Wednesday 31 December 2008
For you ..
Here's my wish for you for the new year:
If thy deeds are good and thy heart is pure
From resoluteness thou are not demure
To thee, if it means that much too
Thy dream would most certainly come true.
Sunday 14 December 2008
Where have I been? On a whale ship!
You haven’t read from me for many weeks now. Yes, your sources have conveyed the true picture; I have been working day and night. You see, I am trying to keep the world from sinking because I believe that in these hard times of recession, telecommunications (alone) can save the day. If you missed the link between the two, then you’re probably just a bored surfer who landed at my blog accidentally and didn’t get to know that I’m into the telecommunications industry and that I specialise in interstellar communicational devices that are powered by the thermal increases causes by microbial growth. Makes perfect (non) sense, n'est-ce pas?
Anyhow, this is probably one of my first weekends when I've not been saving the world from drowning into the depths of the recessional darkness. And decided that my blog-baby needed mumma's love and attention and so I'm sitting here cross-legged since the last 2 hours, trying to write about the things close to my heart, read social reform, but have been constantly pulled away from doing so by random friends who unreasonably fume. So, what if I haven't been in touch for months and have appeared to have vanished by being hit by some mysterious asteroid? I still remember them once every financial year! Oh ok, if you don't fall into the category mentioned above (bored surfer) and happen to be one of my close friends then you've probably going to want to punch me in the tummy! Alright alright, I accept I'm bad at keeping in touch. Hmmm, that’s me what else can I say.
Somebody stop me from digressing from the subject at hand. Sitting cross-legged for two hours isn’t exactly very comfortable to my seat. Coming back, I wanted to tell you that occasionally, while we travel to work and back, we talk about the happenings in the human infested world. And my knowledge about the world around me is probably a little more that what I know about ancient methods about surgery. They read the newspapers and watch the news before they start for the day and they have an opinion about everything that I don’t know about. And all I do is wish that I had vanished in a puff of smoke. Then there is Tonu. She makes me wonder if she is talking about the same world I live in. Its almost as if I live on an uninhabited island. Why? Oh, she talks about corporate social sciences and world financials and other subjects that I think sound good only in the creamish yellow-white documents that are called newspapers in the more populated parts of the world. So, enthusiastically I decided to keep myself up-to-date with the latest happenings on the globe and read the Times and watched some CNN IBN online. Wandering around browsing news site to news site, I felt disinterested. I love reading and I love learning about the world. But tales of political manipulation and financial jugglery absolutely leave me feeling depressed. Truly, that is not the sort of stuff I enjoy reading about.
And then I happened to start reading about the whaling ship Essex. I bet every packet of maggi in my house that you didn’t know that she sailed the South Pacific hunting sperm whales till one of those toothy giants decided to strike the 240 ton ship till it sank. Anyhow, I felt my brain craving to know more, I read all about it. About the whales, the ship and the sailors. A few of the crew escaped in life boats and landed on an island. Feeding on fish, birds and vegetation, they soon exhausted the islands natural resources. As the island could no longer sustain them, most of them decided to move to other islands. Excessive sodium and a deficiency of magnesium in the sailors diets resulted in blackouts and bizarre behaviour. With food supplies running short and sailors dying, those alive not only resorted to cannibalism, but also started to draw lots to determine who would be sacrificed for the survival of the crew. Only a few remained after all the desperate measures of survival. Meanwhile attempts were on to rescue the survivors at sea and the few that stayed back on the uninhabited island. A distressing story, perhaps an inspiration for a movie, that has left me wanting to miss dinner. So much for my yearning for current affairs. Well, I cant write anymore about this, guess, I’ll need to close this post here. When I wanted to write an unorthodox post, this wasn’t what I had in mind.
Anyhow, this is probably one of my first weekends when I've not been saving the world from drowning into the depths of the recessional darkness. And decided that my blog-baby needed mumma's love and attention and so I'm sitting here cross-legged since the last 2 hours, trying to write about the things close to my heart, read social reform, but have been constantly pulled away from doing so by random friends who unreasonably fume. So, what if I haven't been in touch for months and have appeared to have vanished by being hit by some mysterious asteroid? I still remember them once every financial year! Oh ok, if you don't fall into the category mentioned above (bored surfer) and happen to be one of my close friends then you've probably going to want to punch me in the tummy! Alright alright, I accept I'm bad at keeping in touch. Hmmm, that’s me what else can I say.
Somebody stop me from digressing from the subject at hand. Sitting cross-legged for two hours isn’t exactly very comfortable to my seat. Coming back, I wanted to tell you that occasionally, while we travel to work and back, we talk about the happenings in the human infested world. And my knowledge about the world around me is probably a little more that what I know about ancient methods about surgery. They read the newspapers and watch the news before they start for the day and they have an opinion about everything that I don’t know about. And all I do is wish that I had vanished in a puff of smoke. Then there is Tonu. She makes me wonder if she is talking about the same world I live in. Its almost as if I live on an uninhabited island. Why? Oh, she talks about corporate social sciences and world financials and other subjects that I think sound good only in the creamish yellow-white documents that are called newspapers in the more populated parts of the world. So, enthusiastically I decided to keep myself up-to-date with the latest happenings on the globe and read the Times and watched some CNN IBN online. Wandering around browsing news site to news site, I felt disinterested. I love reading and I love learning about the world. But tales of political manipulation and financial jugglery absolutely leave me feeling depressed. Truly, that is not the sort of stuff I enjoy reading about.
And then I happened to start reading about the whaling ship Essex. I bet every packet of maggi in my house that you didn’t know that she sailed the South Pacific hunting sperm whales till one of those toothy giants decided to strike the 240 ton ship till it sank. Anyhow, I felt my brain craving to know more, I read all about it. About the whales, the ship and the sailors. A few of the crew escaped in life boats and landed on an island. Feeding on fish, birds and vegetation, they soon exhausted the islands natural resources. As the island could no longer sustain them, most of them decided to move to other islands. Excessive sodium and a deficiency of magnesium in the sailors diets resulted in blackouts and bizarre behaviour. With food supplies running short and sailors dying, those alive not only resorted to cannibalism, but also started to draw lots to determine who would be sacrificed for the survival of the crew. Only a few remained after all the desperate measures of survival. Meanwhile attempts were on to rescue the survivors at sea and the few that stayed back on the uninhabited island. A distressing story, perhaps an inspiration for a movie, that has left me wanting to miss dinner. So much for my yearning for current affairs. Well, I cant write anymore about this, guess, I’ll need to close this post here. When I wanted to write an unorthodox post, this wasn’t what I had in mind.
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