What grounds you?

“Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don’t complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don’t bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality . Wake Up and Live!”

Bob Marley – Reggae Musician (b. 1945 – d. 1981)

There are a lot of storms that need to be weathered, lot of people to be met and lot of lessons to be learned. Its a small wonder that in the hectic pace of life we sometimes miss or forget who we are and what keeps us grounded.

Another Quote: “If you get down and quarrel everyday, you’re saying prayers to the devil, I say” – Bob Marley

Isn’t it splendid that wisdom gets dispensed in the strangest of forms and sometimes it can be a life altering lesson. Sometimes there is no going back, and sometimes it also comes as good fortune.

Life is simple and easy. We just ought to know what grounds us, keeps us steady and true to ourselves.

So what grounds you? That’s the golden pill through all and every obstacle of life.

For me – family, good (old) friends and someone I consider special by my side. So what grounds you?

Regards,

Salil

Seat 33

Italian man goes to the only restaurant in Malta.

He asks the waitress for a 2 piece toast.

She gets him only one.

He says to her ” I want 2 piece on my plate”

The waitress says” Go to the toilet”

Well, that was just the beginning of a joke of an Italian Man who goes to the biggest restaurant in Malta. It was alrighteee.

Life is hectic nowadays. So much to do. So little time. Am missing my drums classes today. Home and diwali at home beckoned so I have traveled all of 600 kms to come and blog in my room. Pleasant is the weather in Goa, and the bus journey was ok. Surprisingly for seat 33 at the back, it wasn’t a bumpy ride and I fitted in well with my 6 feet 3 inch frame. The feet don’t hurt as much and the head isn’t groggy. Still managed to listen to some music on my W350i and come home safe and sound.

I realize how beautiful my home state is with its lush green vegetation and simple people. It is still trapped in the shell of time, cocooned from the 21st Century. A little island of solace with a sore patch on its forehead (north).

Rest all is peaceful I hope or so it seems.

Regards,

CZ

Jostle Dub Dub Dubba Dub Dub (Bullet Sound ;P)

Eternal fight for space. I always like getting in and out of traffic in the quickest possible time. A quick turn here, a squeeze there. i just like the feeling of leaving everyone behind till I make the dash to the next signal. Of late I have come across a strange feeling of being surrounded and I always feel a little hesitant to put my foot down for balance in the crawling traffic. Never know when a oil hungry, humpty dumpty white Sumo might come to take a bite. They are rabid I tell you and there are no injections to alleviate the pain.

Screeching halt and crawling like a centipede with rubber pads, this traffic is like a giant invisible pipe transporting people in small pellets with 4 wheels to their destinations. It has got small pores from where the smoke comes to conveniently chokes its own occupants. Something like a self imposed gas chamber.

Anyways on lighter matters, the bike is running good, although the seat is always uncomfortable and I have a feeling it is nibbling into my backside. Must have developed quite a taste I must say. Unfortunately for it, I do not have a backside, only bones and some basic necessary muscle to support my body. I wish they manufacture some supplement to add some inches to that portion of my anatomy.

Moving on to lesser disgusting topics, I am on a quest to revive my lost sense of humor. It got lost a few years back when adulthood was thrusted and the baby mustache got replaced by a full grown beard. I don’t know where to begin and how to finish. But I do know that it is still alive. Need to just find it in this Lewis Carolian world of Alice in the wonderland. Maybe it right under my nose. He he. I need to laugh a bit, smile and take in the non sense. It makes immense sense though. Not to be serious.

Let it go, let it all go. Just be yourself. And enjoy the fun times. Insulate yourself using a big fat thick armour of daily humor. Doesn’t matter if its stupid, as long as it makes you laugh, its valid.

Laughing or trying hard to.

Yours,

CZ

Gallery:

Perfection – Never, never again

Never. Never again. To demand perfection is to go to an early grave. I am imperfect. I am not yet complete. I understand mistakes are made, they need to be rectified and corrected. But one grave mistake to make is to expect perfection. I have made it. I shouldn’t have. To expect perfection from oneself to an extent is ok, but not to expect perfection from the world, and other people. I realise now as the hair grow grey on my scalp, that I am not perfect either.

Painting by Jason Oliva

Url: http://jasonoliva.wordpress.com/2006/07/03/jason-oliva-perfection-painting-art/

I need to accept the fact and move on. Nothing is perfect because that’s the law and rule of nature. That’s why there are balancing forces for everything. No wonder, otherwise we would have long gone under one ideology or the other. To expect perfection is to expect near flawlessness which in turn makes life a drab. I can’t be so, not any more. Let perfection be someone else’s obsession. I need to only put back and pick pieces up from where I left.

Its only from mistakes I will learn and understand the other person and myself better as a human being. I realise I am human, I am flawed. How I overlooked certain aspects and got blinded. Its because I expected perfection, I expected it to be the best. But now I realise that things happen on their own and in their own time. I am willing to wait for the paradise is too precious to lose.

There’s a reason all this happened. It atleast made me realise my follies and appreciate the gift that i got from life. I hope I get it back. I pray I get it back. If not, I will still be happy that it lies safe in someone else’s hands. I will be a little sad, but I will pray for a better future.

People are changing, times are a changing. I will change too. I am determined to be better than what I am. I hope I don’t attain perfection or even near perfection for that matter. I prefer being flawed and expect flawed or uneven things to come in my life. But they will be good as I am.

My waiting is my penance, my patience is my resolve, my change my new self.

Rooting out the bad within.

Imperfectly Yours,

CZ