My Idea Of Fun.

Welcome to the Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where twelve of us write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by padmum. The ten other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Magpie, Maria SF, ocdwriter, Padmum, Paul, Rohit, The Old Fossil and Will. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, do give some allowance for that too!

“A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread–and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness–
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!”

~ Omar Khayyam.

Alas, the book of verses has been replaced by many books on non fun matters; the jug of wine has been replaced by mugs of tea and coffee the last 13 years. The thou too has disappeared and a new one has not replaced the all time favourite. I can however hope! And wilderness that we so lovingly nurtured just outside our veranda has remained the paradise enow now, as it was then.

Self Worth.

A fellow alumnus Prakash Iyer, has written a management book worth its weight in gold. Here is an extract which I remember often and which came back to me earlier today.

“……………And another motivational guru. As I watched him pull out a five hundred rupee note and hold it up for all to see, I thought I knew what he was going to do next.

But he just asked a simple question. “How much is this worth?”

“Five Hundred rupees!” the crowd yelled in unison.

“Right,” said the speaker. He then took the note and crumpled it into a ball and asked “How much is it worth now?”

“Five Hundred rupees!” screamed the audience.

He then threw the note on the ground, stamped all over it and picked up the note and asked one more time: “And how much is it worth now?”

“Five Hundred rupees!” was the response.

“I want you to remember this,” said the speaker.

“Just because someone crumples it, or stamps on it, the value of the note does not diminish.

We should all be like the five hundred rupee note. In our lives, there will be times when we feel crushed, stamped over, beaten. But never let your self-worth diminish. Just because someone chooses to crush you — that doesn’t change your worth one bit! Don’t allow your self-worth to diminish because someone says something nasty — or does something dirty — to you.”

I went to see a movie, War Horse, this morning. I ended up seeing a remake of a Hindi movie that I had seen many years ago. Before the movie, I went to the Cafe Coffee Day for an espresso and though I expected to be alone at that time of the morning, there was this young lady already there sitting all by herself. I smiled at her and bid her good morning while I waited for the barista to come up to the counter. I ordered for the coffee which the barista said would be delivered to my table considering my elbow crutches, and went to a corner table to sit. The young lady, promptly moved over to the table where I sat and to cut a long story short, we became friends.

What has this got to do with a crumpled currency note?

Before I was forced to see the Hindi movie, I was given a run around by the staff at the multiplex who had changed the timings of the movies to different ones from what was advertised in the local papers in the morning. Since I was quite disappointed, having walked over a kilometer to see the movie, I was feeling quite low having depleted my emotional reservoir arguing with the staff. They were almost condescending in their attitude and passing the buck to some body in the management that I settled for an alternative that I normally would not have.

At the cafe, old habits die hard and the good morning to a stranger and her response and subsequent conversation with me, boosted my ego back up to what it must have been like twenty years ago!

On my way back after the movie, I went to the local chemist to get some medicines. I had forgotten to take my id card issued by that chain that entails me to a senior citizen discount and informed the clerk about that. She asked for my telephone number and got it crosschecked that I was indeed registered with them as a senior citizen. She then made me jump up with joy by asking for some other identification like a driving license to prove that I was over 60! When I asked her if my looks were not enough, she gave me a million rupee smile and said “No Sir!”, You look to be about 50!

I floated out of the shop and decided to cast my vote for the local municipal elections before heading for home for lunch. Nearer the election booth, I was mobbed by two candidates and one candidate’s wife, all wanting my precious vote!

Self worth? By this time I was feeling like the hero of the Bollywood film that I had seen in the morning.

Paranoid?

On the 12th of January, I had called up my friends Sultan and Farida in Mumbai to wish them a happy 44th wedding anniversary.

I attended their wedding way back in 1968 and they have always received a call from me wherever they might have been during all these years.

During that call, I found that both of them were well and having a grand time in Mumbai having just seen their only child Shehla, and their two grand children off to Australia.

Earlier, on the 15th of November I had rung Farida up to wish her on her birthday, which too has been an annual ritual that she loves. On the 12th of February, it was Sultan’s birthday, and I rang him up to greet him and found that his mobile phone was not being answered, and Farida’s had been switched off; his land line was not being attended to by anyone and when I had a friend from Mumbai go and check up at their home, no one was answering the door bell either.

I panicked. I thought that something has happened to one or both of them and set in motion various investigations. In the meanwhile, on the 13th inst, I just decided to take another chance and called Sultan on his mobile phone and lo and behold, he answered and laughed when I scolded him for not answering the phone the previous day. They had suddenly decided to fly off to Australia just a few days earlier and when they got a very attractive deal on two return tickets, just took off and did not have time to tell anyone.

My blood pressure came back to normal and I told him to be a little more considerate in future as, at our age, we now keep getting all kinds of news and in the absence of contact, the imagination tends to run riot.

Has anything like this happened to you? Or did I just over react?

Synchronicity – Pune Bomb Blast’s Second Anniversary.

Today is the second anniversary of the infamous German Bakery bomb blast about which I had written two years ago.

I would not have normally written about it but for the synchronicity that I experienced.

In my other blog rummysmusings, I was led to write on terrorism and that I had to do so on the second anniversary of the bomb blast was too remarkable for me to ignore.

What say you TOF?

Wait.

Welcome to the Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where twelve of us write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by Grannymar. The ten other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Magpie, Maria SF, ocdwriter, Padmum, Paul, Rohit, The Old Fossil and Will. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, do give some allowance for that too!

I have waited for so many things in my life that the process is no longer daunting. I have waited for delayed flights to take off or arrive, ditto trains; friends and relatives to do something or the other, letters to arrive, the pay check, bonus, income tax refund and so on and so forth that I doubt that I can ever make a complete list of all the things that I have waited for and for some that I am waiting for, too.

“The man who goes alone can start today; but he who travels with another must wait till that other is ready.”
~ Henry David Thoreau

I am now waiting for one major resolution to a commitment that will give me some elbow room to maneuver my way around having some travel in my life. I simply have no clue as to how long I will have to wait, and so am unable to make any kind of long term plans leave alone short term ones.

As if that is not enough, after this post goes live, I will have to wait for posts from some of our LBC members to post/return to writing LBC posts, but I personally cannot delay writing because, as Grannymar puts it, I am a perfectionist!

Sigh.