Jigsaw

ALT+F4

Mon, 21 Jul 2008 18:39:40 +0530

In the evening, I was with the pioneers. Music makers. And there were children as yet uncaring for the world’s approval. I was with uninhibited animals and big eyes. And there was music - noise…

Mybloglog

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 10:42:21 +0530

Mybloglog:

Undergoing MyBlogLog Verification

The Stone Frog

Sun, 13 Jul 2008 16:05:53 +0530

The Stone Frog:

She could not talk. That was her problem. And she could talk. That was also her problem.

Where the mindless noisemakers thronged in big cities wagging their tongues, she was silent. She did not…

Futile Love

Fri, 11 Jul 2008 15:02:37 +0530

Futile Love:

A childhood it was between the first and the second
Each day ended like a spent taper
A mirror you were to me my friend
A diamond unique, refracting my beams
A multifoliate rose,…

50000

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 21:20:14 +0530

50000:

A sloppy sappy kiss to everyone who visited this blog regularly and bothered to comment on all my rants and raves!

My blog stats says that the blog has crossed 50000 visitors so far! This after…

Salvaged Raindrops in the Desert

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 19:42:16 +0530

Salvaged Raindrops in the Desert:

So you asked me

What am I to you?

To me

You are that recurrence of hope
And an anticipation of pain

What is one more breath of oxygen
To a dying man?
Everything and Nothing.

What are you…

Response II

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 15:23:35 +0530

Response II:

Cunning men play
A game of cards with hearts
And betray

Ambitious women delude
In blossoming grey cities
Dry and nude

Melanchoholics weave
Odes to Auld lang syne
Pen sieve.

All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be, I learned in kindergarten....

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 14:00:22 +0530

All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be, I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the sandpile at School. These are the things I learned. Share everything. Play fair. Don’t hit people. Put things back where you found them. Clean up your own mess. Don’t take things that aren’t yours. Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody. Wash your hands before you eat. Flush. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. Live a balanced life-learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some. Take a nap every afternoon. When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together. Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the styrofoam cup: The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that. Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup-they all die. So do we. And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned-the biggest word of all - LOOK.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and equality and sane living. Take any of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or your government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what a better world it would be if all-the whole world-had cookies and milk about three o’clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had a basic policy to always put thing back where they found them and to clean up their own mess. And it is still true, no matter how old you are-when you go out into the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

~© Robert Fulghum~

NASA Scientists Make Magnetic Fields Visible, Beautiful via...

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 19:35:06 +0530

NASA Scientists Make Magnetic Fields Visible, Beautiful

via Gizmodo
http://www.gizmodo.com.au/2008/06/nasa_scientists_make_magnetic_fields_visible_beautiful-2.html

Borrower

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 18:16:49 +0530

Borrower:

The last few times.

Every time I wrote I borrowed some love.

I stole some apples from someone else’s basket

I stole some crystals from someone else’s goblet

I sneaked like a thief and sipped…

At Hyderabad

Mon, 09 Jun 2008 14:24:40 +0530

At Hyderabad:

Ah! At last I have found some time to post in my blog.

Though this break would have reduced my regular readers from 2000 to 2.

I am currently at Hyderabad. Yes friends! I got here last…

"People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate..."

Sat, 31 May 2008 18:37:59 +0530

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that’s holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave. And thank God for it.”

- from Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert (via tumblinas)

One Week’s Worth of Food Around Our Planet |...

Sat, 24 May 2008 13:31:47 +0530

One Week’s Worth of Food Around Our Planet | FixingThePlanet.com

szymon: Pacman food? ;)

Sat, 24 May 2008 03:36:06 +0530

szymon:

Pacman food? ;)

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

Fri, 23 May 2008 17:40:00 +0530

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.
None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.