Wednesday, July 25, 2007

A letter ...

Dear ,

I am writing you again… You know this is not the first letter I am writing to you and will not be the last one also. I just wanted to pour some of my thoughts and emotions into it. It was raining slightly… and I was looking through the window. Slowly, unknowingly, I submerged myself into the memories of our past years… When I met you for the first time… I just met you as I would meet any other stranger.
I did not even had the least thought that I would be blessed with such a beautiful gift in future (please….I need not tell you that it’s you…It’s so obvious).
Even after so much digging the old memories, I could not recollect when did we start dreaming together? There are so many dreams that we dreamt together… some realised and some are yet to be. Those days of trekking with you still make me feel energetic! That moon, which we gazed at, is still with us… I had felt as if only two eyes are gazing her. Even you too must have felt the same thing, I guess.
Sharing thoughts with you is really amazing… You come up with brighter ideas. You are more creative than me, I should accept. No matter what, I see many of your hidden talents and creative ideas blossoming and getting shape. My secret dream (you know it of course, before you no secrets) is getting transformed into reality. I really cherish all your success.

Let us not boast we are the perfect pair. We both know it… we have many differences of opinion even after having so much to call ‘our common things’. It’s also true that we accept each other unconditionally, because, it’s very true that the more you judge; the less you love. Apart from all these differences, we can share and discuss anything under the sky from a broken pencil to black-hole theory of Stephen Hawking! Really amazing isn’t it? We have accepted each other; hell with the word ‘perfect’.

Leaning on your shoulder, resting my head on your lap and holding your hand were all so comforting to me. Walking by the side of the river with hand in hand has provided me strength and support. Your arm around my shoulder tells me everything… still I don’t know… I am waiting for those actions to come to me in the form of words.

Come; let us dream together once again.

With lots of love - Best half!

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Death - A feeling


It was 4:15 AM when I woke up.
Stupid thing about Japan is , it's already sunrise time at 4:45 AM.
Well before the show starts its the lights before the dawn that wakes you up.
I had to check my watch twice to make sure it's not 5 AM ( The time I had kept my alaram ).
Its really Me who wakes up the alaram !

So with a blank mind I fell back on the bed to catch up the remaining 45 min of disturbed sleep.
A little time had passed and it was a disillusional state and suddenly I felt , I am on my Death Bed.
The feeling was weird.

I was weak.
I was counting my breath.. I could feel the moment approaching when i would be taking my last breath.
I was drifting in to a semi conscious state to be awakened at a higher state.
But there was that attachment or some kind of pulling , I could not explain.
The nostalgic attachment for the body that housed, kept me as human.

Then I just let it go ...
Now I know , some where down the subconscious there is that attachment, that craving.
There are lot many unanswered questions that needs to be answered or needs to be nurtured.
For I know , for some of the questions the time is not ripe.

Weird Thots 0.1

  • Virginity is not dignity. Its just the lack of right opportunity.
  • I am one of my kind. As God never makes mistakes again and again !
  • Your biggest loss is the money u can make but don't make.
  • Trust but verify.
  • Forgive but don't forget.
  • Memory is what I have instead of a view.
  • A life that ends with death is a life not worth living !

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Observations

Observations 1:
On Sunday - 01.07.07 , I saw two cars parked by the side of the building, where I stay. The cars were neatly parked one behind the other. Somehow, the total setting looked unusual. When I went nearby and realised , that front car had been touched by the backside car. The body was pressed a Bit just below the rear number plate. The owners of the vehicles looked as though in deep thoughts. There was silence and no fighting ! After half an hour , When I returned I saw the backside car owner talking with the police man.
Moral :

1. Japanese people fight with a hushed voice ! ?
2. No physical fights or raised voices.
3. No settlements on their own. ( May be because of insurance policy )

Observations 2:

On Friday , While returning from Office it was almost midnight and trains were almost full to the brim. I was standing pressed between two ladies and a person was standing beside me. In a turn the persons not holding on to any thing, lost balance and a wave of humans fell on me and I in turn on the person next to me. I could regain my balance as I was holding the grip above. But the person next to me, who was holding the top part of the grip handle, some how cut himself. Must be something sharp above the grip handle. The blood started rushing out in currents. In matter of seconds his whole palm was red with blood. He was desperately searching for tissue paper and found none. No one cared or bothered to look also. I looked at him and in turn he too looked. We exchanged a dry looks. Then I pulled out my handkerchief and extended to him. As far as I knew Japanese people do not accept the help immediately. I was thinking whether the person next to me will accept my handkerchief. He gladly accepted. While I got down in the next station, in that rush also, he almost bent himself to around 30 degrees and thanked me, ' Arigato ' .

Observations 3:

I have never heard car owners blaring their horns in Japan. Even Cycle bells too , I have not heard. I usually joke that, Japanese cars will not have horns. All the foreign cars that are sold in Japan are mandatorily need to remove the horns ! , that's what I joke. While crossing the road, the vehicles taking the turns from the side roads usually allow the pedestricians to cross the road. They do wait, patiently. Unlike in India , they do not horn at the people.Horn is dummy here. When I call my friends and folks who are residents of Banglalore, I hear lot of traffic horns in the background. The background noise is really high.