I HATE sad faces. I hate sadness.Maybe coz, I was  in that state for some time recently. 

I like mischieveous faces.Faces with twinkling eyes.

I like being happy. Sickeningly happy. If you are asking who wouldnt, well, you wouldnt ask this question if you have observed people long enough.Hmm. 

I like children. Children that play around, especially. 

I believe in Magic. Magic of a smile. Miracle of an understanding gesture. I love dreaming. Dreaming big and therefore end up not doing my work at present.:P (My bad!)

I know nothing matters and its all a big game. But I keep forgetting this and have to constantly remind myself.

I fear hurting people. I have done it , still do it but hate myself later for it.

I know "THIS IS IT" and there's no other. But I keep forgetting and blah blah blah.

I loved someone deeply. Still do, will do. But I recognize the need to realize I can't have a relationship with him and therefore have to move on.Its taking time, but I will move on. (Hey! Remember I don t like sad faces... not gonna put up one u see)

I am supposed to be working on an Approval drawing now. My friend, Partha's house, to be precise.But you know what I am doing. 

I like my friends. Hmm.. Love them. I am scared of 'losing' them.You know what I mean. I may not be in touch with them all. But I have their best interests at heart.

I am intrigued with people I don't like. Why don t I like them? What is it in me that prevents me from liking them? No answer. Its a process. Its the question that matters and one's relationship with that question.Else, it is as it is.

I like to call myself a Warrior. Arrey.. chumma rey. Sounds good. 

I hate it when people dispense with advice. When they believe it is their mandate to do so. 

I have a deep inferiority complex that I am dumb. That I am unintelligent. So far its not left me and so I 'll learn to live with the complex and my dumb self!

I am liking creating this blog. 

I used to have deep reverence for life in general. I have to re-learn it.

I act as an arrogant rat and I hate it later.

I have an effective communication issue.

I seem to have very poor memory these days.

I am a process in the making just as you.

 

My world is a Mad world

Would you like to play a role in it?

Brace yourself, it could be dangerous

A Roller-coaster Ride assured though.

Welcome back to Blogging!

I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that was but a single countenance as if held in a mould.

I have seen a face whose sheen I could look through to the ugliness beneath, and a face whose sheen I had to lift to see how beautiful it was.

I have seen an old face much lined with nothing, and a smooth face in which all things were graven.

I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.
- KAHLIL GIBRAN

Life in Flux

Life is in flux.Hence an ideal situation or an ideal attitude or an ideal place can become a question mark. As one is thinking or talking about these,life moves on .You think you are with a quiet person before you are propelled into that crowded share taxi taking you to an equally crowded rock concert from the narrow wooded lane in the outskirts of the city.

Through this relationship maya is learning so many new facets about herself.

Is this what they mean when they say u live only in relation to another.

The Hadza effect

Its the third day in a row, the hadza effect shows no sign of wearing.We'll come to the Hadza a little later.
Different species of butterflies flutter about in the site.Such wonderful colors.There's a pair with yellow and black wings.One in peacock blue with black trimming.Wonder what they come here for.Its just plain red earth, stones, cement and bricks.

The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that Life is meaningless.We add value, meaning as we go along.We as a species with superior brain development have the ability to question why but alas not have an answer.In fact the question and questioner look ridiculous in the face of 14 billion years of the expanding universe.

Hmm..Coming back to the Hadza effect.The Hadza are one of the very few surviving 21st century Hunter gatherers in the infertile desert lands of Tanzania not far from the Serengeti National park.

Off late, my reading habit has taken quite a big hit.Unable to read a 3 page article from start to finish but this one gripped my attention, nope soul!



They gather fruits,berries, nuts, hunt baboons for food.
Importantly they don't store food.Storage is an action borne out of thinking about the future, fearing lack, security and maybe a fear of Life itself.

I really envy the Hadza.Yes, they don't have proper medical help, they are bitten by mosquitoes, theirs is an "insanely committed camping trip".But they LIVE. They don't answer to anyone.Their only God is the Sun.Their ecological footprint- ZERO.What a blessing to live and leave Her(Mother Earth)like this.No possessions, no tax, no nothing. Just bow and arrows to fetch you the next meal, few reeds to get you a shelter, a small community to which you belong to,acres of infertile land and no worries.