tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38643102011-04-21T18:21:56.698-07:00I took a heavenly ride through our silence<BR> I knew the moment had arrived<BR> For killing the past and coming back to life<BR>Rathishnoreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-1060068263602889212003-08-05T00:24:00.001-07:002003-08-05T00:24:23.563-07:00

My lunch break is waxing at the speed of light, and I have the luxury of the last 3 minutes to get something here "on paper". Before I move further, rhea, nina and aashoo .. thanks for having been there, seen that and left a note. However much you tell yourself that you don't write for recognition, there's a soft spot in the ego that definitely feels better when you know someone felt good coz

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-1060068250245278172003-08-05T00:24:00.000-07:002003-08-05T00:24:10.220-07:00

Did you guys know this ... type a hundred words, get the best words in the best place ... and just when you think, you are going to blog your way to infinity, out of sheer coincidence "crafted to perfection by the ill-luck", your fingers reach for the Escape key, and lo all that you wrote is gone! Is there anything more frustrating than helplessly looking at the screen finding amiss a hundred

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-925321852003-04-13T10:12:00.000-07:002003-04-13T10:12:55.106-07:00

I just lost the last 300 words that wrote and have a clean slate facing me. I don't feel like rewriting it again. See you.

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-907996352003-03-16T03:40:00.000-08:002003-03-16T03:42:21.000-08:00

My last blog is dated 16th February ... and today exactly a month later, Iam back. Suddenly, the drive that moves me on to write something seems terribly missing. I don't know if that's coz my entire life seems like a total non-event, or coz if I've lost this urge to pen my thoughts down to paper... I guess, over these past few weeks, thoughts have taken a shapeless form, hazy and obscure making

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-891946342003-02-16T10:28:00.000-08:002003-02-16T10:29:51.000-08:00

Been a long time since I came here last ... Don't know if it's coz I didn't find anything interesting to say, or is it sheer laziness or a selective amnesia when it comes to fulfilling responsibilities. I shall have to admit that in the last two weeks, I've been a little tipsy turvy with my emotions .. be it an inexplicable sense of euphoria or a dark deep feeling of depression.. Now, when I

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-883764512003-02-01T06:10:00.000-08:002003-02-01T06:10:25.000-08:00

Iam going out on a lonely road... walking on the bed of snow.... the heaven's showering flowers on me .... as white as it could get ... just as we are .. our love is .. and shall forever be

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-880521442003-01-26T09:19:00.000-08:002003-01-26T09:19:52.150-08:00

Hmmm... Another weekend passes by and I don't realise a difference. Now that eachone sleeps under his roof, Iam left with a whole house for myself for most of the following week. Frankly, I don't see much of a difference as that's how I've been all this while in my new house. Looking back at the week, I realise it's much better than the last one. In terms of deliverables, I don't think there's

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-876821832003-01-19T07:50:00.000-08:002003-01-21T01:24:47.000-08:00

Now that was a coincidence... I write about managing change last week and I end up reading "Who Moved my Cheese?" today! Nice book... reminds me of the rabbit, frog and the hunter story that someone told me before the play. And whatever I've been missing in that screenplay that I've been fiddling with for quite sometime now, has been given on a platter this afternoon between those lines of sense

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-873026352003-01-12T04:30:00.000-08:002003-01-12T04:30:08.076-08:00

For a guy like me basking in the luxury of a steady state, this week has been a wonderful experience. Quite a few situations where I was at crossroads, between taking a detour from the same beaten path I tread everyday, and to stay in this state of intellectual hibernation, I chose the road less travelled and now at the end of it all, Iam a happy man. It's the same paraphernalia everytime.... I

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-869264242003-01-04T09:28:00.000-08:002003-01-04T10:09:05.000-08:00

And just when I thought, there couldn't have been a duller week than what walked on my corpse .... the skies above called out for a wonderful display! For the first time in the history of this place (to be read as the last few years), it snowed.. and boy! it snowed big time!! It all started sometime in the afternoon, when we saw a few white flakes disappearing into the grounds below .. An hour

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-867885622003-01-01T08:32:00.000-08:002003-01-01T08:32:30.220-08:00

Bonne Annee. For the first time in my life, Iam spending a new year's eve outside my house. And for the first time, I missing my bro's birthday! It's been a practice that I wouldn't want to quit, penning a few lines down.... an introspection of the year that went by and an effort to focus on the bigger picture for the next year. The bygone year has been good, rather excellent, in many aspects.

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-866300752002-12-28T10:05:00.000-08:002002-12-28T10:05:50.363-08:00

I finally am living with my own true idea for the last two days. And the words of Robert McKee echoes in my mind... "Quite a few deranged souls believe they have perfected the art of story telling playing around with events in their lives and calling their semi-autobiographical sketch of events a classic of all times". That's exactly what Iam doing. Fiddling around with a few chosen moments of

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-863656832002-12-21T09:42:00.000-08:002002-12-21T09:42:33.780-08:00

Good work Rathish! You are the man :) And yet again Iam not going to tell this spot that I've nothing much to deliver. I guess, this presents me with an excellent chance of cutting down my cliches, foghorns, and the same rotten shit! (oops!) There has been a severe calculation error here .. when they started talking of the holidays marking Joyeux Noel and the Bonne Anne, I calculated them to be

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-860388302002-12-15T11:30:00.000-08:002002-12-21T09:45:36.000-08:00

Bang on time! Savouring my last chance to get something in here for this week. I've been tinkering with a "purposeful" piece of text for the whole of last week. During the early hours of today Morning, I was reading about creative limitations that writers put on themselves (Was interesting for a maverick like me, to read that striving for rhyme actually intensifies the feelings expressed in a

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-856473802002-12-07T10:57:00.000-08:002002-12-08T05:46:02.000-08:00

Been a long time since I came here.. 7 days to be precise and I suddenly feel I've so many things to talk about. So many socio-personal topics that have taken an considerable share of my mind's time. I've been making a conscious effort during the last seven days to get my life back on track. I remember cribbing to this blogspot and later to my own illusions (finally! now that's another story!)

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-852643152002-11-29T11:24:00.000-08:002002-12-08T05:51:44.000-08:00

The bliss of Solitude as I just told him. After that tornado that stuck me yesterday afternoon.. I guess, Iam slowly recuperating trying to find all the pieces of this jigsaw puzzle called life. When the realisation stuck me that Iam not going anywhere, when right before me are roads to all places and choosing one is not a matter of choice but of compulsion. Guess, I have inched towards one of

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-849832912002-11-23T14:24:00.000-08:002002-11-23T14:24:07.223-08:00

They ask me if I've the patience... Of course, I do. I've lots of patience to put up with myself. Isn't that what being lonely is all about. Putting up with yourself. I would have to make a choice here. I've to decide the aim and purpose of this spot. All along in my life, I've these two extremely different souls inhabiting my Self. One that's down below, finding a place for itself in the lowest

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-847184482002-11-18T10:56:00.000-08:002002-11-23T13:27:55.000-08:00

Now.. this isn't too late. Iam sure there's no point in dropping in a few lines here everyday for the sake of it... I shall do it when I feel like. Comfort knows no bounds.. First, I wanted a computer and its keyboard over a paper and a pen and now, I need a PDA or a desktop so that I don't have to come to my office to do this... so that I can do it with all the ease in the world sitting on my

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-845865042002-11-15T10:25:00.000-08:002002-11-18T10:37:17.000-08:00

It's been quite a long time now... So Iam back.. after seeing the Whole world under my palm from on top of the Vatican church. Frankly, I don't attribute anything to this trip. It's not one of those occasions that made a difference at heart... as did my first trip to eteratat. I went, I saw, I came back. period. So, back to work. For the last two weeks, I've been trying to fight laziness, that's

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-841849952002-11-07T11:25:00.000-08:002002-11-08T10:36:20.000-08:00

Iam a stateless soul. Ask me my happiest, saddest, most melodramatic, highly emotional moments of life and all that you would get is blank face. And may be that's why I think I've never been as irritated as Iam right now. I knew this was going to happen... when I saw the sky I had to reach was a trifle too far from where I stand in the road.. It's a pain wishing for something to happen when you

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-841356732002-11-06T13:35:00.000-08:002002-11-06T14:04:48.000-08:00

Iam a dead man. Iam happy with myself that I could make some time to pen a few lines here. Iam just back from my dance rehearsal. My second, in a lifetime, dance rehearsal. Where do I start? It's a colossus of emotions that Iam going through right now - a childlike joy in finally doing what I like and being appreciated for it. utter disbelief and frustration when I see men around me falling out

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-840674442002-11-05T09:07:00.000-08:002002-11-05T09:07:01.913-08:00

Why do I have to call this spot Summer showers? Firstly, even beyond the realms of logic, I love the phrase. Giving it a good amount of thought I realise, from where I come from we have enough and more of both ... Summer and showers. And as it is with everything, our city has too much of these. From times when the downpour doesn't even give you a moment's respite leaving you caught in an island

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-840652212002-11-05T08:18:00.000-08:002002-11-05T08:36:34.000-08:00

Do I believe in Destiny? After the last two days, I don't seem to be having a choice. I've never, I repeat NEVER, felt so completely useless and bored in my entire life.. not even when I was jobless.. sitting at home and measuring the frequency of HMR (HBO movie repeats) sitting in the same position in my sofa day in and day out... I've spent 17 hours at my desk and my total throughput would be

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-839594312002-11-03T07:43:00.000-08:002002-11-03T07:53:42.000-08:00

Would I ever understand where they draw the line between living for yourself and living for someone else. You know the worst thing about all the morals and ethics that are taught in school. They cannot be followed. And lucky are those souls, who don't make an effort to learn them.. who don't nurture a conscience closer to god, and don't fail miserably matching the 'I' that Iam and the 'Me' Iam

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-837764102002-10-30T08:38:00.000-08:002002-10-31T08:57:44.000-08:00

7 days since my last entry in to this e-diary... blame it on the blogger. After what was a long hectic week that culminated with an extremely dreary straight-from-jupiter friday... when my heart couldn't take it any longer, I vented it out into this space of mine and wanted to blog it to my spot.....It all happened in a flash. I didn't even realise when it happened... I can still remember my eyes

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-834111592002-10-23T09:30:00.000-07:002002-11-03T07:46:21.000-08:00

Sigh!!!!! My application is finally running now. Sitting at my desk, I can see what the other guys are doing in the virtual world (literally :)!!) that I've created for them... It's been days and nights of work, moments when you find yourself helplessly fighting against errors beyond the limits of reason, times when you ask yourself, why in the name of god, you have to do all this when the rest

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-833595562002-10-22T10:29:00.000-07:002002-10-22T10:29:17.460-07:00

We've been sitting in the same bench for a long time now.. it has always been our favourite seat... Sitting right there, staring at the setting crimson sun painting the skies and above... we've lived our lifetimes every evening there, laughing like lunatics on jokes we would have otherwise scorned on, smiling to eachother for reasons even jesus can't fathom, finding the slightest of excuses to

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-832916242002-10-21T04:12:00.000-07:002002-10-21T04:12:13.103-07:00

I've a few minutes before they barge into my room for another meeting... I think I've to get more focussed before I start writing something. What a weekend did I have!! Solitude is bliss... My phone wouldn't let me make any outgoing calls coz' god knows where that stupid piece of bill is lost in the chaos pervading all over my drawing room... That is good coz' even out of desperation, if I want

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-832200602002-10-19T11:13:00.000-07:002002-10-19T11:13:45.816-07:00

Why do I have to write? A hundred thousand answers that are running in my mind right now paint the same picture... So many things in our lives are based on a few assumptions that we don't question... we don't because we know we would never have the answers for those and we convince ourselves that our abode, life, is based on a real strong foundation of ethics... Come to think of it, You can

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-831709722002-10-18T08:02:00.000-07:002002-10-18T08:04:27.000-07:00

Now when I read what I wrote yesterday, I realise I was just too excited about getting this blogspot for myself... Frankly, I need an excuse to write.. an excuse that shall overwhelm all my excuses to decide against writing... I don't have paper, I can't find the right pen, Iam anyway gonna lose it... whatever!!! Good.. let me let this sink in me so that the ME can surface and spurt on paper.

Rathishnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3864310.post-831172242002-10-17T07:08:00.000-07:002002-10-17T07:25:28.000-07:00

Freedom!! I can feel my lungs fill up with a feeling of exuberance now.. I've my space and I own it, change it, ruin it and let my soul parade like a king majestically on it! This is excellent!! As the famous poet in Tamil, Bharathi said... " Did you believe that I shall fail in this contest of life.. like those funny nothings around falling prey to ostracism "

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