December date unknown, month unknow:
Winter has set in the city and its getting progressively colder by the day. Yet i continue to have cold showers in the morn despite the chill in the vain hope that i won't fall sick with that darndest of them "Common Cold"! But then Fate thought otherwise and then here i am...
Work has been the usual, nothing so great per se, but hey, why complain when there's enough to keep me busy through the day and muster a good impression 'fore the boss!
It's tough to survive when the only currency in hand is a hundred rupee note, but then i've survived scrapes with nothing more than twenty rupees not very long ago. The VP discussed his grandiose master plan for the future and how i was a part of the design and if i were to continue, i'd be a part of the web myself and probably have a corner of it managed by me. Well, well, we'll see how the ball rolls when its time for payday and appraisals! Hope that cheery tone doesn't turn somber the next moment as if served vinegar when expecting wine...
Well after sunset, i head out from office. The office transport's long since left and the only ones still milling at work are those whom their wives despise and don't want to see. Well, that's their problem! I don't have anyone to niggle naggle at me and i'm just about fine with it for that matter! Nyeh!
The guard salutes as i walk out of the gate and into the busy evening street. The place hums with activity just as it does during the morning during rush hours. People rush to office, and rush back home, trying to save time. Never know whether they're saving time or just...
"Ermmm, excuse me to step in at the moment. Our protagonist has walked upto a shack and ordered a cigarette and a cuppa tea, why bother about names and places, none ever matter more than the moment! Back to him again..."
The place is rather quiet considering the location. Twenty feet away, a busy intersect connects two ends of the city and this street is an arterial connect. The deep rumble of a piano coupled with a melodiously whining violin add an air of artfulness to the evening, and i draw in the first puff followed by a quick swallow of tea!
The day has been particularly stressful considering ten hours spent 'fore a computer staring deadpan nonstop, poring over numbers, charts and reports nobody'd ever take time to even read. Why am i doing this? It pays for this slight pleasure that i afford for myself time and again :)
There's hardly a whisp of air and the music sounds better all the more. Time for some quietude, some silence, some for me, some for you. Its as if the world itself has stilled around me and for a fraction of a second, none more than that, the world seems to be suspended in inertia...
Murphy seems to have heard me for an infernal dog barks out loud! Why's he barking? Beats me! There's no car around, neither a hostile stranger, nor any other member of his gender whom he resents to the core. But still he barks his head off. A couple of renditions and you can sense he's barking only because he's afraid. Afraid of what...?
This din's disturbing my music, my cigarette's turning to ash and the cuppa tea's running cold. "Shut up" i return the favour in chaste English and the desire to vent feelings using some unparliamentary words crops up immediately. But then he being a mutt won't be affected by my words as much as my voice, so... :)
The dog shuts up and walks off!
Do correct me here if i'm going wrong someplace, but then, we're all somewhat similar to that dog at some point or the other in life, right? Why's that? FEAR...
That niggling feeling, the indescribable, something that upsets the natural order of things in life. And it preys on us on what we know not. Fear lives in the shadows of the darkness, ignorance and misunderstanding. Anything not understood correctly or perceived incorrectly is the root of fear...
We bark, scream, bite and act out our agony in our fear. The grip of fear is like that of a vice, holding on with metal clamps to crush us. But fear can be cured, and how is that? Face it! What's the worst that could ever happen? We'd never know until we faced it. Rather face it today and get over with it than live with it for a hundred years!
"It's better to live like a tiger for one day than a jackal for a hundred years" -- "The terror of the East India Company" Mysore Maharaja Tippu Sultan
And very often, its a sudden shock which brings us from the dark to light, exposing suddenly our fears to be nothing more than whispers retreating with the fading dark...
We curse that sudden shock that life jolts us with, often abusing and cursing it for having surprised us, but failing to see, we've overcome our fears, only then to realize what's been missing from life all the while...
Well and good if we've overcome it, pity if not...
"Honk honk" a purple Volvo semitransparent with advertisements on the sides looking like a piece of modern art pulls in. In the meanwhile, the cigarette has burned out and the teacup has long since run dry, and our protagonist rushes headlong toward the bus with victorious whoops!
A slight breeze blows and this mish mash of papers our protagonist had penned are scattered all over the place, and the owner of the waster paper buyer is cross with me for this! :)
Winter has set in the city and its getting progressively colder by the day. Yet i continue to have cold showers in the morn despite the chill in the vain hope that i won't fall sick with that darndest of them "Common Cold"! But then Fate thought otherwise and then here i am...
Work has been the usual, nothing so great per se, but hey, why complain when there's enough to keep me busy through the day and muster a good impression 'fore the boss!
It's tough to survive when the only currency in hand is a hundred rupee note, but then i've survived scrapes with nothing more than twenty rupees not very long ago. The VP discussed his grandiose master plan for the future and how i was a part of the design and if i were to continue, i'd be a part of the web myself and probably have a corner of it managed by me. Well, well, we'll see how the ball rolls when its time for payday and appraisals! Hope that cheery tone doesn't turn somber the next moment as if served vinegar when expecting wine...
Well after sunset, i head out from office. The office transport's long since left and the only ones still milling at work are those whom their wives despise and don't want to see. Well, that's their problem! I don't have anyone to niggle naggle at me and i'm just about fine with it for that matter! Nyeh!
The guard salutes as i walk out of the gate and into the busy evening street. The place hums with activity just as it does during the morning during rush hours. People rush to office, and rush back home, trying to save time. Never know whether they're saving time or just...
"Ermmm, excuse me to step in at the moment. Our protagonist has walked upto a shack and ordered a cigarette and a cuppa tea, why bother about names and places, none ever matter more than the moment! Back to him again..."
The place is rather quiet considering the location. Twenty feet away, a busy intersect connects two ends of the city and this street is an arterial connect. The deep rumble of a piano coupled with a melodiously whining violin add an air of artfulness to the evening, and i draw in the first puff followed by a quick swallow of tea!
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| Pavlov says i have an oral fixation hence...! |
The day has been particularly stressful considering ten hours spent 'fore a computer staring deadpan nonstop, poring over numbers, charts and reports nobody'd ever take time to even read. Why am i doing this? It pays for this slight pleasure that i afford for myself time and again :)
There's hardly a whisp of air and the music sounds better all the more. Time for some quietude, some silence, some for me, some for you. Its as if the world itself has stilled around me and for a fraction of a second, none more than that, the world seems to be suspended in inertia...
Murphy seems to have heard me for an infernal dog barks out loud! Why's he barking? Beats me! There's no car around, neither a hostile stranger, nor any other member of his gender whom he resents to the core. But still he barks his head off. A couple of renditions and you can sense he's barking only because he's afraid. Afraid of what...?
This din's disturbing my music, my cigarette's turning to ash and the cuppa tea's running cold. "Shut up" i return the favour in chaste English and the desire to vent feelings using some unparliamentary words crops up immediately. But then he being a mutt won't be affected by my words as much as my voice, so... :)
The dog shuts up and walks off!
Do correct me here if i'm going wrong someplace, but then, we're all somewhat similar to that dog at some point or the other in life, right? Why's that? FEAR...
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| Edvard Munch's description of fear |
We bark, scream, bite and act out our agony in our fear. The grip of fear is like that of a vice, holding on with metal clamps to crush us. But fear can be cured, and how is that? Face it! What's the worst that could ever happen? We'd never know until we faced it. Rather face it today and get over with it than live with it for a hundred years!
"It's better to live like a tiger for one day than a jackal for a hundred years" -- "The terror of the East India Company" Mysore Maharaja Tippu Sultan
And very often, its a sudden shock which brings us from the dark to light, exposing suddenly our fears to be nothing more than whispers retreating with the fading dark...
We curse that sudden shock that life jolts us with, often abusing and cursing it for having surprised us, but failing to see, we've overcome our fears, only then to realize what's been missing from life all the while...
Well and good if we've overcome it, pity if not...
"Honk honk" a purple Volvo semitransparent with advertisements on the sides looking like a piece of modern art pulls in. In the meanwhile, the cigarette has burned out and the teacup has long since run dry, and our protagonist rushes headlong toward the bus with victorious whoops!
A slight breeze blows and this mish mash of papers our protagonist had penned are scattered all over the place, and the owner of the waster paper buyer is cross with me for this! :)
Hi Wise Fool,
ReplyDeleteWhich fool told you that having a cold bath in the morning keeps common cold away!!!!!
More than a cold bath, what is more practical is having a bath with water at room temperature (mildly warm).
You should make your immune system sturdy.
How???
You yourself have give part of the answer. Face all your fears, overcome them and have a good night's sleep.
What makes your immune system sturdy??
Good sleep at the right time.
Good food at the right time.
Moderate physical exercise.
A quiet mind.
Leon