While on the machine, trying to stitch a length of half an inch, with a width of 1/16th of an inch, after ripping it quite a number of times over, I did it without holding it, letting the zipper foot manage it on it’s own. It went all haywire. A lot of things seem to need holding on to. Not the random stitch mentioned here, but things that actually exist. Happen. The stitch was just a metaphor in the happenings that trigger the mere thought. The little things that teach, eh? Reminds me of last night’s conversation with Harish, of how his reflection was triggered by what lay in front, while he mused.
Archive for February, 2008
I, A phase.
Like, that everything in life is a phase. Where, most can’t be controlled. Especially when it concerns more than just the self. A passing thought triggered the ‘phase’ that everything becomes. What most intrigues me that perhaps people I’ve talked and chatted no ends with, somewhere, now, is impossible for me, to go beyond the general small talk. Perhaps impossible is a strong word here. But, you get the idea right? Where online friends can quite be treated as offline as well. I mean considerably long time periods here. It might not make an immediate difference, or a difference at all, but one might just wonder if this is how it will always be?
Alice and I found wafers we were craving for a couple of days ago. They didn’t quite taste the same, perhaps, but at least they’re still available. The taste of the cream should have dominated the crunchy layers. Random conversations with auto guys, have become an everyday thing for me now. Or rather, I seem to be doing all things random. I think surpassing that phase where things might embarrass one helps a lot in knowing oneself. More than often, a retort is what it takes, to be doing it.
I do have a life. Just a little more organized now.
Another random day.
I walked like a lunatic back home. You know, throwing my limbs all over the place, staring at random things of no amusement. Shaking my head away to the one earphone buzzing in my head. And twirling the roll of sheets in my hand. I considered dropping my stuff off, and finishing the walk. I’m home, instead. Staring at the walls. The bed inviting another ten hour sleep from last night.
I’m considering cooking. Or washing the clothes. Or finishing work. Or reading a book. Or going out to buy a broom. If I do that, I could also buy vegetables to add to the cooking.
Instead, here I am, staring at the computer screen. Interruption having broken my chain of thought, ending the post, here.
Days Go By
Semester after semester, I’ve always wanted to post reviews of each semester that went by. Not quite reviewing, but things that would distinctly flash in my mind if I thought of them. I make no more resolutions, commitment is the word. So far, so good, actually. I want this semester to keep going the way it has so far.
It’s another chapter closed in my life. My parents have moved out from the last place my Dad was posted to. Retirement seems to have come so fast. Not in his, in my life. It’s all about starting the new thread as early as possible now. We’re a weird family now. I guess all transferable job families become that way.
I have given up on procrastination. A major change, for me. Slack can get to me, I must say! I hope for it to stay this way. An atom of a particle can bring it down on me, I fear.
I listen to more Floyd. I like beer. I went dancing almost after five months. I forgot how much I enjoyed it. I try and read more than what I could in the previous semesters.
Inspire Me.
More than being an inspiration, having one is essential, right? But, a lot of ego needs to be absolved to recognize the idea, thought that does. Finding the right one, even more.
Today, I learned a lot. Thank you, all.
