Thursday, December 20, 2012

This moment is all we have ...

There is so much more to life ...
all the new life , all the joy

things can change so much .. 
I look back at my own life and so much has changed for me , so much has changed me 

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Friends from the past

Made me want to go home .

I know whats missing here . A sense of belonging ...
Does one realize this only as one grows older ?


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Arrivals

To reach a destination , one must first know where he is going .

Youth

I was once a young man ....

Wish I could feel like that emotionally and physically once again .. ???


Friday, July 27, 2012

Often times , I find myself attempting to reduce an experience, a person , a phenomena , a relationship , my life , my perceived achievements or my lack thereof into a single dimension like one word or one number .

On second thought it is usually an inordinately inadequate measure of anything. One dimension is not enough to represent any of the above mentioned to a reasonable degree. 

Yet, I persist with my attempts , especially when I am disappointed or angry with myself , others or at life in general. Perhaps, my frustrations stem from the fact that life is too big , too grand and - at the risk of leaning on cliche's - too multifaceted for one number , word  or dimension to reflect, capture or distill.


Thursday, July 5, 2012

Dialects

I am interested in dialects within languages ...
says something about the diversity of people even though the language is the same ...

Monday, June 18, 2012

Happiness

What is happiness ?
Is it like a unicorn
imaginary and elusive

or is it just a bad day for me ? :P

Monday, June 4, 2012

Faith


Faith is fragile.It also seems to be a source of immense strength

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Stories

Maybe stories are just data with a soul
- Brene Brown

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

New York, New York

I would see flowers on the street and wish there was some way I could send you at least one bouquet. I knew how much you liked flowers.

I took pictures of them and sent them to you. I only wish you knew how much it meant to me, that "I had sent you flowers", albeit via e-mail. That was all that could be done ...

My world was falling apart and that was all that could be done ... that was all.

Wish you could have been there on the streets of New York , especially around Columbus Circle.
It is beautiful there, at night : the blinking lights, the people, the breeze , fountains of water splashing into the pool. A quiet island in a bustling city.

I went there often because it reminded me of you.

I

Monday, January 30, 2012

Memories

Memories are graves where the past is buried .

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