Panjim to Riabandra....
Monday, July 11, 2005
Friday, July 08, 2005
Freedom!!!!
Freedom!!! the sacrifices mankind has done for it. Hundreds of thousands of people gave up their lives, with the hope that it would somehow give their future generations the freedom that was their dream. Sadly though, the freedom from occupying forces only brought out the absolutly corrupt politicians out to conquor and rule over us for the rest of our lives. And these guys we cant even drive out of the country, as they claim to have the public mandate. ( too bad, the mandate can be bought rather cheap)
Well what go me talking about this freedom, that we often end up taking for granted is the latest on the little blue bird. The little guy, for all of you who were following his story, apparently got all his strength back. That after consuming around half a kilo of rice and some goldfish food over the last week or so. And winning the hearts of his so new care takers ( till now they thought they were the owners) he finally took off.
Yes the care takers were sad. But me for one was very relieved and happy. Not over the the poor caretakers sadness, but cause the guy got his freeedom back. Cant bear to see a bird in a cage. Way too painful. Birds are ment to fly the open skies not sit in cages. With this guy, was worried he may never fly again, but guess he had one last fight left in him after all.
Cheers little one... it was a pleasure having you around. and all the best, its a mean world out there.
Well what go me talking about this freedom, that we often end up taking for granted is the latest on the little blue bird. The little guy, for all of you who were following his story, apparently got all his strength back. That after consuming around half a kilo of rice and some goldfish food over the last week or so. And winning the hearts of his so new care takers ( till now they thought they were the owners) he finally took off.
Yes the care takers were sad. But me for one was very relieved and happy. Not over the the poor caretakers sadness, but cause the guy got his freeedom back. Cant bear to see a bird in a cage. Way too painful. Birds are ment to fly the open skies not sit in cages. With this guy, was worried he may never fly again, but guess he had one last fight left in him after all.
Cheers little one... it was a pleasure having you around. and all the best, its a mean world out there.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Friendship...
Let me not leave any stones unturned here, Reddys recent wedding and the circumstances surrounding it have had some effect on me. Well some of it not my own doing, here the credit goes to Reddy for increasing the pressure on the last of the remaining class of 93 to pass out of Loyola, to jump into the ditch (marriage wagon ) where a large group of those who either jumped in themselves or were pushed in by surprise await us. Yes the parents are already talking, what about, you! When are you going to …… etc. Well guys don’t laugh too much, we ( Prasad and me, still single, here in India ) still can claim to have the better of the deals.
Freedom as we know it, you guys can never taste again, But thanks, now to Reddy its almost down to the last few breaths (at least in my case). None the less it’s accepted as a necessary part of life that has to be, someday (the question being how far can that someday be pushed).
But the main thing that got me writing this, were old memories of our School and college days. Of the old hangouts, and the cycle rides, the picnics to the Parvath and the games of monopoly (ones that I always used to loose), the days spent playing carom and evenings, cricket. Of collecting stamps and reading library books. Of the fights in School and the great times we had. Life seemed to be in a different plane altogether back then. Every thing was so dam easy and yet the smallest of decisions brought on the greatest of fear, anxiety and tension. I ask myself, any thing I would want to change from back than? Well! Its something I don’t know yet, May be sometime after I am 60 year old I may feel like changing some bits, but for now guess I will let it be.
Those were the days of the deepest of friendships and bonding I can recall all my life, It seemed, friends back than were to be as they were, for life, and how the perspective changed. Yes the friends are still there and some, still going strong, but its been a while already since each choose his own path in life, some going divergent ways and some convergent. Today it’s the most unlikely of bonds that seemed to have survived the weathering of time. Definitely no regrets there, but a passing thought on how life changes beyond expectations.
One of the lessons friendship thought me in life, was how life changes people. And here I don’t just mean in physical appearance. People change right from their roots in virtually every sphere and aspect of life, given the right stimuli and circumstances, and that in my books is the essence of life. The people once much admired and adored can turn out to be the ones you can’t stand and the one you shun and abhor, the best of comrades. For now if I feel sorry its only for those people who don’t know or accept this fact of life. For its them who loose out on the best of opportunities life throws their way. Finally the sights and sounds of the world are there for all to see over and over again, but a beautiful friendship and a relationship comes once in a lifetime.
This here is a tribute to all my friends, guys, life would not be the same without you. Yes we have seen ups and downs, the good and bad times, the sad and happy occasions, but wherever you are today, you have had a significant effect on one life, my life, an effect I am both, happy and proud of. Thanks for being yourselves and, being there. You mean the world to me….. Here’s thanking you guys for everything and wishing you the very best of luck for the future.
Ok now don’t go off on a tangent as usual wondering why I am writing all this senti stuff, out of the blue. Meeting Reddy and seeing him get married reminded he of our old time and got me into a very sentimental mood, that’s all, not lost my marbles yet…..
Freedom as we know it, you guys can never taste again, But thanks, now to Reddy its almost down to the last few breaths (at least in my case). None the less it’s accepted as a necessary part of life that has to be, someday (the question being how far can that someday be pushed).
But the main thing that got me writing this, were old memories of our School and college days. Of the old hangouts, and the cycle rides, the picnics to the Parvath and the games of monopoly (ones that I always used to loose), the days spent playing carom and evenings, cricket. Of collecting stamps and reading library books. Of the fights in School and the great times we had. Life seemed to be in a different plane altogether back then. Every thing was so dam easy and yet the smallest of decisions brought on the greatest of fear, anxiety and tension. I ask myself, any thing I would want to change from back than? Well! Its something I don’t know yet, May be sometime after I am 60 year old I may feel like changing some bits, but for now guess I will let it be.
Those were the days of the deepest of friendships and bonding I can recall all my life, It seemed, friends back than were to be as they were, for life, and how the perspective changed. Yes the friends are still there and some, still going strong, but its been a while already since each choose his own path in life, some going divergent ways and some convergent. Today it’s the most unlikely of bonds that seemed to have survived the weathering of time. Definitely no regrets there, but a passing thought on how life changes beyond expectations.
One of the lessons friendship thought me in life, was how life changes people. And here I don’t just mean in physical appearance. People change right from their roots in virtually every sphere and aspect of life, given the right stimuli and circumstances, and that in my books is the essence of life. The people once much admired and adored can turn out to be the ones you can’t stand and the one you shun and abhor, the best of comrades. For now if I feel sorry its only for those people who don’t know or accept this fact of life. For its them who loose out on the best of opportunities life throws their way. Finally the sights and sounds of the world are there for all to see over and over again, but a beautiful friendship and a relationship comes once in a lifetime.
This here is a tribute to all my friends, guys, life would not be the same without you. Yes we have seen ups and downs, the good and bad times, the sad and happy occasions, but wherever you are today, you have had a significant effect on one life, my life, an effect I am both, happy and proud of. Thanks for being yourselves and, being there. You mean the world to me….. Here’s thanking you guys for everything and wishing you the very best of luck for the future.
Ok now don’t go off on a tangent as usual wondering why I am writing all this senti stuff, out of the blue. Meeting Reddy and seeing him get married reminded he of our old time and got me into a very sentimental mood, that’s all, not lost my marbles yet…..
Monday, July 04, 2005
3rd july 05
hey, sunday!!! great to have you back, never mind the tear in my eye while i see you off, its always nice to have a old friend along who can have such a profound effect on my activities.
The days continue to shoot past at the speed of light, and life goes on in the slow lane but not very much as per plan, as new dynamics open up new windows and avenues the old questions arise again to haunt. what....where.....when....how.....
Anwers? not that I can see any yet. Buts life's thought me to wait and watch. the view always changes as you approach your destination ( remember the curvature of the earth ) It lets you make better decisions if by than you have got the basics clear in your head. For now its all a matter of focusing on the mast visible on horizon. Cant afford to loose sight.
So you will prob be asking yourselves what did this guy eat this sunday? well not to worry too much. Was up to my usual ways, out there and getting wet in the rain. ( for those of you who would still like to know, had plenty of jackfruit, yummmm.... just loving it...)
Went exploring the salaulim dam today. the place has potential. well for those of you who have seen bigger it prob does not mean much, but this place has its own charm. The sad part though was the missing water. All the rains so far have not really managed to raise the water level enough to make an impression as you probably notice in the pics. Apparently that only happens by August end. May visit the place again by than. Will keep you guys informed.
The days continue to shoot past at the speed of light, and life goes on in the slow lane but not very much as per plan, as new dynamics open up new windows and avenues the old questions arise again to haunt. what....where.....when....how.....
Anwers? not that I can see any yet. Buts life's thought me to wait and watch. the view always changes as you approach your destination ( remember the curvature of the earth ) It lets you make better decisions if by than you have got the basics clear in your head. For now its all a matter of focusing on the mast visible on horizon. Cant afford to loose sight.
So you will prob be asking yourselves what did this guy eat this sunday? well not to worry too much. Was up to my usual ways, out there and getting wet in the rain. ( for those of you who would still like to know, had plenty of jackfruit, yummmm.... just loving it...)
Went exploring the salaulim dam today. the place has potential. well for those of you who have seen bigger it prob does not mean much, but this place has its own charm. The sad part though was the missing water. All the rains so far have not really managed to raise the water level enough to make an impression as you probably notice in the pics. Apparently that only happens by August end. May visit the place again by than. Will keep you guys informed.
Friday, July 01, 2005
The Little Blue Bird
On the 28th of June we got a surprise visitor. A dashing and beautiful blue bird dropped by home. Wish however that his trip had been a nice relaxing vacation like many birds take in my mom’s wild garden.
This little guy however virtually lived his life out of a soap. This is his story.
The discovery…
Mom was casually strolling through the garden-taking stalk of the flowers when she noticed the crows, they were fixated onto something lying on the ground and trying to catch it. It was out of sheer curiosity that mom decided to drive them away and see what it was they were after….. and there it was lying wounded on the ground. Like a brave soldier who had fought with his life for his motherland, on the verge of giving it all up but not until that last gratifying breath all of which he owed to the country of his birth and for which he would gladly give it all away.
Yes, the brave little blue bird was incapacitated ( for all you animal lovers, there were however no apparent signs of any broken bones or big time bleeding, but the guy was severely dazed. ) and badly in need for the second line of defense to step in to save his fort. That is were I came in, or rather mom called me in. Not that my contribution was too much to his cause given that I had no idea where his fort was. The guy to us was a total stranger, one, of whose kind we had never seen around, so we took him in hoping he would recover to fight another day.
The first few hours were tough as we tried to figure out his kind, with our common book of reference not being of much use. The most important thing was to figure out what he ate in order to make him recover his strength back. The guy was however too dazed to bother doing much at first, displaying no fear of the large ugly humans trying to poke and study him. With the greatest reaction being shutting his eyes when we approached his temporary home made out of a breadbasket with a lid.
It was several hours later that the guy was moving a bit in his makeshift camp and this is when our experiments started taking a scientific turn for the good. The water definitely was getting his attention but none of the other items we hoped he would munch on seem to catch his fancy. The mango, the date, the chilies, the bread, the nuts……. Nothing. This had us worried when at last almost by accident mom hit the nail on the head, rice grains! That was it, he was starting to eat, soon after we discovered he liked crushed gram (moongfaai). After that it was stuff the little guy contest, at home. We just wanted him to eat, drink get better and go back home. None of us don’t have the heart to see a brave little guy like him caged like a prisoner of war. No he deserved better.
After a marathon session of feeding it was time to let go. So there we went out with the soldier in his bread basket, meant to head his way home. But tragedy struck with the poor guy refusing to fly away from the old bread basket that he now had adopted for his own. A possible sense of loss, a defeated little soldier of fortune with no where to go. It was a heart breaking scene for us who had to get the poor guy back home to ensure that the crows did not get on to his case again.
The day passed uneventful, as the only thing that continued was the feeding. With the hope that another dawn would rekindle a new spirit, And it indeed appeared so when the next morning seem to have brought with it a new sense of vigor and strength in the little guy. He was dancing all over his make shift camp and even making some delightful sounds every once in a while. With this came a new sense of hope amongst us. And we decided to give him a trial go home run by letting him out of the cage, but inside the house. The experiment however was not very encouraging, as the guy could only seem to muster very little flight and showed little or no fear for us. It was than that it dawned upon us that the guy may actually be some ones domesticated pet. A humble slave to someone’s wishes instead of the brave little guy he had at first seemed. And this awakening brought with it the sad realization that in the given case the smart little slave may not be apt for survival in the harsh environment around him. Where only the fittest survived and the meanest ruled.
Were we stuck with him, a creature we couldn’t see caged and who could not survive free. It was one of those little twists in life that left nothing but a bitter taste in the mouth. It was than that it dawned onto us that we could put up the guy for adoption, and the takers would be a dozen a penny.
So as of now destiny’s little slave has been taken up by my cousin, whose little kid (Riyha) is absolutely crazy over him. I wish him a full life and pray that one day he gets to be the soldier, that the glint in his eye told me he could be.
Will update you guys on his life and times as and when more news follows. For now enjoy his snaps and admire his grace and beauty while he was still with us.
This little guy however virtually lived his life out of a soap. This is his story.
The discovery…
Mom was casually strolling through the garden-taking stalk of the flowers when she noticed the crows, they were fixated onto something lying on the ground and trying to catch it. It was out of sheer curiosity that mom decided to drive them away and see what it was they were after….. and there it was lying wounded on the ground. Like a brave soldier who had fought with his life for his motherland, on the verge of giving it all up but not until that last gratifying breath all of which he owed to the country of his birth and for which he would gladly give it all away.
Yes, the brave little blue bird was incapacitated ( for all you animal lovers, there were however no apparent signs of any broken bones or big time bleeding, but the guy was severely dazed. ) and badly in need for the second line of defense to step in to save his fort. That is were I came in, or rather mom called me in. Not that my contribution was too much to his cause given that I had no idea where his fort was. The guy to us was a total stranger, one, of whose kind we had never seen around, so we took him in hoping he would recover to fight another day.
The first few hours were tough as we tried to figure out his kind, with our common book of reference not being of much use. The most important thing was to figure out what he ate in order to make him recover his strength back. The guy was however too dazed to bother doing much at first, displaying no fear of the large ugly humans trying to poke and study him. With the greatest reaction being shutting his eyes when we approached his temporary home made out of a breadbasket with a lid.
It was several hours later that the guy was moving a bit in his makeshift camp and this is when our experiments started taking a scientific turn for the good. The water definitely was getting his attention but none of the other items we hoped he would munch on seem to catch his fancy. The mango, the date, the chilies, the bread, the nuts……. Nothing. This had us worried when at last almost by accident mom hit the nail on the head, rice grains! That was it, he was starting to eat, soon after we discovered he liked crushed gram (moongfaai). After that it was stuff the little guy contest, at home. We just wanted him to eat, drink get better and go back home. None of us don’t have the heart to see a brave little guy like him caged like a prisoner of war. No he deserved better.
After a marathon session of feeding it was time to let go. So there we went out with the soldier in his bread basket, meant to head his way home. But tragedy struck with the poor guy refusing to fly away from the old bread basket that he now had adopted for his own. A possible sense of loss, a defeated little soldier of fortune with no where to go. It was a heart breaking scene for us who had to get the poor guy back home to ensure that the crows did not get on to his case again.
The day passed uneventful, as the only thing that continued was the feeding. With the hope that another dawn would rekindle a new spirit, And it indeed appeared so when the next morning seem to have brought with it a new sense of vigor and strength in the little guy. He was dancing all over his make shift camp and even making some delightful sounds every once in a while. With this came a new sense of hope amongst us. And we decided to give him a trial go home run by letting him out of the cage, but inside the house. The experiment however was not very encouraging, as the guy could only seem to muster very little flight and showed little or no fear for us. It was than that it dawned upon us that the guy may actually be some ones domesticated pet. A humble slave to someone’s wishes instead of the brave little guy he had at first seemed. And this awakening brought with it the sad realization that in the given case the smart little slave may not be apt for survival in the harsh environment around him. Where only the fittest survived and the meanest ruled.
Were we stuck with him, a creature we couldn’t see caged and who could not survive free. It was one of those little twists in life that left nothing but a bitter taste in the mouth. It was than that it dawned onto us that we could put up the guy for adoption, and the takers would be a dozen a penny.
So as of now destiny’s little slave has been taken up by my cousin, whose little kid (Riyha) is absolutely crazy over him. I wish him a full life and pray that one day he gets to be the soldier, that the glint in his eye told me he could be.
Will update you guys on his life and times as and when more news follows. For now enjoy his snaps and admire his grace and beauty while he was still with us.
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