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Sunday, November 29, 2009

dog blog..

it was 3 am.. and i was working in my office that day/night/morning.. whatever you want to call it.. i took a break and was staring at the vending machine as usual trying to hypnotize it for a bar.. most of the times, it doesn't work..

suddenly, i heard some creaking/crawling noises on the other end of my corridor.. curiously, i followed the noises.. on the far end of the cubicles, the sound increased with scurried movements and all.. i paced up and checked the offices to find a cat pounce suddenly into the vicinity..

i have no idea, how a lonely cat ends up in the office at 3 am.. probably the cat was thinking the same about me..

i didn't know what to do exactly.. so i looked up the security desk number, and asked them to take care of it..

interesting to know, what it takes to decide on the same course of action in India...

anyways, after the paw-y scar, i resumed work.. by the time i was done, i was tired and left at 5 am.. now, on my way back out of the open parking, i stumbled across the same cat.. i didnt think much of it (as this blog proves) and left..

i reached home, parked and it was cold.. i started humming a song as usual.. partly because i was listening to the same, and mostly because the cold was shivering the hell out of me.. i.e. most of me..

"i'm unbreakable, unstoppable, i'm invincible," and all those -bles.... possible

and i heard 2 dogs barking straight at me.. 5:30 am in front of my house... they would have startled anyone.. including me.. and they did.. now one of them was a Labrador and the other was a grownup post-hit-in-a-costco-truck-survivor type of rat... so i'm guessing a chihuahua..

i was singing.. and obviously this made them very unhappy and agitated.. i wonder when these traits passed on to the canine group from humans.. nevertheless..

now, who walks their dogs at 5:30 am in that cold? and who barks at my songs? (it's rhetorical.. so hold it)

the girl who had a leash on the dogs... said a hello.. and i said.. 'the barking was totally uncalled for..' i had listened to me before, i thought for some time and said.. 'the barking was a little uncalled for..'

she smiled and said.. "maybe they identify with you.." i said, 'sarcastic.. terrific."

i went home and went to bed.. i put on a playlist and my desktop background had a labrador and a cat.. sitting and staring at me.. cheeky..

Thursday, November 26, 2009

show - first words

i had the most different 3-4 months.. of my working time so far.. lot of adjectives come to me, but 'different' always fits in...

i have lost count of the quiet thoughts, that flash through.. tempers soaring high, changes happening left right, odd hours, constant weight, head down perseverance, high stakes, lonely times and a few things on the self front..

i have no idea, how sanity prevailed.. but i know that i am tired.. exhausted..

i say all these, simply because i am narcissistic and have a big head.. in reality, these things are insignificant, irrelevant and immaterial.. not a big deal at all...

lately few other things have joined the party to gobble up time.. contra, ninja, tv shows, video songs, my scribbles.. obsession level..

i have so much fun with them that i decided, things need to change.. hence i got mario, excite bike, halo 3 too.. and if that doesn't change things.. i need to get nfs/forza with the racing wheel and also start scribbling something else..

anyways, i was thinking of the tv shows i watch and enjoy, alone/with my friends.. and its ridiculous when i try to associate them with the first symbolic words/phrases that i can think of...

as such, you could stop reading here (if you have reached so far) or continue to, if the migraine hasn't hit yet.. so here goes nothing..

Fringe: freaky
House: you SOB.. everybody lies, everybody cries..
The Big Bang Theory: (knock knock) funny, (knock knock) funny, (knock knock) funny!
How I Met Your Mother: When will I... (wait for it)..... know about the Mother!
Two and a Half Men: Hi Alan, Jake, Rose, Berta...... Satan!
Numb3rs: what doesn't mix, if fbi and calculus can!
The Office: Blunder Shuffling! This is Wham!
Heroes: Now there are more Heroes..
It's always Sunny in Philadelphia: Beer, Dee, And a Gang happy and gay!
V: ??
Scrubs: Newbie, i'm no superman. that's what i am talking about.. lack of imagination, five. backbone barbie..
Lost: fate, damn it! run.
24: i'll explain in the car.. (rajnikanth should name all his movie 2.5)
Entourage: freeflowing chicks and kicks
He-Man: the strongest man on a pink spaghetti top and purple bottoms
Planet Earth: human beings are the blot!
Sit Down Shut Up: looks like mom calling..
Charmed: the power of rice will drive our choice.
Jeeves and Wooster: Yes, Indeed Sir!
Friends: could it be any more.. oh wait.. deja vu... how u doing?
Seinfeld: nothing! that's a shame.. it's not a lie if you believe it..
Mr. Bean: spotlight, focus, action! crrrrraaaaazzzzzzyyy

Arrested Development:

Tobias: Well, Michael, you really are quite the Cupid, aren’t you? I tell you, you can zing your arrow into my buttocks any time.
Michael: Okay, you know what you do? You buy yourself a tape recorder, you just record yourself for a whole day. I think you’re going to be surprised at some of your phrasing.
Tobias: Butterscotch! Want a lick?

Prison Break: of alcatraz, shawshank and origami! michael, what's the plan?

Sunday, November 22, 2009

dancing blurs

of late, i have been writing a lot.. (not good stuff obviously) i was writing a couple of totally different things..

my friend read some of the bits.. finally she told me, "congrats dude! you suck at versatile levels now"..

made my day... :) she is very considerate in her comments..

and i felt like taking a break from it..

what better way to scribble a few lines so worse and random, that i feel the former are better and get back to it..
so this becomes a post while i get back happily to the different stinking ones... here goes nothing..

finger tips, ripple the surface, rings;
extreme lights, the mecca a view sings;
too much the horses swiveled the dust,
as i rolled the lens, same sea and sand.

the crazy kids run on a focused sky-drop;
the fishing net, imprinting on the drops;
charred bricks and moss, diamond shapes;
the holi colors, slow speed, faces a prop.

under the sky, every city, colored roads;
the mahal, floors ahead in sulken cracks;
a lone camel, vast sand, orange skies;
there is longing, my frame has those colors.

the beghu folk dance flutters, on flames;
in space, the carvings and grace blurs;
a pilgrimage of child scribbled lines;
ashore a green top hill, the white lines.

magnifying lens, a beam and the sparks;
scorching to a hustling kiwi on ice;
forget a tripod, flash, filter, meter;
still i lock the dancing blurs! oh Snap!

Sunday, November 15, 2009

the constant

one of my favorite TV shows (and who's not) is 'LOST'.

simply for its directorial precision, especially in the earlier seasons. i cannot imagine how they connected the dots between every scene. and for most, the show rocks because of jack and sawyer, i guess.

and one of my favorite episodes is 'The Constant'.

this scribbling has nothing to do with the show or that episode.in fact it has nothing to do with anything (not even sense) as usual.

it's probably just the sunday afternoons which force out the monday words..
so here goes nothing.

oh, who am i kidding? must be myself;
shifts my mind to times, a turbulence;
as i return to the crest and troughs;
thoughts to n fro, jump through years.

it's ok! say closed eyes, be the past you;
shhh! say open eyes, here, lost are you;
not till the voice in my head freaks, quivers;
but spot on with the bearings; never wavers;

flashes don't mean anything, not even pain;
difficult it is in the maze, you can't train;
a car, a wall, an ear, a mirror; to rebound;
who am i kidding? it's only one i ever found.

a beam of energy hits, awakens, prodding;
i run through the maze again, toddling;
toggling my conscience, caught in warps,
i sit quietly, as i oscillate on the lapse.

then i know, an anchor, i need a constant;
i tell my voice not to change, i'll come;
as i search for it, no, its not solitude;
then i find, and its not anywhere else.

all this is me, imagining things;
i understand now, i make a big deal;
my voice asks, 'then why do you do it?'
i say, 'beats the hell out of me'.

when reasons go, stopping the thought;
guess still, one thing can go wrong;
and when everything goes wrong,
i know Murphy will be my constant.

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

CRY Standup Comedy

recently i tried a stand-up comedy act, at a CRY charity event..
eventually i had to pay off the organizers, audience and the microphone guy to pull it off..

the laughter is a little muffled, because i didn't buy their brand of beer, to the audience. plus it could be remotely related to, what i was saying too... in any case, here goes nothing...


my grandfather did it better, when he just scratched the bellies of his grand-kids..

one thursday smile

i had a nasty flu, last wednesday, thursday and friday.. in fact, i write this because of an interesting, yet ridiculous thing i realized..

i slept off on wednesday afternoon... then i remember friday.. i know i slept through thursday, with food n medicine obviously being sneaked in somehow. (though i have no idea when) and then there was friday..

now there are a lot of stuff you do when you are well 'n kicking... but when unwell, you just curl up.. (some do when well too) as much as i wondered what the hell happened to my thursday, i was just happy to get well.

its no big deal.. as nothing is.. i mean years run by like flipping pages.. decades pass by, in an instant.

but ONE WHOLE DAY going missing all of a sudden, amidst the running years, was weird for me. i don't remember a single instant of that day..

no matter how fast time appears to go, every night, there is one smile acknowledging the good day that passed... and i have the occurrence of one smile plucked out of the book of my thursdays.. no big deal, as nothing is..

probably there are many blank days, worse days, better things to feel weird of..
but the loss of that '
one thursday smile' was an interesting deviation..

Monday, October 26, 2009

the essay for CRY - children

i am pretty happy, to post this scribbling..

this is part of an essay writing event, i participated for CRY Seattle.. the essay is also uploaded on the CRY site as a word doc..


Challenges of living with differently abled children
-By Raja Nadar

6. A.M in Meridith’s home. She is wary. But something drives her on. She wakes up Percy, who suffers from ADHD (Tourette’s). As a mother, if only she could feel for once, how it is to be a normal parent seeing her kid doing normal things. Instead, she sees the kid struggling on a Lego for hours. This mind is heavy with so many thoughts. Why my Child?

9. A.M in Roshini’s palace-sized home. Her kid, wheels around on a chair. She looks outside the window, where the common Locality, boasts of a garden with kids agile, nimble and playful. She gathers her strength and wishes she won’t break one day. “When will my kid be in that garden?”

12 Noon. Jack heads for school, but watches his brother James drooling behind. As much as mentally challenged James is, Jack would have loved for a Comrade. Instead, James is part of a school with ramps. The special school.

5 P.M. 13 year old Ron is wondering if he could ever be a surgeon. Big dream for a schizophrenic. The world tells him, “It is not going to happen”. The world “sycophantically” tells that.

The timings change, the geography changes. But the basic emotions remain the same. Somewhere along the challenges of being associated with these children, lies a gamut of emotions.

There is courage, hope and a drive. With mothers to make a ‘Forrest Gump’ out of their kids. There is the “silent cries” of their fathers. There is the wily happiness and genuine sympathies from the relatives. There is discouragement, despair, hopelessness to the core, from the world. And of course, there is discontent & disinterest when it comes to many.

The problem is that people feel, having a “differently abled” child is like having a “malfunctioning pivot” which drives the cogs of family machine. Anyone and everyone are affected. Life is different, the world looks different. Routines change. There is always that thought which needs to be echoed, “And for Pery, we can….” It is not easy.

First off, there is “Rejection” as the Primary feeling. “Why me?” “What did I do to deserve this?” Then there is “Anger and Frustration.” Our society works in a particular way. No matter how much they convince you, that everything is normal, you know, more of the opposite. Then there is “denial”. Maybe I don’t have the strength to go forward. And then there is “Acceptance”. Maybe this is how my life is going to be. I need to step up and be the one. These are not the 5 stages of “anything” that I am talking about. My cousin sister is “mentally challenged” and I know what her mom when through and goes through.

Immediate family, extended family, there is no end to the impact. It is a breaking feeling to see that one kid sitting alone, in its own world. Breaking, as a Mother, Father, Brother, Sister or anyone attached.

Words can never express the pain, resolve, character and hope that go with the challenges of living with those children. At the same time, words cannot condemn the “giving up” of individuals, the negative attitude, the discrimination mentality and the world showers upon such kids. Sometimes, one of our own abandons us for being different, for no fault of ours. Why don’t they believe that “I” could be a “Beethoven”, “Edison” or “Stephen Hawking?”

The one perspective we always forget is how the child feels. “A child’s mind is like wet cement. Anything that falls on it makes an impression.” And when the child sees “strength”, “belief” and “encouragement”; the making of a prodigy that seed.

7 P.M. and Meridith thinks. “Another day has passed”. 10 P.M and Roshini puts her kid to sleep. 11 PM and James has no idea of the time. And I watch my cousin, repeating the same set of sentences in a jumbled manner, ending with a seizure, which leaves her passed out and her mom in tears. There are challenges, nobody can deny that. The biggest of them is the “breaking of the Human will”.

But we continue. We sustain the will, to revive ourself and then deal with all the social and cultural challenges associated with a “Different” kid. As Thomas Berry, the American Eco-theologian said,

The child awakens to a universe. The mind of a child to the world of meaning. Imagination, to a world of beauty. Emotions, to a world of Intimacy. It takes a universe to make a child in both outer form and inner spirit. It takes a universe to educate a child. A universe to fulfill a child

- Thomas Berry.

Be it challenges of “Discrimination”, “Discouragement”, “Abandonment”, “Inequality”, “Education” or any differentiating evil, it is our vision and dreams, and more importantly our actions, which determine what these kids can become.

So let us be the “universe” who will fulfill every child, “differently abled or not”, we don’t differentiate. Let them achieve the fullest of their potential. Let every mother, Father and Being, rise to the challenges, and make a champion out of every kid.

I know I did my part towards my cousin, and I’ll continue to do toward all kids.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

fear and the surge

i am scared and nervous, on some days;
no no, not on most of the days;
though i feel it would be on most days;
a few good things, help make those days.

that leaves me with a few scary days;
the cowards never admit these scary days;
life behaves like a bad dog on these days;
even the strongs, act nervous on these days.

its not that i am strong or weak;
not even that i need support and all;
maybe not that i fear the loss of something;
its more often than not, a few of all these.

everybody has the same fears, i know typically;
yet like everybody, i feel i am the most dicey;
sleeping a little, delays the fears a little;
i know what things fix this, little by little.

as much as i fear the nerve-wracking thoughts;
as much as i am sad by the heart's quiet thoughts;
as much withered away by the erosion of resilience;
that much i am scared of those that solve my fears.

see, if my friend makes these fears go away;
see, if a sudden urge in me, makes these fears go away;
see, if the tears make these fears go away;
i fear that the friend, urge and the tears may go away.

there is the urge to fight, standing alone;
there is the urge to be the friend, and fight a fear;
there is an urge to keep quiet and pretend no fears;
as well to just droop and give up on the fears.

time passes by, and it shows ways of handling these fears;
they come and go, like seasons in phases, asking me;
no matter if i figure out an urge to win or lose these fears;
i fear the loss of that urge one day, rest with only the fears.

time passes, fears pass, urge passes, friends pass;
silence and resilience pass, helplessness and pretence pass;
then hope passes once in a while to hold on;
wonder when the string breaks, or just goes taut for a while.