Money is the root of all evil.
I've never completely reconciled myself with this belief but I experience it more and more in daily life now. It can do wondrous things to relationships. Its proven even in fairy tales. Cinderella and Snow White both married rich princes and so did Rapunzel. The story wouldn't have been quite so enduring or glamorous if the princes hadn't been rich and if they didn't have big castles to party. The princes could condescend to fall for the pretty but poor stereotype simply cause they were lucky enough to have the money for such frivolities. I hope for the sake of all the children who grew up reading these tales including me that the prince didn't remind the poor girl about the money she didn't bring with her during recession. :p
I wish I could learn to make more sensible decisions about money but despite all the pitfalls I've had, I still find myself frequently heavy at heart and light in my pockets.
Sometimes in my most desperate moments I've imagined that I've become fabulously wealthy and have hired a financial manager who keeps the tabs on money which I'm so pathetic at doing myself or maybe make me a pauper depending on the kind of mood I am in at the time. A dream should be entertaining if nothing else.
Nov 23, 2011
Oct 11, 2011
I am starting to enjoy the genre of gothic novels. I wish I hadn't read my first, 'Wuthering heights' as early as I did. I didn't really enjoy it at the time, being more inclined towards cheery, happy novels. Now I feel that gothic novels are a bit like entire movies shot in the dark and I'm taking my time to start appreciating them.
Its best to pick up a book without being bothered what category it belongs to,I simply picked up Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier because I like the mystery description at the back.It was very enjoyable and I did not know this was a gothic novel until much later.
I have just finished Nathaniel Hawthorne's,'House of the Seven Gables'. The writer seemed so involved in everyone of the characters in the book. I must admit that in the beginning I grew a bit tired of his much too detailed descriptions of the habits of his characters. I wanted the story to get started! When it did start,it was very engrossing. I felt rewarded for my patience when I reached the chapter where we are told the story of the eerie and twisted way a man seeks revenge on the family which was his enemy since the time of his grandfather by binding the girl of the house to him through some spooky magic.
I think I am going to read more dark,creepy novels!
Its best to pick up a book without being bothered what category it belongs to,I simply picked up Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier because I like the mystery description at the back.It was very enjoyable and I did not know this was a gothic novel until much later.
I have just finished Nathaniel Hawthorne's,'House of the Seven Gables'. The writer seemed so involved in everyone of the characters in the book. I must admit that in the beginning I grew a bit tired of his much too detailed descriptions of the habits of his characters. I wanted the story to get started! When it did start,it was very engrossing. I felt rewarded for my patience when I reached the chapter where we are told the story of the eerie and twisted way a man seeks revenge on the family which was his enemy since the time of his grandfather by binding the girl of the house to him through some spooky magic.
I think I am going to read more dark,creepy novels!
Aug 5, 2011
Holiday Homework
I am absolutely thrilled about taking a really long holiday at home very soon! Home, here I come!! 6 years away seems to have drained me of lots of essential things sooner than I like! Here's the grand list of things-to-do to bounce back!
Note to my friends: Anybody got a bicycle that I can borrow?
1. Feed Janis loads and loads of fish and meat so she can outbark the neighbour's dogs whenever they bark at me.
2. Stick lots and lots of colourful charts and decorations on the ceiling so I can imagine I'm in heaven when I open my eyes in the morning.
3. See Rodney Yee every morning for two hours.
4. Categorize and give fun names to the different books in the little library because the words Fiction,humor,horror etc don't cover my feelings for them anymore....
5. Drink lots and lots of lime,water and honey and hope that it drains the toxins of both the body and the spirit! My last coffee shall be in Bangalore.
6. Take slow walks with Janis. Give her lots of time to sniff at whatever's caught her fancy on the road while I take lots of time to sniff at the amazing fresh air and flowers.
7.Maybe bring Pandorasstead back from the dead.
8. Water plants while sparing exactly twenty minutes thinking about lessons learnt and not yet learnt at work.
9. Water plants while spending exactly two minutes thinking of every failed relationship and giving it all a water burial.
10. Trick some unsuspecting, old friend into taking me to Civic Center so I can do number 11 below.
11.Distribute flyers anonymously in Civic center among the guys to spread awareness that skin tight, transparent/netted shirts are NOT for everybody! My public service! Oh and you don't look macho in your black goggles from raipur market when you try to scare me by speeding and whirling your little metal tinkerbike at me when I'm crossing the road.
12. Actually try and work on Dad's idea of making compost at home.
Now we've made a lovely, hourglass figure of 12! Think all this looks ambitious enough for now!
Cheers!!!
Note to my friends: Anybody got a bicycle that I can borrow?
1. Feed Janis loads and loads of fish and meat so she can outbark the neighbour's dogs whenever they bark at me.
2. Stick lots and lots of colourful charts and decorations on the ceiling so I can imagine I'm in heaven when I open my eyes in the morning.
3. See Rodney Yee every morning for two hours.
4. Categorize and give fun names to the different books in the little library because the words Fiction,humor,horror etc don't cover my feelings for them anymore....
5. Drink lots and lots of lime,water and honey and hope that it drains the toxins of both the body and the spirit! My last coffee shall be in Bangalore.
6. Take slow walks with Janis. Give her lots of time to sniff at whatever's caught her fancy on the road while I take lots of time to sniff at the amazing fresh air and flowers.
7.Maybe bring Pandorasstead back from the dead.
8. Water plants while sparing exactly twenty minutes thinking about lessons learnt and not yet learnt at work.
9. Water plants while spending exactly two minutes thinking of every failed relationship and giving it all a water burial.
10. Trick some unsuspecting, old friend into taking me to Civic Center so I can do number 11 below.
11.Distribute flyers anonymously in Civic center among the guys to spread awareness that skin tight, transparent/netted shirts are NOT for everybody! My public service! Oh and you don't look macho in your black goggles from raipur market when you try to scare me by speeding and whirling your little metal tinkerbike at me when I'm crossing the road.
12. Actually try and work on Dad's idea of making compost at home.
Now we've made a lovely, hourglass figure of 12! Think all this looks ambitious enough for now!
Cheers!!!
Jun 7, 2011
Peering through rose colored glasses.
Over time,the glasses before our mind became rose colored. Here's the story of how it came to happen.
As we stepped into life's dim and bright alleys on our unsteady feet,we longed for great many things, we sought thrill, we wanted to unravel mysteries,to explore the limitless possibilities the world offered, above all we wanted to love and be loved with no restraints for wasn't that the biggest adventure of all ...
We were growing up and we saw a great many things,some dull,some bright,some dark and some disturbing cruelty,some moving stories of compassion and some rich laughter..
However as time passed, we tasted the sweetness and bitterness that was life, we grew frustrated..there seemed endless pain in our path and there seemed to be more bitterness than sweetness.
It seemed that we would never get what we desired so much... We decided to accept this fate by telling ourselves that this was probably a good thing,We wanted permanence,an end to these obscure unpredictable days.We felt too fragile for adventure. Stability and comfort felt more desirable than the excitement of walking the edge of a precipice. Now we had stability and a certain control over our own destiny,this delicate balance would be preserved only if things continued just the way they were.Who wanted the excitement and turmoil of boundless emotions anyway? We had enough of that sort of a thing. We could take what life gave us and be contented with it.You would not find us planning glorious tales of adventure anymore or jumping to touch the rainbow as were our foolish dreams once.
In this way, through the years, we achieved a state of stability.We felt contented in security.We felt confident in the knowledge that came from our multitude of experiences. We became comfortable with our ideas and instincts about the world as everything happened exactly as we supposed it would. Experiences gave us glasses which not only protected us but also gave us a sharper world view. As we grew more and more comfortable with our loneliness,there was nothing unforeseeable or unpredictable anymore. We painted our glasses rose red as nothing out of the ordinary could happen to us. We held the strings to our own future.
The only thing was that the world wasn't pink though it seemed to be that to us. It was changing even as we had stopped changing.
We stood at the side of the pink sea.The waves suddenly leapt in the air in a way they weren't supposed to and tossed to us in a flash of crimson,a key. Our heart pounded when we realized that we could have what we had always longed for at a time when we had stopped longing for it. The rose colored glasses didn't allow us to see that there was anything different in our hands. Nothing was worth the effort of travelling that painful path again.If it was ours,it would come to us on its own. Hadn't our experiences taught us what came of jumping into things headlong and letting go of ourselves? We would not chase butterflies again even if they promised to lead us to the end of the rainbow. We would not regret this. Or would we?
As we stepped into life's dim and bright alleys on our unsteady feet,we longed for great many things, we sought thrill, we wanted to unravel mysteries,to explore the limitless possibilities the world offered, above all we wanted to love and be loved with no restraints for wasn't that the biggest adventure of all ...
We were growing up and we saw a great many things,some dull,some bright,some dark and some disturbing cruelty,some moving stories of compassion and some rich laughter..
However as time passed, we tasted the sweetness and bitterness that was life, we grew frustrated..there seemed endless pain in our path and there seemed to be more bitterness than sweetness.
It seemed that we would never get what we desired so much... We decided to accept this fate by telling ourselves that this was probably a good thing,We wanted permanence,an end to these obscure unpredictable days.We felt too fragile for adventure. Stability and comfort felt more desirable than the excitement of walking the edge of a precipice. Now we had stability and a certain control over our own destiny,this delicate balance would be preserved only if things continued just the way they were.Who wanted the excitement and turmoil of boundless emotions anyway? We had enough of that sort of a thing. We could take what life gave us and be contented with it.You would not find us planning glorious tales of adventure anymore or jumping to touch the rainbow as were our foolish dreams once.
In this way, through the years, we achieved a state of stability.We felt contented in security.We felt confident in the knowledge that came from our multitude of experiences. We became comfortable with our ideas and instincts about the world as everything happened exactly as we supposed it would. Experiences gave us glasses which not only protected us but also gave us a sharper world view. As we grew more and more comfortable with our loneliness,there was nothing unforeseeable or unpredictable anymore. We painted our glasses rose red as nothing out of the ordinary could happen to us. We held the strings to our own future.
The only thing was that the world wasn't pink though it seemed to be that to us. It was changing even as we had stopped changing.
We stood at the side of the pink sea.The waves suddenly leapt in the air in a way they weren't supposed to and tossed to us in a flash of crimson,a key. Our heart pounded when we realized that we could have what we had always longed for at a time when we had stopped longing for it. The rose colored glasses didn't allow us to see that there was anything different in our hands. Nothing was worth the effort of travelling that painful path again.If it was ours,it would come to us on its own. Hadn't our experiences taught us what came of jumping into things headlong and letting go of ourselves? We would not chase butterflies again even if they promised to lead us to the end of the rainbow. We would not regret this. Or would we?
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