Kiran Bedi…Yours, I remain

I am not the kinds to be inspired by random people, even if their biography boasted of great achievements. This is not because I doubt them, but I place more emphasis on the circumstances and the opportunities that led to them. Given the right setting, many more could have shone brighter than them is what I have always thought. Sheer talent is one, but that alone cannot make one an achiever. I had the opportunity to listen to several such prominent people at IIT/IISc and my corporate life, yet they failed to move me – on second thoughts, maybe they were not as great orators as they were achievers.

And then there came Kiran Bedi. One whom I had grown up wanting to emulate since the day I saw Udaan, but I lacked the physical stamina or mental dexterity. What passion and energy she combines, and packs a powerful punch. Her one hour speech was nothing short of stating the obvious, but what made it for me was the way she spoke. Dimunitive in size that the podium almost blocked her out, but she made up for it with her vigour. Here was one who was destined to be an achiever. I came away convinced, that if you have the mettle, even circumstances mould themselves to suit you.

It is not even a classic filmy case of facing the odds and then overcoming it that convinced me about this. After all, most great men and women have this story behind them and it somewhat glorifies further their status.

It is perhaps something unexplainable, it is maybe an extra dose of Horlicks, or  it may even be mass hypnotism by her . But then, I remain her fan.

The Sentosa Land

I can now claim the unique distinction of having been to Singapore and not done any shopping, that too on a leisure trip. In this trip I discovered what can be aptly named the lazy shopping genes. Suddenly I found every shop worth its salt stocking the same stuff as you would find elsewhere. Nothing seemed to appeal to the avid shopper in me, that I was wondering if I was fed some mysterious potion en route the flight. For all this, this time I had gone with a plan to just splurge, and splurge only on myself because I was cross with the world for not having treated me well in the last few months. I found everything about the place artificial, no good deals anywhere, and not even as clean as it is famed to be. But I did love the trip to the bird park, though for a moment I felt sad for the birds bred in captivity inspite of the best efforts to keep them fed and clean.

Penny wise and Pound foolish

I was bored at office. So I thought I shall spend some time at the mall nearby, for say, an hour and then return to work. I did not want to spend ten rupees on an auto to reach the mall, just to spend time there aimlessly. So I called my husband who was already on his way home from work and had to cross my office and the mall on the way home. He was nice enough to pick me up from right outside my office gates, and drop me at the mall before he headed home. I walked around the shops for a while. Picked up articles I never needed anyways, checked their prices, and put them back carefully. Then walked into the groceries supermarket. Spotted yoghurt, fresh bread here. Remembered that I had run out of cooking oil. Punjabi chole tomorrow would be nice. Have not watched an old Tamil movie in a while, and this one is indeed a worthy collection. Returned to office on time.

I know what you are thinking…

I was bored at office.
(So is the rest of the world, whats new)

So I thought I shall spend some time at the mall nearby, for say, an hour and then return to work.
(We are smart enough to not put this down in a public place, but we do it all the time too)

I did not want to spend ten rupees on an auto to reach the mall, just to spend time there aimlessly.
(Noble thought)

So I called my husband who was already on his way home from work and had to cross my office and the mall on the way home.
(Yeah…brilliant..you do not have to justify that he did not have to change routes to be of some use to you )

He was nice enough to pick me up from right outside my office gates, and drop me at the mall before he headed home.
(Sometimes this tribe is nice too, and these sometimes are rare..so pen them down and preserve for posterity)

I walked around the shops for a while.
(Nothing works like retail therapy for us)

Picked up articles I never needed anyways, checked their prices, and put them back carefully.
(We are experts at window shopping)

Then walked into the groceries supermarket.
(The mall surely sucks, if you ended up walking inside a supermarket in less than an hour of your time there)

Spotted yoghurt, fresh bread here.
(Everyday necessities, good of you to remember to pick them up while here. Besides, you have to justify the auto fare back)

Remembered that I had run out of cooking oil.
(Even better)

Punjabi chole tomorrow would be nice.
(Gastronomic eccentricity)

Have not watched an old Tamil movie in a while, and this one is indeed a worthy collection.
(Refrain from asking how much and why you actually spent here. But was this your only indulgence? Suspect there was something more, else it won’t deserve a blog post)

Returned to office on time.
(Atta girl)

My take on plagiarism..

I hate having to edit plagiarized stuff for grammar and spelling.

Why is copying fashion called a trend, and not plagiarized clothes/looks?

Plagiarism Law : Carbon paper is the original offender; Copier and scanner machines are the sophisticated criminals.

Why copy cat…and not a copy dog or a copy cub…haven’t you seen little puppy dogs do exactly as you do?

Google promotes plagiarism, besides knowledge and ease of information sharing.

Referencing is the baptization for plagiarism.

If we act like our parents/siblings as we are often accused of, are we all plagiarized souls?

Inspiration is vodka, just as plagiarism is tequila.

Copy Cat…Elephant I mean

Found this on AB’s blog, and thought it was a good pic..or reflection of lights?

P.s.

I happened to notice today that more and more on my blog is to do with my pastimes. No recent post on work. Suggestive? If it still doesn’t, go check out my last post under that category.

A tribute

Some blogs are seasonally good

http://jayajha.wordpress.com/

Some blogs are a strain on your literary skills

http://kswetha.wordpress.com/

Some blogs are always whining

http://mukunth.blogspot.com/

Some blogs are funnily long

http://www.iloveformattingmycomp.blogspot.com/

Some blogs have the odd good post

http://www.dilbert.com/blog

But some take the cake

http://krishashok.wordpress.com/

Thoughtful, humorously funny!!, great imagination, creative, addictive, and makes you keep coming back for more.

Okay..got carried away by my html skills actually surprised that i could remember most of the tags. Promise to post one of my own next time.

Wedding Bells

In olden days, sacrifices were made at the altar; that practise still continues.

So fa(r), So long

Long since I posted. Not that I have not been writing, but have generally been busy (read lazy) to log in, write, edit and the like. Will make up for my disappearance with some randomly insane thoughts in the next few quick posts.

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