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Hiatus

I dunno about you. But, it did come to my notice that I have not been blogging for a while. This is what happened:

Well, there was a crushing failure. Then there was a period of wallowing in self-pity. I remember traveling and spending time with friends. Then a pathetic whinging and thinking-about-life phase. Finally some action followed by a closing phase where I get out of my lair with a huge and difficult, possibly life-changing decision.

I know..the usual hiatus story. Problem of the matter is, when these things happen, I go back to the very fundamentals of life and start questioning everything. I mean EVERYTHING! Including, but not limited to, the point of this blog. And I am heartened to say that the blog lives!

So I get back here with some simple old-fashioned water color. It’s nothing much, but a simple measure of mental health.

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A Nice Cup of Tea!

Sometimes, when things move too fast..

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..and everything is a blur

I put a full stop and leave my desk

..to make some tea

to get myself out of those gray cold glass chambers..

…to see the colors outside

for that whiff of fresh air..

..and the glorious evening sunlight

to look at the really long shadows..

…and little things on the floor

For the world out there..

..with people not too different

to watch the never ending traffic..

..which I could do forever

If only my cup was that tall..

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Here’s a quote from an essay, which I think is a must-read for all tea lovers.

First of all, one should use Indian or Ceylonese tea. China tea has virtues which are not to be despised nowadays–it’s economical, and one can drink it without milk–but there is not much stimulation in it. One does not feel wiser, braver or more optimistic after drinking it. Anyone who has used that comforting phrase ‘a nice cup of tea’ invariably means Indian tea.

– George Orwell, A Nice Cup of Tea(1946)

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No. That’s not the same as ‘I hate anything Chinese’.

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My Experiments with Truth!

I mean My Experiments with Truth!

Lie to me, please.

But don’t fucking bother, if you are planning on telling the truth later.

Or worse, letting me find it out by myself.

This is what I want to tell all those people who made me, as a kid, to believe in all those impossibly awesome phantasmagoric supercalifragilisticexpialidocious stuff that aren’t real. God is just one among many. Here’s a touching quote from Karen Armstrong‘s,  A History of God in the Chapter Death of God.

One day the Gestapo hanged a child. Even the SS were disturbed by the prospect of hanging a young boy in front of thousands of spectators. The child who, Wiesel* recalled, had the face of a ‘sad-eyed angel’, was silent, lividly pale and almost calm as he ascended the gallows. Behind Wiesel, one of the other prisoners asked: ‘Where is God? Where is He?’ It took the child half an hour to die, while the prisoners were forced to look him in the face. The same man asked again: ‘Where is God now?’ And Wiesel heard a voice within him make this answer:’Where is He? Here He is – He is hanging here on this gallows.’

But then, I guess as you grow up, there is always a point when your God dies or at least stop existing in the same way you thought it did as a kid. And finally when you’re working in a city with days that just don’t end, all you are left with is some form of classification of good and bad things in life. Maybe I can still call the set of all good things God. But, what’s the point.

*Elie Wiesel, Nobel Prize winner

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Lifey #4





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Life, when I am bored, scares the shit out of me!
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Now here’s a funny line. (Thank Ninoy for the link).

The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What’s that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you’re too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs, alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating…

…and you finish off as an orgasm.

                                                                                – George Carlin

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