Well, no its not the random typing of the keys but a word! Yea, you read it right... Its a word! Well, Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia is a fear found in the Western Christian world which indicates that the number 666 is linked to Satan.
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Dont ask why I put this word here! It was just due to the sheer length of the word. So since there's nothing I want to write in this, lets end this... catch ya soon with something more interesting.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Monday, October 23, 2006
"...my blessings are always with you"
[ding]... and the door opens. Its great to be home after 3-4 weeks! Mom, dad, sis... everyone is so happy! The TV's playing loudly, but who cares... and then I move in. My eyes fall on that part of the room where someone, who is as happy as everyone else in the room, is eagerly waiting for me! A broad, shy smile on the face that's seen so many things, makes me realise my importance... its him... my 'Ajobaa'...
<a few years later>... and I think of watching the Marathi VCD that my dad has sent to me from India. Sipping coke and feasting on the self-made breadroll I put on the CD... The CD's playing... suddenly a drop of tear rolls on my cheek... I miss him. All the memories, lying in dust, suddenly get washed by a strong force of water, some of which has come out of my eyes in the form of tears... I close my eyes and I see the part of my house where a man with white hair and creased body used to sit and smile whenever I returned home...
<flashback>... he handed me the Rs.100 note and said to me in a breakin voice, "Jaa, ek masta ice-cream gheun ye... party pack" ("Go, get an ice-cream... party pack"). I could not take this... I returned the same note to him and said, "Asude ajobaa, mi aanto, tumhi hey theva" ("Let it be grandpa, I'll get it, you keep this")... I ran to the ice-cream parlor and got the newest flavour. That night the ice-cream tasted awesome and everyone enjoyed it a lot...
... and it was time for me to leave. Had to catch the 6 am bus to Pune since I had to be in office by 9:00. I wear my shoes without putting on the lights cause he's sleeping there. But I can see the eyes open and looking at me... They are saying something... "Lavkar ye parat..." ("Come back soon"). I understand what those eyes are saying to me... "Chalaa ajoba... yeto mi. Kalji ghya" ("Ok grandpa... I'll be back soon. Take care") He sits up and gives his blessings to me. And I leave...
<today>... i still have the kashmiri shawl he had gifted to me before I left for my first job to Hyderabad. He had gone to the market himself and got me the shawl. Dont know how much he bought it for but I know its worth - priceless!
Miss you ajobaa... really... wish you were with us at the time I left India and even when I come back to India...
~me
<a few years later>... and I think of watching the Marathi VCD that my dad has sent to me from India. Sipping coke and feasting on the self-made breadroll I put on the CD... The CD's playing... suddenly a drop of tear rolls on my cheek... I miss him. All the memories, lying in dust, suddenly get washed by a strong force of water, some of which has come out of my eyes in the form of tears... I close my eyes and I see the part of my house where a man with white hair and creased body used to sit and smile whenever I returned home...
<flashback>... he handed me the Rs.100 note and said to me in a breakin voice, "Jaa, ek masta ice-cream gheun ye... party pack" ("Go, get an ice-cream... party pack"). I could not take this... I returned the same note to him and said, "Asude ajobaa, mi aanto, tumhi hey theva" ("Let it be grandpa, I'll get it, you keep this")... I ran to the ice-cream parlor and got the newest flavour. That night the ice-cream tasted awesome and everyone enjoyed it a lot...
... and it was time for me to leave. Had to catch the 6 am bus to Pune since I had to be in office by 9:00. I wear my shoes without putting on the lights cause he's sleeping there. But I can see the eyes open and looking at me... They are saying something... "Lavkar ye parat..." ("Come back soon"). I understand what those eyes are saying to me... "Chalaa ajoba... yeto mi. Kalji ghya" ("Ok grandpa... I'll be back soon. Take care") He sits up and gives his blessings to me. And I leave...
<today>... i still have the kashmiri shawl he had gifted to me before I left for my first job to Hyderabad. He had gone to the market himself and got me the shawl. Dont know how much he bought it for but I know its worth - priceless!
Miss you ajobaa... really... wish you were with us at the time I left India and even when I come back to India...
~me
Perplexed
... things which seem to take you away from yourself and then you find yourself in this oblivion; unimportant and unwanted.
The mind deviates, runs fast, turns around - upside down & nothing seems right... how could it seem right... you got to be placed right for that!
Thoughts, vision, speech - everythin's blurred. You feel the world's started to hate you! You cry out loud inside, "i am the same one... i am good... forgive me for all the things i have done wrong...". But its not heard. It just stays put inside. On a random day, the screech comes out in some form and makes things worse! Its not deliberate... its not wicked... its human... it really is.
... not easy. Sudden realization of the vastness of life, the complexity of being, the intricacy of relationships. You tend to get pulled back to the past - the sunny days and the hearty laughs, the stupid jokes and the serious talks, the togetherness and the being apart.
... and then i start singing... perceiving things are in place... everything's all right... i have a chance... but the moment doesnt last long... i dont mind living in that moment endlessly, looping infinitely... but there's always an 'exit' and i have to leave the moment...
Hope... is all that is. Belief... is what should be. i hope... and i believe. Dont ask me why... cause i will jus say that its meant to be!
~me
The mind deviates, runs fast, turns around - upside down & nothing seems right... how could it seem right... you got to be placed right for that!Thoughts, vision, speech - everythin's blurred. You feel the world's started to hate you! You cry out loud inside, "i am the same one... i am good... forgive me for all the things i have done wrong...". But its not heard. It just stays put inside. On a random day, the screech comes out in some form and makes things worse! Its not deliberate... its not wicked... its human... it really is.
... not easy. Sudden realization of the vastness of life, the complexity of being, the intricacy of relationships. You tend to get pulled back to the past - the sunny days and the hearty laughs, the stupid jokes and the serious talks, the togetherness and the being apart.
... and then i start singing... perceiving things are in place... everything's all right... i have a chance... but the moment doesnt last long... i dont mind living in that moment endlessly, looping infinitely... but there's always an 'exit' and i have to leave the moment...
Hope... is all that is. Belief... is what should be. i hope... and i believe. Dont ask me why... cause i will jus say that its meant to be!
~me
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