What do you do about all those read and processed and replied/forwarded emails sitting in your inbox? I never understand if I should keep them or just hit the delete button. I mean,a few of them, nah, don't care if they are or aren't in my inbox. But when it comes to the other few, I am just confused.
I was doing my usual read -> chk if important -> delete steps to my inbox and then I hit this email. I scanned through it and I realized that I wasn't doing the right thing. It was lovely notes from those friends I have severely lost touch with. I suddenly get reminded of how dear friends we were and how childish it is of me to not write to him/her telling her that I was thinking of him/her. I could almost relive those days and hear the conversations between the two of us or the group of us. Why does this modern day life with faster and more reliable modes of communication only widens the gap between two friends? It almost seems like fones/VOIPs/emails/IMs loose their real purpose of existence.
Well, it is never too late to delve in again, to make solemn promise to myself to stay in touch and may be this time, actually do it right.
Monday, July 31, 2006
to do list
This blog is almost transcending to become my personal to-do list. I am leaving this space to come back and tell you tales of my last wknd, my random other thoughts.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Violent
I am extremely angered. I do not see the point of these mindless killings of innocent civilians. I am referring to the latest Mumbai bomb blasts. It wasn't one, but series of 7 at the local suburban railways. To the terrorist group that are executing these acts, what do you want? Do you think your point will be well taken if you resort to such blood shed and extreme measures? How can you sleep at night after knowing that you would have devasted lives of 100s, killed children who know nothing of the big, bad and mean world, killed expectant mothers, orphaned some children? What is the rationale behind all this? You are pleasing no God through such acts.
I feel faint when I imagine what the families of the dead are going through. It would have been any other regular evening. The victim would have left his office, probably called his loved one en route to the train station to let them know he'll/she'll be home in a few minutes;cursed the crowded life in mumbai;dreamt abt a vacation in goa and waddled way through the crowd. Some wudn't have even luked up from their work they wud have wanted to finish before getting home. And amongst this scene of regular monday evening, a huge blast would have ripped the compartment, victims would have been hurled out or torn to bits. Some would have seen a few seconds after the blast and then closed their eyes to eternal sleep. How can one explain to the waiting soul at home that no one is going to come back? that life would never be the same for them? that there would be the eternal emptiness forever in their lives? With tear filled eyes, heavy heart, some blinded by anger, only one question would reign on mos t of their minds: why? The victims were in no way connected, they were no way responsible for anything that happened in the past or in no way could have influenced what would happen in the future. The victims were no path to the goal of these terrorists. They were just regular people, like you and me. Yet, they were the sacrifice to a purpose yet unknown, they paid the heavy price. This bomb blast is a massacre and so is every other one: in London, in Madrid, 9/11. And all these events just sow more hatred, more divide among people, more blood shed eventually. Where is all this going towards?
I feel faint when I imagine what the families of the dead are going through. It would have been any other regular evening. The victim would have left his office, probably called his loved one en route to the train station to let them know he'll/she'll be home in a few minutes;cursed the crowded life in mumbai;dreamt abt a vacation in goa and waddled way through the crowd. Some wudn't have even luked up from their work they wud have wanted to finish before getting home. And amongst this scene of regular monday evening, a huge blast would have ripped the compartment, victims would have been hurled out or torn to bits. Some would have seen a few seconds after the blast and then closed their eyes to eternal sleep. How can one explain to the waiting soul at home that no one is going to come back? that life would never be the same for them? that there would be the eternal emptiness forever in their lives? With tear filled eyes, heavy heart, some blinded by anger, only one question would reign on mos t of their minds: why? The victims were in no way connected, they were no way responsible for anything that happened in the past or in no way could have influenced what would happen in the future. The victims were no path to the goal of these terrorists. They were just regular people, like you and me. Yet, they were the sacrifice to a purpose yet unknown, they paid the heavy price. This bomb blast is a massacre and so is every other one: in London, in Madrid, 9/11. And all these events just sow more hatred, more divide among people, more blood shed eventually. Where is all this going towards?
Thursday, July 06, 2006
whether you are "googling"
or "orkuting" or "xeroxing"..
M-W has recently included a bunch of new words in the dictionary. These words were born out of regular use of technology meshed with normal living. Check this article out
It is not long before Orkut is going to find its place here!
M-W has recently included a bunch of new words in the dictionary. These words were born out of regular use of technology meshed with normal living. Check this article out
It is not long before Orkut is going to find its place here!
Seriously..Allez les Blues!
After reminding myself to write what I have been thinking, so many sights that I wanted to pen down during my lovely long wknd and host of other such things, I finally found the right spark..Allez Les Blues!
It is a week of absolute celebration in France. Two big reasons: 1. Football Finals 2. Ladies Single's Finals in Wimbledon.
It is definitely a great week for the French. If I was asked to choose one event where the French would win, I seriously don't know which one I would give preferance. On one hand, I have the football equipe (as in team), full spirited, a 'll old? of course, tons of experience, extremely skilled and talented, and of course very handsome(s). On the other hand we have Amelie, 12 long years to get to a chance for the Grand Slam, 7 years wait for Wimbledon finals, tons of effort and hard work and toil (gosh!I am getting tired just penning this down).
Well, in the end, I want the French to win and I know they would. They have the talent, plain and simple.
ps: Even if the Belgian wins in Wimbledon, she is yester french ;)
It is a week of absolute celebration in France. Two big reasons: 1. Football Finals 2. Ladies Single's Finals in Wimbledon.
It is definitely a great week for the French. If I was asked to choose one event where the French would win, I seriously don't know which one I would give preferance. On one hand, I have the football equipe (as in team), full spirited, a 'll old? of course, tons of experience, extremely skilled and talented, and of course very handsome(s). On the other hand we have Amelie, 12 long years to get to a chance for the Grand Slam, 7 years wait for Wimbledon finals, tons of effort and hard work and toil (gosh!I am getting tired just penning this down).
Well, in the end, I want the French to win and I know they would. They have the talent, plain and simple.
ps: Even if the Belgian wins in Wimbledon, she is yester french ;)