Don't Give Up

"Don't give up on love and don't ever settle for less"

A Song and a Kind Word

From San Francisco, 2010

 

We met by chance 5 years ago - it feels like I've known you forever.
To sing and praise was your life. You always brought joy along.
Life is fleeting, you said. But, I thought you'd be around writing songs forever.

You were the irreverent saint I knew.

 

The ship of my life may or may not be sailing on calm and amiable seas. The challenging days of my existence may or may not be bright and promising. Stormy or sunny days, glorious or lonely nights, I maintain an attitude of gratitude. If I insist on being pessimistic, there is always a tomorrow. Today I am blessed. -- Maya Angelou

"Isis death has been a lesson in the shortness of life and the importance of giving each moment the best tail wagging possible. Sometimes we learn the value of unconditional love only when it is gone. Isis died of a heart attack. Isis is in the past and will never be back. We have only one life to live to the fullest every moment."

"...one person has to love first da, if the other likes being loved unconditionally by the person loving him or her, the relationship has hope."

 "Just felt like dropping you a line to tell you that you are precious. "

You always had A song and a kind word.
Rest in peace, my dear friend. You will be missed.

Arul Ta'fxkz Baliah - http://www.tafxkz.info/

Layers

There are so many layers in this country - some we see and others we don't. In fact, I think we all go through a couple of layers - but, there are many more beyond, on either side of the spectrum.

What's it like to spend your day under a flyover watching fancy cars and bikes go by? Would you know the difference from one kind to another? Or, what's it like to never have to get on a bus or the local train - to be escorted everywhere?

 

Sound of Silence

From Lal Bagh, Bangalore

A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared

 

 

From Jan 2009 - Flower show at Lal Bagh

Two Colors

From Jurong Bird Park

When I was beginning to wonder what's going on, someone came by and said "...thanks to you". Thank You, my friend! You didn't know what that meant to me this quiet day.

The Grape Story

I was heading home (the real home in Chennai) last evening. I'd gotten to the railway station at Secunderabad about half hour early and decided to walk around a bit looking for something to take home before I got into the station. I got to this lane full of vendors selling fruits - sapotas, oranges, and a lot of grapes around.

While I was buying this and that without thinking twice, there came a lady asking if she could get some grapes for a couple of Rupees - you know, the fallen ones that are sold cheaper. She was bargaining for them.

Life ain't fair!


Written on April 15, 2011

In my life - A teeny weeny moment

Left work at 7:30pm - and was in the cab heading home. While we were waiting at the exit to get out of our little campus, there was a pretty little sight that lifted up my spirits. You see, I haven't been all that well of late. As I wearily waited for the half hour ride home, hoping we don't get stuck in massive traffic, I saw this nice mango tree we've got in front of our building - a branch full of flowers lit by the floodlight beneath it.... just like a Christmas tree full of stars :)