A simple thought entered my mind. 4am and the sun is rising. The thought was that I am free. Free to be whoever I want to be, however I want to be it and whenever I want to do it. Thank you god for I am truly blessed.
Tuesday, 22 May 2007
Thank you God
A simple thought entered my mind. 4am and the sun is rising. The thought was that I am free. Free to be whoever I want to be, however I want to be it and whenever I want to do it. Thank you god for I am truly blessed.
Thursday, 10 May 2007
Family Bond
There is the dismantling family that has been imploding for some time now. Greed and pride have poisoned the once innocent children that I had heard of. Gone are the necessary norms that exist between family.
How do I know that family exists, well we can go without talking for years and once we meet again the conversation carries on from the exact point that we left off, no awkward looks or shy gestures. No sense of look at me I have become something have six cars a grand house, a company that worth more money then you dream of. That is family, never having to worry how someone has changed. People change, life changes people, if it didn’t then (as a great man once said) that person has not lived. But family goes beyond that, there is a rooted BOND. Some say it can never be broken, these days I’m not sure.
The imploding family is huge with every member going on a different road. I see everyday that the bond is there but it is being stretched as much as it can be. How can that bond survive the evils that try to break it? Can it be broken? You can go twenty years without communicating and still hold a bond that can last without either person knowing it. The sadness of death, the joy of marriage, new born children. Does that bond just simply happen? Brought to light by a major family incident.
How much can that elastic band that is bond take. From what I have seen for eight years is pressure, pain and madness.
The imploding family may go boom! Greed, pride and arrogance may take over, cause heartache and pain. But the bond is still holding together. For now. It is stronger then ever. It has to be.
More hard times are coming, is the bond ready for another attack. I like to think so.
How do I know that family exists, well we can go without talking for years and once we meet again the conversation carries on from the exact point that we left off, no awkward looks or shy gestures. No sense of look at me I have become something have six cars a grand house, a company that worth more money then you dream of. That is family, never having to worry how someone has changed. People change, life changes people, if it didn’t then (as a great man once said) that person has not lived. But family goes beyond that, there is a rooted BOND. Some say it can never be broken, these days I’m not sure.
The imploding family is huge with every member going on a different road. I see everyday that the bond is there but it is being stretched as much as it can be. How can that bond survive the evils that try to break it? Can it be broken? You can go twenty years without communicating and still hold a bond that can last without either person knowing it. The sadness of death, the joy of marriage, new born children. Does that bond just simply happen? Brought to light by a major family incident.
How much can that elastic band that is bond take. From what I have seen for eight years is pressure, pain and madness.
The imploding family may go boom! Greed, pride and arrogance may take over, cause heartache and pain. But the bond is still holding together. For now. It is stronger then ever. It has to be.
More hard times are coming, is the bond ready for another attack. I like to think so.
Monday, 7 May 2007
it is gone, just move on
Have you ever lost something that you thought would always be there, even if they said fuck you, never want to see you again, you just knew where to find them just in case. Just in case. Now they are gone, that one-drop of water lost in the ocean. Where to find them, I do not know where to start looking. If my obsessive mind kicks in and I relentlessly look, I may succeed, would the outcome be the one that I desire? I may fail and find myself trapped in a caged mind, not knowing what to do but certain that to stop is impossible.
Therefore I let go, move on. Keep walking on the road I find myself on, turning when necessary, increasing pace, slowing down, living breathing.
Its not lost but dead. never to return.
Therefore I let go, move on. Keep walking on the road I find myself on, turning when necessary, increasing pace, slowing down, living breathing.
Its not lost but dead. never to return.
Tuesday, 24 April 2007
Sekeli Rotli
“All you need to do is to roast one side using low heat, then turn for the other, not as long as the first side, if it is crispy then it is more fun to eat as you can make more noise” it is hot sunny day sometime in the spring of 1997, I just got back from school and my grandmother was showing me the beauty of the roasted roti (rotli). “when your bapu-ji makes it, he undercooks it, you need to take your time”.
“I think that anyone else that makes it would never make it like you ba”, it’s true, I wish I told her at the time. Years have gone by and many have tried to recreate this very simple snack including me, but none have tasted quite like yours ba.
The passing of my grandmother caused the biggest change in my life, and for such a remarkable women, for all the things she done, people she helped, evils she fought, it is this memory that I find the most comforting. A simple snack using left over rotlis, easy to make, impossible to master.
I pray you have found peace ba.
Chetu.
“I think that anyone else that makes it would never make it like you ba”, it’s true, I wish I told her at the time. Years have gone by and many have tried to recreate this very simple snack including me, but none have tasted quite like yours ba.
The passing of my grandmother caused the biggest change in my life, and for such a remarkable women, for all the things she done, people she helped, evils she fought, it is this memory that I find the most comforting. A simple snack using left over rotlis, easy to make, impossible to master.
I pray you have found peace ba.
Chetu.
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