Survival of the fittest

Just a few days back...Saee was doing her homework...she was to name the common birds that we normally see around and paste the pictures of the same in the scrapbook....
Me: crow, pigeon...sparrow....
Saee: 'Sparrow'?? that's not a common bird....i have never seen a sparrow here....I just saw one when we went to Pimpalner!! 
She refuses to accept our good old sparrow as a commonly sighted bird...which is very true these days....u hardly see a sparrow around now a days....which was used to be most
common bird in our times...next only to crow....how times change...crows have adjusted to city life well...sparrows haven't...so sadly they have to go....its survival of the fittest after all :)

Short sighted by default?....

So I was thinking....suppose we are given a task of writing something...
and we are given a pen and say 10 pages ...we have been told thats all you will get as the material for writing...what do we do normally?

We will use the paper in such a way that it will last us as long as possible...we will try to scribble on paper with smaller and smaller letters with minimum gaps in between....we will not leave margins...we will not let go even a centimeter of space waste....and will constantly worry about running out of paper....but how come we never think of running out of pen? Do we take pen for granted here? :) Or do we think controlling paper is in our hands...controlling pen is out of our reach? :)

Are we trained by default to concentrate on the problem that is tangible?

Terms and conditions apply....

i was wondering if the fairy queen really wanted to help cindrella go to the ball and enjoy herself.....why she put the condition 'back before midnight' with it...guess..even back then the 'offers' came with the clause 'terms and conditions apply'...cindrella was no exception....

A kodak moment missed...

i saw a very peculiar view 2 days back...i dropped my daughter at her ground and was coming back home...and then i saw a man....he was sitting on the top of his car with his 4/5 year old son... and his wife was driving the car....and they were driving through various lanes behind the MIT college...just like that...and were clearly enjoying themselves... my guess is...it was all done for the enjoyment of their son...who was  in clearly high spirits after getting his way....but more than that the man amused me...he wasnt paying attention to anybody around...though there were a loy of people on the road continuously staring at them... and he seem oblivious to his surroundings......focussed on his job....to grant his son a wish :)

they say..you require more courage to do things that you really want to do...than to do things that you dont want to do...how true....

i was a bit late to take a picture...and by the time i realised it they were gone.... may be i will see them again...and will definitely take a picture then....but i guess most of the times...a opportunity missed..is an opportunity missed :(.....i wasted a chance of a kodak moment for sure

Random...

There are days when i like everything about me...including my temper, my almost non existing verbal communication skills...and there are days when i start disliking myself for everything i am and everything i am not..its the balance i am seeking...its the balance that counts in the end..just like for everything else...

Thinking over...

I am sitting in a window with paper in my hand…rain is pouring down the streets of Pune….people are running around for cover….the rain has caught everyone unaware…like always..but then when it pours…it pours….there’s something uniquely strange about the rain…you can feel almost every emotion listening to sound of rain beating down your window panes….’’how r u feeling today…well…ok…fine with me….i will still be with you…’’ and it pours….so....i am sitting with a paper in front of me…and wondering what to write….i hv totally forgotten what I wanted to write in the first place…and the paper is making my job even harder….’cos it has lines …. simply detest these ‘marked’ papers…a blank paper is all I want and a pen..the paper which leaves you totally alone…no you cant even expect support of the lines…….i correlate myself to the painter who has nothing but a canvas with him…and a whole world to draw…or an actor who stands in front of a large audience….the other side waiting to see how you will respond….a knot in the stomach….the paper with the lines suffocate me…it says ….a road is marked for you….now walk on it…do not try to deviate from the set route…that’s how I see it…obligation….monotony…..
well yes…I have remembered….what I wanted to jote down was about getting back to where I belong…job I mean….it feels great….2 years in hiatus hv made me even desperate….and what a job I have….while I am translating machine manuals for a lighting system….someone around me is going thro’ a French medical journal…and debating over choice of words….we even have a Sardar in our office who is translating an English novel into Punjabi….talk about the colleagues….i have almost every language on earth for company…and that’s what make it so special….if at all I opt for a business sometime in future…this is exactly I want to do….a translation firm for all the languages…..it would be a dream come true….

Life is nothing but contradictions....

they say....'no risk...no gain'....and then they say....'look before you leap'... then they say...'opposite poles attract each other' and then finish with 'birds of same feather flock together..'....life is so full of contradictions....but again somebody has said...'contradictions doesnt exist...if you do find one...check your premises...one thing has got to be wrong'....funny isnt it?