Friday, October 28, 2005

Andy Pettite



During the early years of the Supreme Court, all the justices used to have dinner together around the table.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire....

The Falcons stadium was filled with 71000 on the first real day of the winter in Atlanta. Dedicated fans…!!!!

Nate from my class kept bugging me about this girl since 2nd week of class. Yesterday I put an end to it by writing his name and number on a piece of paper and placing it on her desk. She saw it and wrote ‘ok’ back. So yeah, I solved at least one problem and got two people together!

Physical presence of a mere body is not the basis for memorabilia.

In one of the Gwinnett county schools, a student wore a t-shirt that was about abortion and pro-life. He was suspended for not listening to the teacher’s request to remove the shirt.

Etu telchani ne mounam, Eto teliyani prayanam...

The news this morning included new Federal Reserve Chairman Bernanke's achievement: He won the Spelling Bee competition in 6th grade.

Disappointed in the selection of Daniel Craig as the next Bond 007.

Sometimes the feel of the wind and the sight of the velvet sky can make you cry.

Harriett Myers withdrawal came before anticipated.

Naa sandesam vini vastaaaaavani chinni aasaaaaaa

Atlanta Braves, John Smoltz won the Clemente Award. Nobody deserves it more.

Do you ever talk to your phone saying, “please ring”?

Professor: So our economy is getting worse day by day. Hopefully people will recognize this and speak up in the public.

Student: Not if they are busy watching American Idol

If reality seems like a dream, it probably is. Dont belive it! After all, dreams are illusions of reality.

Andy Pettite (below) didn't get the lose…That is most important outcome of the World Series.

Friday, October 21, 2005

Mind

Mind is the most important part of the human body created by God…even the heart gets runner up in this contest…because it can be controlled…emotions can be controlled…but a Mind is another matter…thoughts cannot be controlled…Minds are such strange things…they are always waging a battle among themselves….whether to express, what to express, if one mind does express whether another will listen, if another does listen what will it decipher…whether other minds will misinterpret or misunderstand or not understand or not interpret (cynicism)…..its hard to tenderly choose words to tell a story....a mind is like a child hopping from one stone in a stream to another….It never quite reaches the other side but it doesn’t stop trying….stopping means giving up….giving up means not functioning…not functioning means dying…so you have to let it do its work….and when you give your mind a passport to go anywhere….to think anyway it wants to…you know…in order for it to express the correct interpretation to other minds….it takes the passport and goes places….places and destinations that are sometimes horrifying, sometimes depressing, sometimes unique, sometimes comforting…but no matter which destination it chooses….it doesn’t know in the beginning what kind of a place it is….sad, happy, good, bad, etc…and then the mind starts filling in pages of notes to be complete….filling in with words that define the ink and the ink that defines the paper it is filling…and the more your mind fills up…the complex your life becomes…because now you know more places…more destinations…and you know exactly where they are lead to….and then you start seeing patterns in your explorations….this is why when a baby is starting to walk…(Abhi is)….he only knows the wall, the couch and so on…to hold on to for support…but then slowly he walks to a table (new destination)…and holds it…and realizes that you can use the table for support too…this way the farther he goes…the more pages his mind starts filling in…ok table, ok TV stand, ok a person’s leg and so on…to get his desired outcome which is ultimately to walk….the same way….an adult has another desired outcome…like wanting something…or someone…then he/she starts exploring different places…in his/her thoughts…and he/she thinks….ok if I do this, will I get it?....no ok well I decided to do this…I decided to express…so then something happens…an outcome…sometimes its not the desired outcome (cynicism again)…and then what…now the person knows alright…I burned myself….I came to the destination or the outcome but its not pretty…its horrible…its painful …then he/she knows now that path is not right…and their mind fills up all those pages….pages worth of notes….notes that help you not make that mistake again and explore that destination…because the Mind ultimately realized it is a hurtful path...and it has notes to prove that…Mind with the working of a machine!

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Writing

Writing is a form of therapy, someone said. Yes, I agree wholeheartedly. If I really think about it, writing down stuff has been the only way I remember anything. Sometimes I look back and read stuff, I don't even remember: happy times, sad thoughts, frustration, crisis, lessons I've learned, life experiences, laughter, tears, silly things...everything that helped shape me.

Retracing our steps and finding faults in our paths is the only way we learn to stop making mistakes…these traces, here are the only way I know…only way to see that I am maturing ahead in life…..sometimes mistakes keep happening. The cautious things we keep to ourselves seems to be slipping from fingers, slides away from our grasp like silk, things pull themselves away from our safety. The rain pounding on the window is like a knock one hears at the door to get inside, to get released….

So what happens if this mistake from the past happens again, and then we start to feel that the most elemental gifts in our lives are slithering away? Its like holding sand in our hands, the harder we hold, the quicker the sand seems to be slipping away. Do humans have the power to stop these things from going away to another place that is more tantalizing, more deep and more pleasant….at least temporarily that is…!