think to be real which seems to now be more unreal.

Quote of the day: The real trick to life is not to be in the know but to be in the mystery.

Plagiarised

..from here.

In Australia a five year old boy is offered, by his companions, a choice between a one dollar coin and a two dollar coin. The two dollar coin is much smaller. the boy chooses the larger coin. His companions laughed and giggled at the apparent ’stupidity’. They repeat the offer on various occasions. The boy always chooses the larger coin.

One day, an adult feels sorry for the ‘victim’ and tells him that the small coin is actually more valuable than the larger coin.

“Yes I know that,” said the five year old, “but how often would they have offered me the choice if I had taken the smaller coin in the first time?”

Had Phun!

Focus on Fundamentals; Get back to Basics.. read that, heard that and now done that. Its been months since I visited my blogspace, been threatened too, to be chucked out of blogrolls.If one wants to be critical you can always blame it on the lack of ideas, the zing, logistics and blah blah. A couple of weeks back something, Im not very sure what got me thinking.  And the best place to compose one, after a restroom has to be lectures and there was no dearth of them.

To keep things short: The wonderful three months at home, Maximum city, Vada-Pav, the stroll in the Kamala Nehru park, Malabar Hill, Marine lines, streets of Colaba, Cafe Leopold and Mondegar, Gateway, Max Mueller Bhavan, Gelato, the Chelsea Liverpool match at the sports bar, the midnight puke, Atul and the gym gossip, squash, Raksha Bandhan at Mumbai’s Chhatrapati Shivaji domestic terminal, STI, the job disciplines, the business class travel to Schipol, Charles de Gaulle “papa” airport, the train ride between two terminals, the damaged bags, Den Haag, Adrennes-Nadrin, zippwire, “Had phun”, the jump on the trappezze, the midnight trek in the country side jungles of Belgium, drunk Dada on the trek, archery, rifle shooting, the raft we build and sailed on, Jan and Jan, honk honk, the onboarding lectures, the Zeeland trip, Bonjour Paris, French beauties, catching up with Supriya (after three years) on Champs-Elysees, bumping into Nidhi(met her after four years) at the top of the Eiffel, the Versailles garden, dinner with Jeroen van der Veer (CEO of Royal Dutch Shell),the friendly nature of the Dutch,their humility and professionalism, ING angels, cycling around Delft, the Gurudwara ,the langar and the Sikhs in Hague, trip to Italiano, the Euro star rail, Pisa, Italian females, Rome, Florence, the GPS in the BMW, See Buy Fly at Schipol,  apna watan, apna desh (Jai Hind) :), damaged bag again, the lectures again, Jab we met, Diwali in Bombay after 4 years, Roohi and CCD and no Litchi frappe, G updates, the trip to Rajamundhry, OSO tickets for the late night show in black worth 60 bucks, The reluctant fundamentalist, If God was a banker and “the heart-breaking performance by *&^$%$# in the test I conducted” and finally my first blog in four months, reporting from STI .. I am having Phun!!!

Quote of the day: Needing someone is like needing a parachute.  If he isn’t there the first time you  need him, chances are you won’t be needing him again.