Om...

Om. It is the root of all sounds. Every other sound is contained in it and it takes one beyond all sounds.
Every other day when I step on to the yoga mat, close my eyes and start my yoga class with the chant of Om, I can feel the power in this word.
Yoga is an art that has been practised for hundreds of years. As for me, just 3 months into it and I'm in love with this art. I look forward to my yoga classes and would'nt miss them for anything.
A little bit about my yoga teacher. He is an extremely funny man. He cracks his PJs when you are in the middle of a very difficult asana, makes you laugh and you gotta do it again.
He says I am his favourite student. Thats because I somehow find a way to do every asana wrong!
But trust me, it actually feels good when you just don't feel the stretch until you make an adjustment of a fraction of a centimetre and you suddenly start feeling the stretch. Or when the yoga teacher says, just use your will power and imagination and breathe from your left nostril only. And ya, after a few unsuccessful attempts it actually works. And thats when you feel a supreme sense of control! Or when he says, focus on a point in between your eyebrows. You might wonder, how does that help? But if a slight bend in the chin at a certain angle can cause an internal change in the body, I'm sure this one also does something.
The relaxation that one feels after Shavasana is probably a testimony to the power of yoga. Coz in shavasana you are not doing anything except lying down dead and shifting your focus to different parts of the body. And its surprising how you get up feeling so relaxed.
It is a form of art that requires you to be fully present in the moment. So, there was this day when I went to class with a totally distracted head and came out just the same. So, from that day onwards I know that to get value out of it, I need to be present, both physically and mentally. In this hurried existence called Life, I am happy that by virtue of my yoga classes I manage to be totally with myself for at least a few hours every week.
Given the fact that I am staying alone, yoga class which is conducted in my apartments also helps me build a social circle. So, the other day it was really nice getting introduced to this bengali lady in the yoga class. We sometimes greet each other now with a 'kemon acho'.
All in all, its been a wonderful experience so far and as they say - to find out what it is all about, you have to practice it.

Coming back to Life, and to blog...

I am back. After the long hiatus. I had forgotten that I used to blog, that I used to write; until I was reminded by a dear friend to start writing again. This new start I dedicate to you.
I've given my blog a new look, a new life.
When I looked back at some of the posts, I couldn't help but laugh at the negativity behind them. Euthanasia, literally good death, was appropriate and those posts were hence cremated.
I come back with a resolve - to stare straight into the shining sun....!

Sunshine!
- Sweta , Aug 12, 2008

Music

"Take a sad song and make it better" - Hey Jude, Beatles.

What if I say? - " If you are sad, take a song and feel better" .

According to Wikipedia - Music is an art form consisting of sound and silence. For me, the sound and the silence is therapeutic. So many times I've felt broken and a song has mend my soul. So many times I have taken a walk with music plugged into my ears and when I have looked up at the vast blue of the sky, I've found myself transported to another world.
And I so feel like agreeing to what the wise little boy says -That God must be a musician. He must be, coz he tells me to go listen to a song whenever I am upset.
And then when I sing along, it dosent really matter if I am not in melody, coz I can sing like no one's listening and scream all my sorrows out.
And then there are songs which you associate with some people and though the people may not be there in your life any longer, whenever the song plays anywhere, you get reminded of them. And then you sing -
"A long, long time ago,
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile. "
But yes, I can be sure when I say - The day the music dies will be the day that I die."

Mysore - I bid you adieu!

6th May 2007 - I miss the Chamundi Express to Mysore. Somehow manage to arrive still.
The beauty of the campus captivates me.
5th June 2007 - I move into my rented house. It soon becomes home. Though I don't quite like the workplace, I feel good at home.
7th September 2007 - Moving out. Bidding goodbye to the beautiful city.

I remember the tears trickling down my face when I had known that I shall be in Mysore for good. Fast forward and a silent tear wells up again when its time to bid goodbye to it.
Its strange how this city has made me feel. Its strange for me to say that I will miss it somewhere. I have cribbed enough over the fact that I was here but there is no denying that this city will somewhere be a part of me forever. The face of this city will occupy a permanent corner in my heart.

Having lived in a big city all my life, this was an experience for me. I can say that there is no denying that this place is beautiful. I love the weather here, the rains and the gulmohur trees. I love my house. It was a luxurious place to stay in. I was surprised but yes, the road is a main road. The buses going uphill wake me up every morning. I will miss the walk to the bus stop. There have been days when I have walked down this road and felt the closest I could to nature. I can't pinpoint why. Its a small place. No malls, no theatres. Most people speak Kannada. and I know what to say when they speak to me in Kannada - Kannada gote illa ( I don't know Kannada). Its strange how strangely xenophobic I have felt here sometimes. Like a foreigner. Have met some nice people here. Some not so nice.
Work wise this city hasn't given me much. The kitchen in my house here is where I have learnt to cook. I love the Mysore palace and being a guide for it. I have been there too many times. I have wanted my family and all my friends to come and visit me here. I have wanted to show my home to them, my city, the places I have discovered here. I feel a certain amount of possessiveness with this city, because I am the only one here amongst all my friends. So I feel that its my city where I want to show them around, where I want to be their host.
Life in this city is not as fast as it is in others. My company is probably valued most by the people here. They feel they owe something to the company because they have helped in its development. And this gratefulness makes me feel nice that I am a part of this organisation. There have been very few times when I have felt this otherwise. People here are simple, very. Those handful of nice eating joints that we have discovered here some how mean something to me.
There have been times when I have felt bored in this city. Super bored. And I have wanted to just escape from here.
There have also been times when I have felt that I want to retire in the peace and tranquility of this city, sitting in a rocking chair in my balcony with ear plugs in my ears and a book in my hand.
Strange gestures I have come across. Like my milkman shaking hands and wishing me independence day when he came to deliver milk on the 15th of Aug. In a big city, no one would care a damn to do that.
Auto wallahs have recognised us and greeted us at the bus stop. Could'nt imagine this in a place other than Mysore.
I have felt what it means to provide employment. My servant calls me 'amma' and she started to cry when she got to know that I am leaving. She got me a note in Hindi written from some one saying that -' please ask the next owner of the house to employ me'. She thought that I didn't understand that when she tried saying the same thing to me in the morning in Kannada. I wanted to tell her that I had just begun to understand her. And yes, I was surprised to find my throat choking when she brought me that note. I guess I will buy her a gift before I leave.

Though I have cried here over my loneliness and over work, I will miss Mysore. I will miss my house. Sorry, home.

I bid you goodbye Mysore. And leave you with the hope that I will be back sometime, maybe to fulfil my retirement dream! Till then, be as you are. Don't turn into what a big city is. Stay like this always!

Blabber!

Scene 1: Waking up on a week day morning and not wanting to go to work.
Scene 2: Waking up on a weekend and thinking how the day will see its end. Another day to be passed.
Scene 3: A smile on the face at night after knowing that another day is some how over.

Now, freeze these scenes in your mind.

"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view-until you climb into his skin and walk around in it". This is what Atticus said to Scout Finch in To Kill a Mocking Bird. And so, when there is someone who says that I should do this and do that, I get reminded of Atticus. He was wiser than you and me. Anyway, why am I justifying. Its my writing space and I am writing for myself.
Imagine that you are alone in a big two bedroom house alone for 2 days. After a not-at-all-hectic 5 day week, even if you pray to get some sleep, you don't. Yes, you have the phone and the Internet with you if you call it anything close to your interaction with human existence. And Imagine, when in such a situation you feel that you wish anybody could tell you to go to office. Revert to Scene 1. Is this what you call an irony?
Picture this! You so want to go a holiday for the extended weekend and you can't go, not because you don't have money.But because you don't have the right company.
Money. I have been quite intrigued with this. People have such different concepts about money. I pity those for whom earning money is the end all and be all of life. Money is important, no doubt! The laptop and the internet connection I am using right now all come for some amount of money. I recognise that.
But then, isn't money a hygiene factor and not a motivator? Should'nt it be a means to an end and not an end in itself? I really believe in this. That money is a means to an end and not an end in itself. Another irony of my life? Yes, another! I don't get anything apart from money in my current job.Nothing! And the fact remains that I never wanted to work for money anyway!
But then I guess we all learn to get along with the system, fake a smile, lie, and compliment. And I will also learn this. Its just a matter of time. Maybe I shall also learn. Maybe I better learn!

Boredom

Sleep. Scrap.Check many profiles. Mail. Scribble.Games.Read one page, flip two more, go back and read another page, shut it, go back to it, read a page, flip two more. SMS. Call. Chat. Eat. Sleep.Scrap.Login.Logout. Scribble.Weep.Sleep.Change channels.Walk. Stretch.Newspaper.Sudoku.Calvin. Hobbes. Horoscope.Blogger.Job Sites.Refresh. Scrap. Sleep.

"Life is like a twice told tale vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man".
How is it for you?

The first pessimist

Some one wrote:

Love resides in the gap between desire and fulfilment
It breathes in the lack not the contentment
It is the ache, the anticipation, the retreat
Everything around it but the emotion itself.

This is what I wrote back:

Disappointment resides when the gap is never bridged
There is so much lack I cannot breathe
The ache, the anticipation dosen't end
What remains is just a mixed bag of emotions.

I sometimes feel that I was the first pessimist born on this planet. Some would refuse to agree with me on this because I keep up a smiling face most of the time. But, these days, I am a perpetually cribbing woman. I 've always been a pessimist. I have always looked at the negative side of things first. Sometimes this pessimism just surfaces more often compared to other times and these days have been those days. And when the ocean of pessimism inside me is too full, then I indulge in high doses of humor. The child within me comes alive. I crack the silliest of jokes and laugh at myself. Or it is then that I write, write to my hearts content; till it fills the emptiness, the lack. And it is then that I feel content.
To all those whom I have troubled with my pessimism, I hereby apologize. But I promise, that I will continue.!