The land of the five rivers...

hmm....

A lot has happened in the last few days.. I have moved and am now living in Chandigarh, in Nothern India. Wile Chandigarh is a Union territory (meaning that it is fedral territory and does not belong to any state), it shares a lot of it's culture with Punjab. In fact it is also the capital of the states of Punjab and Haryana....

The appended text is from a letter i'd written to a friend describing the place and my feelings about moving here... Happy reading.
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Staying here in Punjab, the land from which I hail is a very different experience. I feel like a traveler who after a long journey has returned home. The people, the food, the culture, everything here makes me feel so much at home. I dunno why. I’ve never lived here bfr… In fact bfr I came here I was apprehensive – I wondered how it would be, I’d heard about rich, uneducated landlords and buffoons. I’d heard of lawlessless and anarchy and of a land that does not respect it women. I’d heard to hot headdenss and a changed topography. But what I found has left me speechless…

Wide open spaces with lots of greenery, a air so fresh that one feel charged at all times, water in the tap so pure that one could drink rigt out of the taps…. Food so yummy tht the stomach is full, but the heart wants more. Bread so soft that I’ve barely eaten rice since I reached here….. I’ve not taken to any place as soon as I’ve taken to this one. I’d really like for you to come and spend some time here with me. I’d like to introduce you to some real Punjabi food and to show you a part of this country I’ve called home since I was born and to show you a part of the land from where I culturally hail…. I’ve never felt this way bfr. I’ve traveled and seen quite a lot of places, I’ve lived in eight other places apart from Chandigarh. But somehow this is different. In a very weird way. The closest I can come to explaining the feeling is – homecoming.

I wish you weren’t going back and I wish tht we could be together. But then as they say, Que sera sera….

Lots of love,

Jaideep

hhmm....

I am really happy today. I have been telling almost everyone I know about my blog and a few ppl have actualyl been kind enough to read the blog and then to also comment on some of my work!

It makes me feel honored to know that i have such wonderful people around me. Infact a couple of ppl even called me up and requested that i read out the last post to them.

I am feel all inspired and can literally feel the creative juices flowing once again. Life sure has it's own ways of moving up and down!

As i was speaking to people and reading out my own post, i suddenly realised that there was another, very powerful kind of human being who had not been addressed in my last post...

I have appened this to my previous post...

Do use the link on your left to send me mail to jsut leave ur comments...

aios amigos,
Jaideep

It seems that there are those of us who treat life as journey to be completed. So intent on reaching the destination that they just miss out on the fun of the trip. Though they know not (or atleast pretend that they don’t know) what the destination is, all they want to do is to rush toward it. Not wanting to stop and smell the flowers along the way. Not wanting to sit and admire the sunset of that glorious evening. Not even smile at the angel that touches them. Not waste anytime at all...

Then it seems like there are those of us who treat life like a blank page waiting to be filled. They want to write a story. The story of their lives. They expect a lot from life. They want to be the authors of their own destiny. Even they have no idea what the final destination is, or where life will finally take them. Or what words their pens will draw on the sheet of their lives…

Then again there are those who think that life is just another... Another what? They think that a lot of things happen that they cannot explain, it is mysterious, magical, scary, uncontrolled and wild… Life too just happens. Just like the rising sun, the singing of the birds, the falling of the rain, the beating of the heart. They do not make those things happen, they just happen. So why bother...

But then there are those of us who just love life. For no reason whatsoever, we are hopelessly in love with it. Everything is so beautiful. Perfect. So wonderful that no matter how bad things get, they could always be worse. These are the people I personally am inclined to like more than the others. They are the ones who are always full of jest. Full of wonderful warmth that infects the others around them with a feeling of joy. There are also those who have learnt a lot in life. They know that life is not all that bad, as it seems the first time around. They too travel. They have acknowledged that there is still more to be learnt. They take all the time in the world getting from one place to another. Though they may not be travelling all that fast, they are getting there. They lead a quiet life, not getting into any tangles just enjoying the simple pleasures that life has to offer.

There are also those who live life like a battle to be fought. Like many wars to be won. They fight. With people around them, with things that happen; wth themselves. They struggle through life giving each task everythng they have. They wonder if there was a ever a god - for if there was, then would he have ever let those thngs that happened, happen? They struggle, and fight and sacrifice. But to what end? What is their stand? What is their cause? Who are they fighting against? What is their live's mission? They just go on fighting and fighting and fighting....

Then there are those who awaken and suddenly discover that they have already embarked on a journey. And that they have lost a lot of time. They start doing their best to make up for that lost time. Running, scrambling, panicking, crying, sobbing, laughing, getting hysterical, taking a deep breath. But doing…

But from those too there are those who lead a life a life so complex, so intricate, that maybe even God himself could not help but smile at the life that they have led. They rise from the bowels of poverty and want, from a position where love and care, and comfort are but mere words in the mouths of others. They lift themselves up from there to a position where they can now give to those less fortunate than themselves what they had once craved...

Stories of those who rose from rags to riches are not wanting. But even of those there are the people whose lives takes them a full circle. Bringing them back to the very crossroads of life from where they had once started their journeys. They think that they will never again look their old ways, but can one predict what colours life shall weave?...

sunday musings...

In pursuit of my new found determination to make sure that i keep this blog updated, Here I am...

In the morn of a lazy sunday, mug of coffe in hand i bang away at my key board. "Whatever for?", i hear myself ask. Is there anyone who actually will ever even read this?

Anyways.. I ahve got around to telling a few ppl that this place exists and i have been getting pretty interesting feedback on the blog. A friend of mine was really curious abt what had happ on the 12th of march? To be very honest, i'd forgotten. When i read read my posting of that 12 of march 2004, it hit me that the post was intense indeed. But what happpened on that day to make me post that post, I have no clue! :)

Then there was another person who came back and told me that the posts seems to be forced! That got me thinking. How can posts be "forced"? I mean it is not like ppl put a gun to a man's head and say "write". I look back at my own blog and think, i have been irregular. Why? Is this important to me at all?

I sit and i ponder, seeing the clouds in the coffee... There seems to be a larger issue here........ I used to write. Infact I was working on two books of my own. And then something happened. Somwehere down the line I stopped. I kept fooling ppl into believeing that i still wrote, and tht my works were still works in progress. But c'mon! Gimme a break! No one can have work in progress for nearly half a decade! That is just so unbelieveable!

To me writing is important. It is an important outlet for all that i think, feel, experience. I want to get back to writing and more. I want to restart a life and here i am.... This to me is important. It matters not who reads this, or wht they think. What matters is that I write!

However, you sending in ur comments / mails will really help motivate me. ;) Use the link to your right and send me a mail. Also any comments / tips on how i could improve this blog are most welcome!

adios,
jaideep

misc musings...

hi...

this is once again a post after ages. Life just seems to go on and on an on for ever, wihtout ever taking a break.. what i've also realised (as of last weekend) is that YOU have to take a break. And not expect life to take a break - pretty obvious, but when it hits you, it hits you.

Its like having the knowledge and then having an insight, two completely differnet things...

why is life like this? infact wht is life itself?.................... more this soon... think abt it...

jaideep

Fairy tails...

One day, many, many years ago a young person chanced to log into his blogger account after many days of wandering in the wilderness of the big bad internet!

There he saw an invitation, a proclamation of a grand party that was being hosted by the biggest king in honour of their recent IPO (which, I must add was a smashing success).

So this young peasant decided to walk in and see what the fuss was all about. He submitted his application and voila! A few hours later he was told that his application had been accepted! He was overjoyed. He rejoiced and celebrated at having got the opportinity to participate in Google's AdSense Programme.

Now the poor shepard waits for his efforts to bear fruit! As he waits, he requests you to please click on the ads so that he can start earning a few pennies a day...

Till tehre is more happening in my life,
adios!

PS> Tomorrow is my birthday. So if u wanna drop me a line, click on the link to your left and a mail will come to me....

girl with a movie camera

Hey Dudes!

Just saw this site.... and expereinced a mixture of emotions! Joy at seeing a person doing a wonderful job with the space they have, and depression at not knowing how i could get my place too to look at good as that! sigh...

I guess I'll just have to wait and learn... You can check out the blog at the address below......

girl with a movie camera

oops! I forgot to update this blog!

hi!

It has been ages since I last posted anything at all... I have decide to be more frequent from now on. I promise!

The past some times have been full of ups and downs... I have been living a good life in the conventional sense. But then there are always things to do, people to please, and of course our dear ol' Murphy (of Murphy's law fame) to handle! Sigh.... tht sure is a long list, ain't it?

I have decided to have a nice humourous lean to this blog... So my next task is to try and create sections here that will help me categorize the humour like Work, Mature, Dumb Boss and so on... Can anyone tell me how I can add additional pages to my blog? Is the only alternative another blog? My god! please let it not be so....

oops! The boss is here... Do mail in ur comments, ideas and suggestions so that I can update myself and the blos more frequently...

adios amigos!

Pressing matters...

hey guys....

it has been a long time since i've updated this but then there were rather pressing matter that I was caught up in. Nothing very important really, but just small stuff like my term end exams and the completion of my prost-gratiation and other small and unimportant stuff like that..

Anyways. I am back now and am really wondering if anyone ever even reads any of the stuff that i say, or put up on my blog. I know that ppl I've asked / told to visit my blog, rarely (i'm being too generous, the right word is NEVER) even bother to visit. So i guess it is a sad lonely place, just like it sez in the description... it is indeed the place u come to when ever one else has thrown u out, but as the adage goes, a friend in need is a friend indeed...

Adios amigos...

This and the now...

Hi.. Today is a day of mixed feelings. It was a day first of apprehension. Then one of relief.. Then it was a time of sorrow and of time to reflect on the things have have happened; on the life you've lived and of the 'friends' u think you've made... Then it was a time of deep pain and agony to learn that people who were important to you did not really care as much as you thought they did. It was time of realization. Of knowing that it is not always that ppl who u think are important think the same way about you. Times change, people change, priorities change, relationships change..... It hurts.

But sorrow and pain are a part of life. Maybe they are what is life... Is it not that sorrow and pain are the truth, the reality? After all beauty, joy and happiness are but things that come and go in fleeting seconds.. But sorrow and pain... That hole in your heart is something that will remain for a long, long time. The pain u might not notice for a few hours when you are happy (just like u don't notice the hurt when you are on pain killers...) But it is there.. It is the reality below all the smiles and laughters and joy and happiness......

Sigh........ Sometimes I wish I was not. But I wish, and therefore I am. But what am I? What is my reason for being? But asking mean believing and believing means that it is.........................

Jaideep....