Sing Your Own Song

I want to share something profound sent to me by T, my precious buddy, roomie and angel .... life's a lot less miserable with her around!! Anyways, I am so amazed that T actually appreciated something like this. What am I talking about? Read on...

Sing Your Own Song:

When a woman in one African tribe knows she is pregnant, she goes out into the wilderness with a few friends and together they pray and meditate until they hear the song of the child. They recognize that every soul has its own vibration that expresses its unique flavor and purpose.

When the women attune to the song, they sing it out loud. Then they return to the tribe and teach it to everyone else.

And when children are born into the village, the community gathers and sings their song, one unique melody for each unique child. Later, when children begin their education, the village gathers and chants each child's song. They sing again when each child passes into the initiation of adulthood, and at the time of marriage.

Finally, when the soul is about to pass from this world, the family and friends gather at the bedside, as they did at birth, and they sing the person to the next life.

In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the Villagers sing to the child: If at any time during a person's life, he or she commits a crime or aberrant social act, that individual is called to stand in the center of a circle formed by all members of the tribe. And once again the villagers chant the child's song.

The tribe recognizes that the proper correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment, but love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.

A friend is someone who knows your song and sings it to you when you have forgotten it. Those who love you are not fooled by the mistakes you have made or the dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.

You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn't.

In the end, we shall all recognize our song, and we shall sing it well. You may feel a little wobbly at that moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you'll find your way home.

How brilliant and enlightening! Thank goodness for those who know our song and help us remember.

Small talk and moving out..

Life's tough! Take yesterday for instance. Hard day at work. Had a meeting with oh so british! clients where the only meaningful thing decided was to have a telecon once a month. Had to take them out for lunch and arrgh I hate doing small talk with people I hardly know. Have already exhausted topics such as weather, football and other such inane topics the Brits are crazy about (no offence meant).

So yesterday was Macro Economics in GB... Why the country should or shouldn't join the Euro, should Gibralter be a part of Spain or GB, and ofcourse, Big Brother. Not that it has to do anything remotely with Macro Economics but the Brits loooove to talk about it. Well my clients did too

Today was shifting day. We are moving into a slightly larger place. The new house is just about 50 paces away, so I cant even call it a stone's throw. My stone lands further away. So I decided to chuck the idea of calling the Movers and Packers to help me move and decided to make multiple trips in my car with my two assistants, TK and SP, since the house was so goddamn close. The entire neighboorhood was treated to a sight of 3 women lugging luggage, duvets, pillows, clothes, more clothes, books and other paraphernalia.

Today is Part - Deux of the moving-out process, and we're doing the study today.

What song is stuck in your head?

Earworm (EER.wurm) n. a literal translation of the German Ohrwurm, is a term for a song stuck in one's head, particularly an annoying one.

Use of the English translation was introduced by James Kellaris, an associate professor of marketing at the University of Cincinnati. His studies appeared to demonstrate that different people have varying susceptibilities to earworms, but that almost everybody has been afflicted at some time or another.

Some of my earworms! Can't..get..you..out..of.. my..head (Kylie Monogue)
* Sultans Of Swing (Dire Straits)
* We Will Rock You (Queen)
* Mama mia (ABBA)
* Love Potion No. 9 (The Searchers)
* Sweets for my sweet (The Drifters)
* Blue Suede Shoes (Elvis Presley)
* Sweet Child O' Mine (Guns N' Roses)

and various advertising jingles.
Wowie! I love the Aap close-up kyu nahi karte ha :) GR's earworm is Jhandu balm, jhandu balm, pera har (whatever) and Arts is Oye Bubbly, Oy-Oye Bubbly, be my lover bubbly!!! (I personally find it repulsive (lips on the navel) .Thank god that's her earworm, not mine!!

Manic Monday

Naheeee.... I don't want to work on a Monday. Why God why? Why can't we have another Sunday after Sunday? Or maybe we could have six-day weeks without a Monday. Better still let's have six Sundays, followed by a Sunday to end it all.

...It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my funday
An I-don't-have-to-run day
It's just another manic Monday ...

...Time it goes so fast
When you're having fun ...

The entire last week has been jam-packed. Work, work and more work. This week seems no different. I've got the Monday blues :(

*Totally grumpy*

Slow Down, You're Movin' Too Fast*

I'm actually listening to my body. For a change! It's telling me that it's exhausted and gave me a good dose of what turned out not to be the flu, but was actually strep throat. I've got a RX for antibiotics, vicodin, plenty of rest and of course TLC (Tender Loving Care). The Mother Hens aka T and SP and not to be outdone, my little bro jumped into the act and between the 3 of them are smothered me with their TLCs. Someone heeeeeeeeeelp!

I have always been rather susceptible to sore throats and strep throat. I would get it once a semester in college, usually during some period of time when I was running myself ragged. So it doesn't really surprise me that much that I was hit with it now. I'm not necessarily running around that much from a physical standpoint, but I am trying to do many things at once in my life right now, and I think it's a bit too much for chotu se sona.

(I am sure AB would love this...) Well! I'm stepping back, slowing down a bit, getting sleep, eating right, and generally laying low, at least until my energy level is back to normal. (Happy?) But come what may, I have to get well by Monday. Thats another action-packed week!!

I'm going to take a nap now. More later.

A dabble of poetry

Someone was extremely generous to me. That someone being RM. RM is a big kanjus when it comes to his books. He hoards them and never lends out his collection. Well, he gave me his Vikram Seth's collection of poetry: The Humble Administrator's Garden, The Three Chinese Poets and To All Who Sleep Tonight. I should consider myself privileged. Hmmmm.. I am not much into poetry but some of VS's poems left me sighing. And then, this made me burst out laughing.

Prandial Plaint
My love, I love your breasts, I love your nose.
I love your accent and I love your toes.
I am your slave. One word, and I obey.
But please don't slurp your morning brew that way.
-- Vikram Seth

I usually don't like poems that use uncommon, 'big' sounding words. They seem too contrived, yet while reading 'The Humble Administrator's Garden', I made note of a few words he'd used. Latinate, compleat, inchoate, chives, flotilla, nugatory, inveigle, libation and like prandial above ... In spite of all this, there's some charm in his poems that I can't define.

Sigh. One day I shall have a cozy library of my own and dear VS' poems shall be the first to decorate those shelves ...