A weekend in Kodaikanal and other personal rants.

“Our problem is not that we aim too high and miss, but that we aim too low and hit.” said Aristotle. Believe he did not have to play in a team sport and had to loose matches against the teams in increasing order of higher ‘play’! Am not even sure if he said it without influence of any good ‘jaam-e-mehfil’ . Now that he has already created some history with that line of his, if I try to align myself to the spirit of it, there is nothing left but the good memories of the two days of absolute fun in the sun (of course a lil rain too).

And all the things in between the two long bus rides is history. What a kick-ass teacher history is, told me about building community, rewards of practice and patience, how easily one can forget to smile on a nice green grassy field, how one can actually smile, the cultural difference, openness to cultural difference, and how nice the “ninna nenapu” sounds on a tired evening and of course those ‘home-made’ chocolates 🙂

Coming to think of learning, the only thing that makes a difference is understanding of the element of openness between how-it-should-be and let-me-experience-it. Puts me in perspective for yearning for more of movement of muscles around femur than the jaws.
Also its about the feel to start all over again, from absolute zero, from absolute nothing. The sense of accepting the mistake and moving on. Perhaps path not taken would have been a lot different, like the one taken is.
Though it looks like there is no time to look back now, nothings there perhaps or perhaps it is time to go now.

Mother used to say “throw that broken mirror away. Broken mirrors inside home are signs of bad omen, they bring bad luck” so on… Of course she dint really know why! Her mother, grand mother must have told her that. And they din’t have much glassware at home either.

And thinkin of the ‘broken window hypothesis’, though it seems there isn’t much to prove it though…

still thinkin…

just want the world to …
wish it would rain down …
winding road would run …
sky isn’t blue enough …

at times, at times the run
is just not hard enough.

neeLu daariyali neeliya joteyiralu
beesugaaLiya jote munguruLu vyrtha seNesiralu
avakaashava tumbuva nischala bhaava
ninna nenapu

With sincere apologies to Bageshree ( ninna nenapu )

also known as marketorial philosophies…

All ref: BLR

Recently a hoarding caught my attention with a phrase “medical tourism”. I never had slightest idea that these two words can be put next to each other in a single line where the text is not science fiction. It was all about Yoga, Spa, etc.

Another one I found was on a glassware “A better representation of what you serve increases its perceived value…”. What a way of saying have a taste, have a class!! Or did I miss something?

a climbing friend of mine told me what a friend of hers told her… “the way you live [in outdoors] is as if you have two, three lives [to live]!”

well… that’s living i guess!

you are here because of the future,
you are here because of where you want to be!

Ref: BLR Roads (for now… we’ll check the World later)

Patta-aaf-aalls congraats and gompLiments on the bhonderpull varinations of orns and deir amazzing sympoNy! balle balle!!

From ‘pyaaaaaaaaaoooonnnnnnnnn’ to ‘pon-pon’, from ‘peep-peep’ to ‘booouummmm’, from ‘yaare-kooogaDali’ to ‘zaraaa-zaraaa’, from brake-horns to reverse-gear. Anyone out there on the road is sure to get high on this part of pollution. It doesn’t matter whether one is out there on a vehicle or by her/himself.

The kind of “music” one puts on in the name of horn is clearly a way to identify the necessity of psychoanalysis and therapy there on. There are various categories of rider/drivers too. uncles, born-uncles and kids are the major of them and born-uncles consume the larger area. This is the group consisting of young to young-adult to adult. Age and sex no bar definitely. Wo! Wait! We are deviating from the main topic…

What would you say when you hear a born-uncle honking on a almost empty road, and s/he is riding on the edge of the road and honking at the only person simply standing and looking amazingly puzzled by the empty road and the horn. You will have to teach your imagination to think a bit when the horn says “pyaaaeeeeeoooooooonnnn” extended for two a minute or two as if someone is improvising notes in Lento for a detuned sax. In layman’s words it would sound like ‘ayyoooooooooo’ ( “hoytallappo… bitbiDappooo… ayyooo” kind). Is that what makes them push that button…? Also if they are adult-adults you can tell them they have learnt riding/driving only after they have crossed 52.

When heard something like ‘pom-pom’ ‘pompom’ , if you look the owner of the instrument, s/he would have look which seems like asking quick questions .. “wo!? … en?… yaake? … naDi munde?!!” etc. And those people who tend go fast where they should not be… yeah yeah.. those young college kids who go so fast (showing of the speed and everything related) will have absolutely different pattern. God knows why they go so fast! No one, neither the rider nor the beautiful distractions can see each other clearly! (whats the fun!?) And don’t ask me what did I prove going slow!! Anyways as per the current syllabus we are supposed to talk only about whats in the mind of button pusher and accordingly anyone can tell s/he is a young-adult with a push of a button.

And major of the rest of the crowd is the am-late-to-office uncles…u know them when they the push button starts their mouth too. These days you can see them honking on the footpath as well… luckily usually there is only one way traffic. and Pedestrian!! whats wrong with you? why did you come out of house in the first place?!

And all the songs twisted, turned, battered and put into a thing called horns. And mobile phones too. Darn diluted sense of satisfaction and greater sense of false superiority and what not (Is there a branch in psychology for this now?!) This could remind you to take your daily tranquilizer shot. And of course you can easily tell that the uncle three streets across has got a new vehicle when s/he take 20 minutes reverse and park the vehicle. Mind you all this time the horn attached to reverse gear has to be on with full volume blasting…

hmmm… well that reminds me what once my brother told me “Dogs bark ‘cos they are scared”! Well lemme think …
oh! Not to forget the pleasure one gets by just blocking the way for the n-wheeler honking from behind endlessly 🙂