Monthly Archives: August 2011

Summing it up….

I recently put up a handmade poster. It was a Google find and it about sums up a lot on life – on the best parts, the worst parts and of course, on living it, as well. It feels nice to have a reminder to look at once a while.

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Have you ever seen a tightrope walker at work ?

Have you ever seen a tightrope walker at work? (Well, I am not talking about the TR Walker syndrome.) I’m talking about a real tightrope walker, the performing artiste type.

Just imagine walking on a thread like thing and that too, with no solid ground directly beneath your feet. Instead, what is there is a blanket of thin air or even a blazing fire below; for that is what attracts the crowds.

True, they do hold the stick for balance, but if it were that easy, why doesn’t every one try to do it?

And, with the risk of falling and a probability of landing with a broken spine, not many would attempt to do it? I really admire them.

A week ago, I got to meet a few performing trapeze artistes. They were a part of the troupe, which was setting up a circus camp on the outskirts of the city.

Curious as ever, I asked them what makes them do it? What keeps them steady in spite of the crowds, the tense anticipation in the air and the fact that below you is just thin air.

Well, the training begins way back from childhood. Most of the time, the art is taught through the families that do it. And the confidence builds up slowly. Though, it’s not easy to get your focus straight and maintaining your nerves, especially with the crowds edging you on.

Is there any trick to do the act through?

You don’t think of falling. It’s natural to have that fear, but can’t lend an ear to it. You just think of balance and keep going. Before you know it you have reached the end. The real trick is that you have to enjoy it.

Well, I can relate to that bit. Last year, when a couple of us, friends went for a weekend, riverside camp; it was filled with rock climbing, trekking and river rafting, and oh yes cliff jumping. For me, except trekking, the rest were a first. Though initially scary, it was not so. Risks were involved but the point is you have to enjoy it. That’s where the fun lies.

I guess that’s why everyone doesn’t end up going for adventure sports!!

Ringing in my head….

Some songs have kind of stayed with me through the years i.e. from my high school days to today, the working woman. So as I head off to my rural area of work, all I can say is that “I’m here without you.”

Well, this is one of the songs that puts me in a nostalgic frame. Brings back memories, good ones I must say. Reminds me of my transition between high school to college. A new place. A different set of people. A totally new culture. And that was when this song was released. And it has stayed on since then.

What your favorite song that has stayed on through the high school years or college till now ?!

The way of words….

“It was a supererogate piece of work.” 

“ Though, I must say that at least he wasn’t a wittol.”

“Nope, he was just a drysalter who loved his cyclogiro.”

Interestingly, the above dialogues would have made sense if I was in the 1900’s or the early 20th century.

That’s what happens to words which become extinct.  The Collins Dictionary experts have been busy trying to compile words which were used once upon a time and have now become obsolete.

Studying the trends of the English language,  the recent updates of the Oxford Dictionary have  implied that technology and Interent-lingo are definietly here to say. Phrases like top kill, shovel ready and words like “phwoah” have graced the pages of OED. And with the global economy going haywireand technology going full swing, initialism has picked up. And with various diverse linguistics in the daily speak, Japan has given us hentai  and kleftiko from Greece. And yes the words sa’ab and sahib still feature in the English Dailies.

Yet with official acceptance of words like fnarr, woot, ka-ching, OMG, LOL and the list is endless….all I can say is that- voila- the power of social media.

Though sometimes, I just hope with all the abbreviations we just don’t forget the usage and “spellings” of real words.

Anyways, as with the evolution of language, the changing trends i.e. modern linguistics are pretty interesting. (New Words Nook has a lot to say !!)

While for us, writers and readers alike, imagination does have a way with words or is it vice-versa ?!

What does thou think about it ?



“If you can….”

Whenever we get off track, there should always be something that kind of puts us back on course. Maybe it could be some one who you admire, a personality, an album or even a really good movie. Something that reminds you that dreams still do exist. That new beginnings can always be made. That endings will come of their own accord, especially when you give it time.

One of the works that has always given me an inspiration to get back in line, has been “If”. The first time I read it, was for the recital in middle school. Since then, the words have been echoing in my mind. And this is what Rudyard Kipling wrote to his son, If-

“If you can keep your head when all about you 
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!”

…..or as would apply to me “a Woman, my daughter!”          

If—” is a poem written in 1895by British Nobel laureate Rudyard Kipling. First published in the “Brother Square Toes” chapter of Rewards and Fairies, Kipling’s 1910 collection of short stories and poems. The lines have found their way in various artworks and creative forms of expressions. For Wimbledon followers, the poem’s line, “If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same” is written on the wall of the Centre Court players’ entrance.

In Kipling’s autobiography, Something Of Myself, published in 1937, the year after his death at the age of 70, he acknowledges the inspiration for If in a single reference: ‘Among the verses in Rewards was one set called If – they were drawn from Jameson’s character, and contained counsels of perfection most easy to give.’ [Read more:–swashbuckling-renegade-inspired-it.html#ixzz1ValrlTpA]

Through the years, these lines still have a powerful hold on me. It gets me going through the tough days and aids in getting myself on track.

On a different track for a minute, who ever said that poetry doesn’t demand creativity !! Below is If by Communication Design studentTrysten Coblenz in the Emily Carr University Grad 2009 Catalogue.



"If" as a wordle..

Above, was If as a “wordle”.

And an “If” tattoo by Cam von Cook of Osborne Village Ink (including some misspellings).

There are many more various representations of “If”. More than half a century old, it still holds true and has a profound meaning. And even till my hair grays, it shall be one of my favorite poems.

Meanwhile, what inspires you to get back on track ? What are your inspirational lines ? What keeps you going through the difficult days?

Walking to unwind….

Well, it’s been a hectic week, with running around the clock at work. In addition, major repairs have been going on at my house, so
here’s the end to a week of strained nerves and frazzled hair !!

Don’t get me wrong. I love my work but what I would like more than anything is a break right now. Yet, time-off won’t be possible till the mid of next week . Weekend starts with my on-call at the missionary hospital in the rural area, so accessibility to internet is off from tomorrow onward. So what’s the next possible way to clear my head before Friday evening sets in here.

A walk.

No there are no woods here. I’m living right now, smack in the middle of a bustling city. But still, a change of scene would help, I guess. Walking is one of the ways I get to unwind. That and going on a drive. Besides, removing myself from the daily hustle-bustle, one of the best things about walking is that you get to see a lot of people going on with their daily lives. And the chance to observe. To shift your center of focus to more mundane things. To just look around. And not to forget the art of window shopping.


Each one of us need to de-stress in some way or the other. Sometimes, it’s a movie, or a day out with friends, or a novel you have been dying to get your hands, music, various hobbies or shopping. Whatever may it be, time for yourself is as important as breathing. No one can function on a 24 x 7 basis, without taking a seconds’ break. For even the mind needs a change from the usual.

After all, that’s where the difference between humans and technology lies. We don’t do any same act more than once in the same manner. So here’s to my walk. Wonder what lies in store for me.

And have a happy weekend, folks !!

What’s your pick ?!

Some days we get to make our own choices, but some days we don’t. Many a time, things may often go out of hand. But, like every coin there are at least two different ways, if not more, in which any problem can be faced, or any issue addressed. Sometimes, it seems futile.

Yet, at times when we look back, in effect everything happens for a reason. Each event of our life, each lesson that we learn and our experiences, all have their own say in the due course of the journey, as the events unfold.

But each time, the scales are more or less balanced. If one beam rises, the other falls. Yet, to crib or not, is our choice. As said, you can make the best of what you have got or you can throw it away to the wind and have regrets for the time lost.

A part of it lies in your hands. As often seen or rather experienced, once missed, the wind bringing it back again is a mere chance happening. The best course; take your chances, both losses and gains, in stride and with a smile. At least, may be that is a better alternative to whines and wasted hours.

What do you think ?