Fortheloveofcalm!

  Had read a post about a lady painting her bathroom tile to update a half bath in her house. She had stenciled upon the tile and then painted over it to make it look like a new tile. She had managed to get the effect and many compliments too. At that point, I thought it is like a connection with the entire surface area upon which we work on, that makes the difference in a good DIY and a blotched up DIY. Well, maybe in painting that's how it works. Nevertheless, she managed to bust an age-old perception of mine, the so-called necessity of being talented to do something, notwithstanding that, some measure of training always allows anybody to start off any enterprise. The recent spate of tutorials on the web, giving us the directions to  create anything along with the advice to refrain from the mistakes exclusive to that DIY catalyze the creative urges one may feel inclined towards. Yet, unwilling to let go of an idea so closely held, I got down to search for peop...

Are senile and garrulous people happy or unhappy? Are they in search of anything or are they missing something? What is the idea behind trying to make them happy? Do they understand or even realize the efforts of others in trying to ease their miserable state? I have no idea how psychology works but it's disheartening to believe that it's not after happiness that the world runs.After all, there are many philosophies which tell us the worth or the necessity to be happy and to create a centre of happiness within us.But, when I met my aged garrulous grandmother's brother, there was not one philosophy which could put his plight into perspective.We, his grand nieces and nephews were in tears as were his own children. He rarely knew what was being told to him. He continued relentlessly about a deceased child followed by the proud moments of his life. He was reliving it in his own mind and continued to do so repeatedly. Sometimes he would pause in between to find out if he was b...

I t had taken me a good half hour to navigate the one and a half kilometers.It was as if the title of a 'B'-grade city was being disputed by the traffic.I thought for a second,that the queue of vehicles standing before and after me in perfect discipline with none to guide us on our path,deliberately wanted to know why we could not be called a 'A'-grade city? We the residents of our city, had shown absolute patience, immense politeness and tremendous civility while navigating the dusty roads of our city.Without even knowing the cause of having to halt after every few seconds we were bravely plying on to get to our respective destinations.My mind was thinking about the distance I still had to cover, about a kilometer, in order to get to the nearest store for a bottle of water to quench my thirst.The winter sun was glowing bright and the cooler air outside the car did not stand a chance in soothing the inner atmosphere of the car.While the mosquitoes tried their best to ...

I had been allured into a shop by the mouthwatering confectionery on display.Had not intended to consume so many chocolates but did eat quite a few, enough to give me a stomachache the following morning.Even now I remember the taste of the candy bar shaped like a walking stick, the jellylike marshmallow, the warm squishiness of a round chocolate that tasted like a combination of an eclair and a hard brown candy of yesteryears, and the fruit and nut chocolate made with jaggery. I had brought back home about a dozen chocolate bars manufactured from around the world and another few bars of 5-Star chocolates.As I came out of the shop I came across 2 women carrying a few shopping bags and from amongst one such bag peeped out a Ferraro Rocher like chocolate in a transparent box.And just then I was summoned out to the parking lot.Though the craving for chocolates was being curbed by me by eating one chocolate a day, that chocolate box never left my mind. There is something addictive abou...

If I were to calculate all the minutes spent talking in a day I would find maybe a few hours wasted.Filled with the information brought in from the books and wisdom of many centuries it is easy to think how futile it is to speak or more often to babble.Yet, it is so difficult to ensure a state of calm within and even more without.There are many instances one comes across when one is forced to let go off the calm and quiet within.What one sees is a letting out of steam which is a by product of the disquiet one has nurtured when at some point formerly a serene moment had been disrupted by an outward act and the resulting disruption had not been withheld.I don't say, controlled, because it seems too big a word with which to restrain our idiosyncrasies, 'withhold' seems more appropriate since it allows scope for improvement, both of the idiosyncrasies and the manner of withholding!  One such instance commonly crops up when there is a visitation pending from an imminent gues...