I recently did what I suppose the new generation does nowadays to boost their ego... I Googled myself! I came across a website which I thought was a clear violation of all privacy of the individual and also seemed to have linked up with Linkedin (see what I did there?) and stole Old information of mine!! While I was being offended, I noticed part of the dated information was my Blog URL!! Yes this very Blog which I had last said I will get back to regular writing.. But clearly as the timeline reveals, I have not!
So HERE I am!! Where have I been all this while??
I also do not know!
Thursday, July 1, 2021
Where Have I Been for So long!
Monday, June 27, 2016
Reopening my Eyes
It's been a long time since I last did this... Didn't find anything motivating enough to come back to blogging when soo much was already available out there...
But I guess its time I get back to being a 'Blogger' It's a proud title and I have a lot to talk about!
Can smell the typewritter burn already! :D
But I guess its time I get back to being a 'Blogger' It's a proud title and I have a lot to talk about!
Can smell the typewritter burn already! :D
Friday, April 20, 2012
The Human Brain
I was reading an article about Religion and the Church, which covered many aspects of the Church as it is today, and was hundreds of years ago. Through this article, it portrayed the life of St. Francis of Assisi and shed light on his life and also a take on him and the things he did and his vision etc. What caught my eye was the manner in which the writer of the piece (Andrew Sullivan) showed the Holy Father and his life.
Which got me thinking.. this writer must have read about the life of St. Francis from various books and literature (I hope not the net!) and gave his point of view on the life of the Saint.
That got me thinking.. how AWESOME is the Human Brain! It allows us to take in what we want, churn it, colour it with our understanding & thinking, and let us absorb and form an opinion about things! What a spectacular system/machine to do that! How often have a heard a persons story of POV and have formed our own opinions about it? How many times have a heard a story / watched a news clip and try to figure out the other side of that story, without the complete information at hand? What makes us perceive the truth or give us the perspective to see something, feel something which we NEVER have!
A small thought into a huge complex Pandora's Box, but Food for Thought?
Which got me thinking.. this writer must have read about the life of St. Francis from various books and literature (I hope not the net!) and gave his point of view on the life of the Saint.
That got me thinking.. how AWESOME is the Human Brain! It allows us to take in what we want, churn it, colour it with our understanding & thinking, and let us absorb and form an opinion about things! What a spectacular system/machine to do that! How often have a heard a persons story of POV and have formed our own opinions about it? How many times have a heard a story / watched a news clip and try to figure out the other side of that story, without the complete information at hand? What makes us perceive the truth or give us the perspective to see something, feel something which we NEVER have!
A small thought into a huge complex Pandora's Box, but Food for Thought?
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Delly Belly What UP!!
I am sure half the country must be singing the now infamous song, no, ANTHEM Bhagg Bhagg DK Bose.. and after watching the movie.. So am I!!
The movie is a hoot! I think the director / writer said Fuck it and wrote a script which is ballsy and funn!
and the guys looked like they had fun filming it too!
Go watch the movie folks.. Bhagg Bhagg!!
The movie is a hoot! I think the director / writer said Fuck it and wrote a script which is ballsy and funn!
and the guys looked like they had fun filming it too!
Go watch the movie folks.. Bhagg Bhagg!!
Sunday, July 26, 2009
My Best Friend Roshan.
Yesterday I lost one of my best friends, Roshan Balsara/Kakalia to Cancer. I know it is human nature to always say nice things about a person after he or she has passed away, but to me Roshan’s loss is just too much to handle. I knew Roshan from college.. we met on the Badminton Court thanks to my love for the sport and her love for doing TP. I have to credit our friendship to Avinash… for if it was not for Koska, then I would not have been introduced to her. We played very often on the same side of the net, and I would often give her friendly words of advice on her game, as if I were an expert. Thanks to this, I got the tag of ‘Coach’ which she would use when ever I would get on her nerves… I must say, of all the people I have met, no one took to me faster than Roshan.
I remember the time I went back to college after my father passed away. I didn’t know she had lost her father when she was very young. She saw me entering and came up to me and hugged me. Not a word was spoken. Just that hug said a lot, to me and to her. I later got to know more about her and her family… it was easy for us to relate to each other as we both had many things in common. After we both finished college, we did keep in touch, but seldom met. We played badi a couple of times, but we spoke a hell of a lot!! Either I would call from office or she would call when I was at home. We spoke a lot… well, she spoke a lot and I listened. I guess she had a lot more going on in her life than I did. Her mothers loss affected her a lot, the depression started again and as is with all large families, problems within the family began. I shared many a moments where I didn’t know what to say to console my weeping friend on the other end of the line.
She got married to a great guy, Sarosh, a childhood friend, and began her new life of being a wife. Her wedding day will always have a special place in my heart for I wore the most hideous red kurta for an all Parsi affair!! She went on ship with her hubby and we would communicate via emails, most of which I still have. I guess she waited for some communication from her homeland and I waited for a reply from a friend.
Today she has her son Eric and a brother Xerkses keeping her name going. There are soo many things which she wanted to do before she died, but I guess the great lord had other plans for her.
I wish each and everyone of you had a chance to meet Roshan, or at least have a friend like her. Outspoken yet honest, to the point and sharp. Roshan, I wish I was a better friend to you… You will never be forgotten.
Love,
Lone surviving member of F.A.
I remember the time I went back to college after my father passed away. I didn’t know she had lost her father when she was very young. She saw me entering and came up to me and hugged me. Not a word was spoken. Just that hug said a lot, to me and to her. I later got to know more about her and her family… it was easy for us to relate to each other as we both had many things in common. After we both finished college, we did keep in touch, but seldom met. We played badi a couple of times, but we spoke a hell of a lot!! Either I would call from office or she would call when I was at home. We spoke a lot… well, she spoke a lot and I listened. I guess she had a lot more going on in her life than I did. Her mothers loss affected her a lot, the depression started again and as is with all large families, problems within the family began. I shared many a moments where I didn’t know what to say to console my weeping friend on the other end of the line.
She got married to a great guy, Sarosh, a childhood friend, and began her new life of being a wife. Her wedding day will always have a special place in my heart for I wore the most hideous red kurta for an all Parsi affair!! She went on ship with her hubby and we would communicate via emails, most of which I still have. I guess she waited for some communication from her homeland and I waited for a reply from a friend.
Today she has her son Eric and a brother Xerkses keeping her name going. There are soo many things which she wanted to do before she died, but I guess the great lord had other plans for her.
I wish each and everyone of you had a chance to meet Roshan, or at least have a friend like her. Outspoken yet honest, to the point and sharp. Roshan, I wish I was a better friend to you… You will never be forgotten.
Love,
Lone surviving member of F.A.
My Best Friend Roshan.
Yesterday I lost one of my best friends, Roshan Balsara/Kakalia to Cancer. I know it is human nature to always say nice things about a person after he or she has passed away, but to me Roshan’s loss is just too much to handle. I knew Roshan from college.. we met on the Badminton Court thanks to my love for the sport and her love for doing TP. I have to credit our friendship to Avinash… for if it was not for Koska, then I would not have been introduced to her. We played very often on the same side of the net, and I would often give her friendly words of advice on her game, as if I were an expert. Thanks to this, I got the tag of ‘Coach’ which she would use when ever I would get on her nerves… I must say, of all the people I have met, no one took to me faster than Roshan.
I remember the time I went back to college after my father passed away. I didn’t know she had lost her father when she was very young. She saw me entering and came up to me and hugged me. Not a word was spoken. Just that hug said a lot, to me and to her. I later got to know more about her and her family… it was easy for us to relate to each other as we both had many things in common. After we both finished college, we did keep in touch, but seldom met. We played badi a couple of times, but we spoke a hell of a lot!! Either I would call from office or she would call when I was at home. We spoke a lot… well, she spoke a lot and I listened. I guess she had a lot more going on in her life than I did. Her mothers loss affected her a lot, the depression started again and as is with all large families, problems within the family began. I shared many a moments where I didn’t know what to say to console my weeping friend on the other end of the line.
She got married to a great guy, Sarosh, a childhood friend, and began her new life of being a wife. Her wedding day will always have a special place in my heart for I wore the most hideous red kurta for an all Parsi affair!! She went on ship with her hubby and we would communicate via emails, most of which I still have. I guess she waited for some communication from her homeland and I waited for a reply from a friend.
Today she has her son Eric and a brother Xerkses keeping her name going. There are soo many things which she wanted to do before she died, but I guess the great lord had other plans for her.
I wish each and everyone of you had a chance to meet Roshan, or at least have a friend like her. Outspoken yet honest, to the point and sharp. Roshan, I wish I was a better friend to you… You will never be forgotten.
Love,
Lone surviving member of F.A.
I remember the time I went back to college after my father passed away. I didn’t know she had lost her father when she was very young. She saw me entering and came up to me and hugged me. Not a word was spoken. Just that hug said a lot, to me and to her. I later got to know more about her and her family… it was easy for us to relate to each other as we both had many things in common. After we both finished college, we did keep in touch, but seldom met. We played badi a couple of times, but we spoke a hell of a lot!! Either I would call from office or she would call when I was at home. We spoke a lot… well, she spoke a lot and I listened. I guess she had a lot more going on in her life than I did. Her mothers loss affected her a lot, the depression started again and as is with all large families, problems within the family began. I shared many a moments where I didn’t know what to say to console my weeping friend on the other end of the line.
She got married to a great guy, Sarosh, a childhood friend, and began her new life of being a wife. Her wedding day will always have a special place in my heart for I wore the most hideous red kurta for an all Parsi affair!! She went on ship with her hubby and we would communicate via emails, most of which I still have. I guess she waited for some communication from her homeland and I waited for a reply from a friend.
Today she has her son Eric and a brother Xerkses keeping her name going. There are soo many things which she wanted to do before she died, but I guess the great lord had other plans for her.
I wish each and everyone of you had a chance to meet Roshan, or at least have a friend like her. Outspoken yet honest, to the point and sharp. Roshan, I wish I was a better friend to you… You will never be forgotten.
Love,
Lone surviving member of F.A.
My Best Friend Roshan.
Yesterday I lost one of my best friends, Roshan Balsara/Kakalia to Cancer. I know it is human nature to always say nice things about a person after he or she has passed away, but to me Roshan’s loss is just too much to handle. I knew Roshan from college.. we met on the Badminton Court thanks to my love for the sport and her love for doing TP. I have to credit our friendship to Avinash… for if it was not for Koska, then I would not have been introduced to her. We played very often on the same side of the net, and I would often give her friendly words of advice on her game, as if I were an expert. Thanks to this, I got the tag of ‘Coach’ which she would use when ever I would get on her nerves… I must say, of all the people I have met, no one took to me faster than Roshan.
I remember the time I went back to college after my father passed away. I didn’t know she had lost her father when she was very young. She saw me entering and came up to me and hugged me. Not a word was spoken. Just that hug said a lot, to me and to her. I later got to know more about her and her family… it was easy for us to relate to each other as we both had many things in common. After we both finished college, we did keep in touch, but seldom met. We played badi a couple of times, but we spoke a hell of a lot!! Either I would call from office or she would call when I was at home. We spoke a lot… well, she spoke a lot and I listened. I guess she had a lot more going on in her life than I did. Her mothers loss affected her a lot, the depression started again and as is with all large families, problems within the family began. I shared many a moments where I didn’t know what to say to console my weeping friend on the other end of the line.
She got married to a great guy, Sarosh, a childhood friend, and began her new life of being a wife. Her wedding day will always have a special place in my heart for I wore the most hideous red kurta for an all Parsi affair!! She went on ship with her hubby and we would communicate via emails, most of which I still have. I guess she waited for some communication from her homeland and I waited for a reply from a friend.
Today she has her son Eric and a brother Xerkses keeping her name going. There are soo many things which she wanted to do before she died, but I guess the great lord had other plans for her.
I wish each and everyone of you had a chance to meet Roshan, or at least have a friend like her. Outspoken yet honest, to the point and sharp. Roshan, I wish I was a better friend to you… You will never be forgotten.
Love,
Lone surviving member of F.A.
I remember the time I went back to college after my father passed away. I didn’t know she had lost her father when she was very young. She saw me entering and came up to me and hugged me. Not a word was spoken. Just that hug said a lot, to me and to her. I later got to know more about her and her family… it was easy for us to relate to each other as we both had many things in common. After we both finished college, we did keep in touch, but seldom met. We played badi a couple of times, but we spoke a hell of a lot!! Either I would call from office or she would call when I was at home. We spoke a lot… well, she spoke a lot and I listened. I guess she had a lot more going on in her life than I did. Her mothers loss affected her a lot, the depression started again and as is with all large families, problems within the family began. I shared many a moments where I didn’t know what to say to console my weeping friend on the other end of the line.
She got married to a great guy, Sarosh, a childhood friend, and began her new life of being a wife. Her wedding day will always have a special place in my heart for I wore the most hideous red kurta for an all Parsi affair!! She went on ship with her hubby and we would communicate via emails, most of which I still have. I guess she waited for some communication from her homeland and I waited for a reply from a friend.
Today she has her son Eric and a brother Xerkses keeping her name going. There are soo many things which she wanted to do before she died, but I guess the great lord had other plans for her.
I wish each and everyone of you had a chance to meet Roshan, or at least have a friend like her. Outspoken yet honest, to the point and sharp. Roshan, I wish I was a better friend to you… You will never be forgotten.
Love,
Lone surviving member of F.A.
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