Lethargia

………to the tune of Rihanna’s Insomnia 3…2…1…

LETHARGIA oh oh oh oh.

I get around 9 hours sleep daily, but I just get so tired at work and on my way back, today I dozed in the car. I mean come on 9 hours sleep is more than adequate. Right. Maybe the problem is too much sleep, I should be limiting myself to about 7-8 hours. But I love sleep so much….. Maybe I should go in for some testing or take a medical supplement. Except that I stay as far as possible from medicinal practitioners and pills. I don’t believe in popping pills the minute you feel an ache coming on, you need to let your body heal on its own. Of course in a matter of genuine medical emergency, I do totally recommend whatever it takes to get better.

I think the answer is staying active. A sedentary lifestyle is the cause, and of course all other lovers of sleep know from experience that the  more you sleep, the sleepier you get. So I am going to try and update my lifestyle and add a bit of exercise to it. Keep moving. Build stamina.

After all, health is indeed wealth.

I found this image on http://www.upwave.com. It furthers up my claim. To a future healthier self 🙂

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Time to Shine

new

Just a quick festive greetings for Christmas and New Year. I was right below the Petronas Twin towers along with all of Malaysia, it seemed, bringing in the new year 2014.

Isn’t it magical, a new year so full of hope and promise, a chance to start things anew, a time for resolutions, a time of reflection, on life, love and dreams…… So what change are you going to bring to your life this year?

I hope we all find what we are looking for.

Make 2014 yours.

Love Boat

Boat

I want to sail to my love
Over the rough seas,
In my little love boat
To him, I’ll be safe

And then we’ll sail
Over the rough seas
But it won’t matter
Coz he’ll be with me

In my little love boat
We’ll try and stay afloat
The world will not matter
As long as we are together

Soon we’ll see
What fools we’ve been
To stay apart for so long
Oh why, didn’t we see it before

In my love boat
To, where we’ll sail
To happier times and lovely memories
Oh, how happy we’ll be.

Daily Prompt: Inside the Actor’s Studio

James Lipton at the 2007 Tribeca Film Festival.

James Lipton at the 2007 Tribeca Film Festival. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

On the interview show, Inside the Actors Studio, host James Lipton asks each of his guests the same ten questions.
Here are my responses:

Note: I actually haven’t really sat down to think about any of these things, so I am just writing the first things that come to mind.

  1. What is your favorite word?

 Euphoria

Euphoria: a feeling or state of intense excitement and happiness. This word is so me.

2.What is your least favorite word?

Goodbye. I have had to say this word so many times in my life, and there are times you do not want to say it, but you have to. Like in Nepali they say, “Rahar le haina, Kahar le” which means not by choice but by circumstance (usually bad)

3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?

Positive energy. It is positive energy that will make you want to get out of bed at 4 am on a -4 degree morning to fulfil your heart’s innermost desires. Despite the result, if there is positivity, you can shoot for the moon. It brings out the right state of mind, visualisation and brings about good vibrations. It declutters your mind for the pursuit of your desires.

4. What turns you off?

Negativity. It brings about the devil in you and banishes warm thoughts and feelings from your life. You end up focusing on the negtives and the drama that ensues. It distracts you from your main goals and dreams.

5. What is your favorite curse word?

Asshole. Being an asshole is not caring and deliberately going out of your way to upset someone.It is disrespecting other people.

6.What sound or noise do you love?

Baby’s laughter.

7. What sound or noise do you hate?

Honking. It is so unhealthy and produces a chain effect. There are people on the roads whose hands never leave the horn. Honking is not going to make anything move faster, and what the hell is it that you have to do so urgently? In case of a real emergency, what could help is leaving the house early and planning according to traffic conditions. Now, if only everyone had a little common sense.

8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

The idea of being a spy excites me a great deal. And I would make a great one, since no one is going to think I am one so I’d be able to get away with things.

9.What profession would you not like to do?

A garbage collector.

10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

Your room is ready. Your carriage awaits.

The Daily Prompt: Inside the Actors Studio

Weekend

Was looking forward to the weekend counting down the days, yelling TGIF on Thursday and now that its an afternoon on a Saturday I just realised I have nothing planned.

Much like most weekends. I dont have the energy to visit someone or travel even a short distance to hang out with a friend. Who am I kidding , I have no friends….
Fml

Balaji Darshan- A Tale of woe

I am in Chennai currently, and yesterday went to Tirupati or more aptly the hill town of Tirumala for a visit to Tirumala Venkateswara Temple in Andhra Pradesh. It is about 138 kms from Chennai. At first we had decided to take the TTDC (Tamil Nadu Tourism Development Corporation) bus to our destination. But the crazy pick up time of 4.30 am from Park station led us to probe other options. So a quick google search later, we found lots of options for the tour, all with the same premise. Pickup at crazy early morning hour, breakfast on arrival at Tirupati, Darshan, lunch and then back reaching Chennai around 11 pm at night.

We did find a tour that left at 10 pm from Chennai and then Darshan at 4.00 am which would be perfect to avoid the crowds and traffic. But the one leaving that night just had one empty seat and there were the three of us. And then suddenly we were gripped with the fever that we had to go. So we booked an Indica car that would pick us up at 3 am, with all the trims.

Of course 3 am turned out to be 4 am. But in the early morning dawn we set out. Of course given the crazy hour we had to wake up and be ready, 2am I couldnt sleep. This of course is highly debated by my sister who claims I just thought I was awake while in fact I just had my eyes closed, for the two hours or so.

Our driver was very friendly, of course not with us since there was no mid point our shoddy Tamil and his equally shoddy English could ever meet. But he kept stopping for tea breaks and such, chatting nineteen to the dozen with his other driver mates. The scenery might have been nice, especially the early timing of the trip but there was no way I caught up with any of that. I started snoring in the back of the car even before we had even left Chennai.

Anyhoo around 8 am we reached Tirupati and after a South Indian breakfast which I totally enjoyed of Idli, Vada and a debatable Pongal or Khichadi we set off for Tirumala hill. We left our phone and slippers in the car and barefoot and sleep deprived we joined the 2 km queue. If only we had known then the queue stretched for dozens of kms more and the point where we saw the queue entering the building was just the beginning of the stretch that Nagini would be proud of, we would have thought otherwise.

But with hope in our hearts and a strange bravado we joined the queue. Of course the queue breakers tried joining with equal pertinence as our attempts to get rid of them. In fact even our driver, Raja brought a group of people from his mate’s car to join the queue where we were. This attempt was thwarted by his super bossy sister of course with a long righteous speech, but we discovered later they had somehow slipped in a few people down in the queue.

With hope still high we persevered, we had come so far and as monitors of the queue we found ourselves with duty as well. The good thing was the queue kept moving, pretty quickly at that point so we were still in good spirits. We proceeded to the area where we thought was the entrance only to find the queue snaked around to the next corner and this went on for a long long time.

This is when things started to turn ridiculous. We were to climb steel walkways up and down, random chairs had been placed in our paths and water taps that just made the path wet (side note: I hate the feeling of wet feet, especially from unknown sources), the morning was turning into an unforeseen obstacle course. Of course there were barricades on all sides, no way for anyone to even consider leaving since the ’emergency exits’ had huge locks on them (donated of course I am guessing from the good people at Godrej heavy-duty lock company), claustrophobia was in the air. We then looked around and started feeling sorry for the elderly and people with kids. Kids, why would you put them through such torture, I didn’t understand.

Three hours later, our hopes fast diminishing and water supply low, we just didn’t know what to do. By this time the moving queue had suddenly stopped. So people were just sitting where ever they could park their asses, I just sat on the floor, and think I had a little nap too.

Five hours later and feeling like if there was a emergency exit somehow open by the miracle of god, that would help lift us from this struggle, we could make our escape, renewed hope glimmered. Finally the pay counters were in sight, and of course our obstacle course had not taught us anything by this point because after that cages started. Giant people holding cages. And we were in the 300 Rupees queue, which is steep for India, and being treated like animals for that.

This is when losing my patience and hope, what was that? Just four letters combined together to form a word, with meaning, a meaning which meant nothing at that point. I just wanted to get out of that place and fast. Such torture I have never known in life. And I kept remembering that if God was omnipresent then why were we here?

Finally after what seemed like days being holed up in people holding cages, from cage no. 5 to cage no. 4 onward to cage number 1, going up, down steel walkways has given way to wood. We finally could see the tops of the temples that we had seen in the Wikipedia page. By this time of course I was cursing God, myself and my poor family who I had coerced into coming with me for this crazy misadventure.

Finally we passed the silver giant doors on to the golden temple complex that we had struggled for so long to see. It was an amazing sight and a truly marvelous place but in the end the wait for omnipresent God just seemed like a holiday wasted. 6 hours of life we will never get back, not to count the 15 hours the whole experience took.

TTD, the management body of the Tirumala Venkateswara Temple needs to learn a few lessons from other temples who have an amazing queue management system in place. According to the Wikipedia page, “The temple is visited by about 50,000 to 100,000 pilgrims daily (30 to 40 million people annually on average)” this is not a yearly occurrence so please for the love of God, arrangements need to be made and straight forward ones at that.

We were just surprised at the lack of management and the hoops we had to pass, yet people keep coming back to this temple, many times in a year. At least this first time, we had the good fortune of not knowing the procedure, but imagine having to anticipate the whole process, I think next time I will just have to ask my brother to get me a VIP Pass fora quick VIP Darshan. To the poor common man, on the other hand, lots and lots of God’s blessing to get through this whole process.

 

Life

Sometimes I wonder…….’What have I actually achieved in life?’ 
Working for my masters degee, living in a strange place, all my experiences, my work and yet what have I contributed to the world? All these things I’ve ‘achieved’ have been just for me.

How do I actually contribute to the world. What will be my legacy? I hope to achieve something someday. And while that may seem too far off and totally impossible, everyone started out with nothing and yet the heights the great people have achieved in history is just amazing.

Call or Text

In today’s world is talking and texting the same? Do they imply the same thing. Can a friendship/relationship exist through just texting?

If you were to ask me I’d say no way. You need to see eye-to-eye to suss out hidden meaning, body language, having a healthy relationship in all cases. But in this day and age many people meet online, geography no longer being the defining factor to consider. They chat via skype, whatsapp, wechat, etc. (Skype here counts as seeing someone but again come on its skype – the first 10 minutes of every conversation goes like ‘Can you hear me properly’ and ‘I can see you, can you see me’).

In our busy lives many times, I find myself just texting people to find out plans, catch up, etc. But the point is we have met at some point. How do we behave in front of people who we have never seen before in the flesh. Do we behave with the same familiarity that happens after chatting with someone for a while or do we act all coy and shy and pretend it is your first meeting? (which it is).

Well, I am writing all this because I happen to be a relationship at the moment which is super long distance, I am literally talking seven seas. And we only keep in touch through text. No calls, no painful goodbyes, no awkward silences. I like it because I like my freedom and independence. And it would make me miss him terrible every time we spoke. I think for both of us, it is about avoiding this pain.  But again I cant help but think is this normal? If we are in love, then how come we are happy living our separate independent lives without it being an issue. Doesn’t love mean wanting to be with someone all the time? Do we even really love each other at all? Or is just texting a couple of times a week enough? Sometimes I feel like chatting all night till he pulls out the annoying acronym ‘ttyl’, and sometimes I dont feel like chatting at all.

But if love is there then it doesnt matter right.

The problem is we are both a bit lax about it. We feel that things will just get sorted on their own, by not acknowledging things it makes it go away. That’s usually our philosophy. But what if tomorrow someone else comes along, the question we are not asking today is when does it stop, how will it end. Are we prepared to lose each other to someone else, someone who would win in matters of geography over matters of the heart?