Spilling the beenz

I just saw an ad that packed a massive punch - Disconnect to connect. & its in THAI or something!! That straightaway makes it a great ad. Please watch it & tell me it doesnt speak to you: http://www.wimp.com/disconnectconnect/ I really have nothing against social media. Honest. I don't! The only bone I have to pick with those who need to be plugged into 1 form of it or another at ALL times, is this - life is happening all around you NOW. You're so busy living in the virtual world with your virtual friends, that you are losing out on the REAL WORLD and the flesh & blood people around you!!! How can you truly enjoy an amazing sunset, if half the time your mind is focussed on taking a picture of it, then broadcasting/tweeting/uplaoding it??? by the time you're done with all of that, night has fallen & the moment has melted into the darkness..... As those oh so wise philosphers Steven Tyler & Eminem wrote: just "sing for the years, sing for the laughter...

I know, I know.....i fell off the wagon again. Its been months since I wrote something - why is it so much easier to make a resolution than to keep it? Anyways, I think I have a valid excuse this time round. I lost someone very dear to my heart in June. Writing at such times is pretty much like slitting my wrists & letting my life-blood pour out...call me weird, but somehow i just never really learnt to enjoy doing that! Time numbs the pain, while working away on the healing part. So here I am, comfortably numb, sharing my thoughts again "live like you're dying" goes the song. 'Carpe Diem' - a Latin phrase that an amazing number of people actually know the meaning of - all inspiring bits of wisdom spurring us to Seize the Day & live for the moment. It's only when I actually went through the process of living life on borrowed time, that i realized how true this obvious truth is! By nature we are programmed to appreciate that which is not easily availabl...

Seems like I posted my thoughts on turning 38 just a few days ago - could be because it really HAS just been a few days since I did, despite writing it a year ago! Anyway, the 'year hand' has moved another notch and 39 is here. I'm surrounded by young guns who are so chock full of new technologies and new gadgets & new ... well basically everything about them is new! Which leads one to reflect on what exactly it is that we of the more 'mature' cadres have over them? What do all these years of having 'been there & done that' actually add up to in a world which is increasingly becoming 'heard of that, wanna do that', to us? On the face of it, not much. Roles appear to be reversed a tad, when they are the ones introducing you to stuff, explaining and convincing. But hang on just a bit longer, and you find, that no matter what the shiny new veneer of the moment is, underneath lurk all the same age-old concerns and issues. Yes, they of the 'be...

The best laid plans ....etc etc My iron-clad resolution to write regularly sadly couldnt escape the rust of procrastination. So it is, after a long hiatus that I return to my blog, determined to get back on track. In my defense, I DID write a couple of articles in this period, which I have posted today as well. Perhaps at the end of a day of mass communicating, I'm all communicated out? I seem to be part of a dying breed that feels no burning urge to stay connected with as many people as possible in as many ways as possible, at the same time!! No, I'm not on FaceBook. My life still feels pretty complete as of now, so guess its status quo for the foresable future. I feel truly sorry for my followers on Twitter. Watching paint dry would prove far more interactive and rivetting! Well, baby steps, as I said in the beginning....... I'm back here. So lets take it one post at a time

'17 Again', the movie poster announces and I laugh at the timing. 38's around the corner and 17 looks pretty tempting! Having suffered from a chronic Peter Pan syndrome all my life, birthdays post 30 have pretty much been occupied with tearing of hair and gnashing of teeth, although I've had to take it down a notch recently – somehow replacing crowns and caps just isn’t that much fun anymore. Okay, I'm gone take it on the chin(s) – time to take stock and see how bad the situation is. Granted, I'm not queen of the world as per my plan at age 6, but, I do have my own little world in which I am loved and adored, short temper, flabby arms and all. Okay, not a bad start. I don’t have the adrenalin pumping excitement of being on the race track (horse/bike/car – anything was fine at 10) but I do have heart stopping moments, albeit when watching little baby steps being taken for the first time, or the first word being spoken by my daughters, not to mention their first g...

The red light flashes. It’s a summons I cannot ignore. Doesn’t matter where I am. Or what I'm doing. Or who I'm with. The red light MUST be heeded. At once. Or the pain will follow. Distracting me from the conversation I'm in. From the book I'm reading. The TV show I'm watching. The long story my kids are telling me. The ice-cream I'm eating. Nothing is stronger than the call of the red light. Not to respond to the flashing red-light means unbearable anxiety. So many unanswered questions that only heeding that call could answer. Just the agony of not knowing……it's too much to bear. I can't do it, I have to respond. Now. I know it's rude. It's going to upset people. It's going to cause misunderstandings and possibly fights. But you don’t understand. You cannot see the red light flashing and ignore it. I disgust myself sometimes. I never thought I would be so meekly subservient. So ready to give the red-light such a high priority in my life, af...