Today is Ganesh Chaturthi,Teej and today also Jaini say meechami dukkdam!
So to all : Meechami Dukkadam! (bhool chook maaf!)

I think, today i wish to follow what my father had always tried to establish in our household. There is no harm in reading good stuff even if you don't get it, but it is unhealthy (or can be) to read stuff which only makes you negative, even if you understand it well. True especially for people like me who are easily influenced and take happenings in the world personally. :D.

I wish to reform
Reform the world to fit me in
Tame it, to let me be me
I want to fix it for you
In order to fix it for me
And i wish to reform the world
To attain the peace within me

I don't see the flaw
I still don't see the flaw
And i shall continue to reform the world
Until i see it in me.

Where are you thou..Er...my Pen?

When, where and how does it happen? How does a perfectly functioning pen left at peace on the study table, suddenly vanish only to be found comfortably idling around on the ground in the company of one of the four legs of dining table?

And no it didn't start with the pen,it started way back with those little colourful tutty fruity smelling erasers, those long natraj pencils..or camlin may be..Remember.. what happened to them ? As if they had an auto lifetime counter associated with them..these pencils...by the time they reached half their age, they were gone. And those erasers..they managed their act in a blink!

And also those pins ..poor pins by sheer burden of their name they consider it their moral duty to be lost..hair pins, safety pins, cloth pins. Ever tried keeping a count?

And those hair bands,how can we forget them ..some of them are kind enough to show up..but only after the new bunch has arrived!

I scream conspiracy!! As if humans weren't enough for humans that these little objects need to throw their weight around too! Yes we are your slaves we agree....now would you please care to stay where left!

PS: This post is result of the time i spent looking for my pens .all of which have suddenly gone missing!

The Stranger In The Picture

Often i look in to my pictures and see random people. No i am no case of amnesia. They are the strangers who have been captured with me or by me with no intention of mine and no consent of theirs whatsoever. Sometime i wish i knew each one of them. I wonder why were they out there. They could be tourists or people out for window shopping, out for buying quick coffee, groceries or clothes (sigh)! Wonder what would they think if they found out they shared a photograph with me. I feel guilty at times. Guilty of capturing them for lifetime without them having a clue. But then i often feel guilty for nothing right, I could be that stranger in the picture for so many, may be not them per se but others. That is an argument enough to justify lots of our actions, Isn't it? :).

Rating Dilemma

Netflix asks me to rate the movies i watch. Each time.Every time. It is optional but i feel obliged. Quite often and not i am tempted to rate a few, five stars, the max available that is. Rating all in all, any where and every where is a controversial process, as controversial as human nature itself. Few contest that maximum rating should be avoided preferably. This i presume has to do with the status of benchmark that it attains and anticipation of something better to come. Better can not be held in the same league and benchmarking the lesser leaves no scope. The school grading system where the best get As and next Bs doesn't justify. So the pursuit for better deprives the current of it's right of the moment.

But the question is who should decide better from current better for me!