Saturday, July 12, 2025

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 Mixed bag - today but overall good. Made some headway at work.

Cleaning lady will be off tomorrow as will I. That means that dishes will need to be cleaned. Weird to say that in passive voice when you are actually the one who will be doing it. 

I am looking forward to doing some stuf tomorrow. Let's see how that pans out.

Okay, off to clear the dishes and sort things out.



Friday, July 11, 2025

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Guru Purnima. The moon was dripping with sweet songs and light. Life is really precious when you think about it...even when you understand or skirt around the fragility and ephemeralness of it. Is this all there is? And is even this really there? 

Had a good call with the clients. Not yet out of the woods and I don't think we will be. But work is carrying on at a steady pace. There is a bit of a dance of going back and forth, so it will still take time to settle down. 

Anyway, went for a nice walk and Bandra on a late weeknight is a queen...quiet and regal. Came home. Have been craving things for a long time, so I ordered for ice-cream. Will freshen up and enjoy that.

Life is good! 

Thursday, July 10, 2025

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Rough day at work. There are a lot of things up in the air. That is such a fascinating thing about life and time...how days end without closure. 

Cook had made a really tasty curd rice with grated beet. That was yummy. But we are fine and now let's see how it goes. 

I still have a couple of things to finish before starting the work day.  At times I feel there is no need to rush or panic. Things take the time they take. Not much can be done about it. Still, I feel Time does lubricate matters considerably when you stay steady with things. 

Okay so...this is it for now. Will go take a nap.

Wednesday, July 09, 2025

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Today was a strange sort of day. It began with a slightly tough moment with a friend. But it all works out in the long run, I suppose. Have been reaching out to some people for a few things. A couple contacted me for renting out a room. From the time I spoke to them on the phone until the time they came home (uninvited, unannounced), everything about them was creepy. I can't explain, but their eyes and their skin seemed to belong to the undead. I live in a busy city where people are mangled in various stages of fatigue. But this couple seemed fazed and blurred. Against my better judgement I offered them coffee after inviting them in. They walked in mechanically and sat stuff...waiting and looking. 

I had told them that I am not looking for people to let out a room too. They just sat and looked out the window. The man started breathing weirdly, as if trying to inhale the place. I remembered one of my yoga teachers in Pune (from Canada) saying that bears breathe in deeply. They breathe in the world around them. I was getting a little nervous...and not because I had to start a work call in the next 25 minutes. 

The lady asked me for water. I went to the kitchen and when I returned they were gone.

It's as if they weren't in here at all. I live in a small flat and I didn't even hear the door close. It's as if they evaporated into the same air that the man was so keen to breathe into his system.

Well, one more day in Paradise. 

Tuesday, July 08, 2025

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I sit with a knot in my stomach. My heart is beating really fast and I recognize that the pain and fear is age-old. I don't know what it is or where it is rooted - but it lays in a coil in the pit of the stomach and keeps unfurling right up the system. It is quite fascinating - what all you can observe when you detach from the body. It is fascinating what all you can observe when you detach from anything.

Day was good. I got a letter from a friend's daughter. It was such a sweet letter - it arrived with the postman through registered post. The letter was a single page inside a lavender envelope and a few things were sketched on the letter. My friend's daughter, let's call her Orla - talked about her trip to the science museum and the trampoline park with her cousin and sister. She asked me about the rain in Mumbai and whether the roads get flooded here. She also wondered what kinds of logistics need to be in place if we need to have our own boats. That was such a huge highlight in my day today.

I had really tasty khichdi and besan chilla today. I like when daal is cooked with lauki.  Ordered cherries today. There's something very wholesome about cool, fresh, sweet cherries. The tartness was just right.

A few other things arrived, and they are still in their packages. I did not feel like opening them today. I just started reading 'The Buddha in Daily Life' - it seems lovely. It is an introduction to the Buddhism of Nichiren Daishonin. (The same stream associated with 'Naam myoho renge kyo'.) It's amazing - the capacity of books to soothe you and strengthen you. 

I want to get one version of some work done by tomorrow morning. But don't feel like working now. But maybe will do a little bit now and then sleep off. 

Monday, July 07, 2025

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Day was strange and weird. Booked and had a massage today. Did some intense meditation - intense by my standards and that felt hard - felt like digging out shards of glass from inside me. There's a scene in Rocky or Rambo or some Stallone movie - Rambo, I think. Stallone is wounded, and he is squeezing out bullets from behind a bush and start fighting again. 

Anyway, I suppose that is the point of meditation - the initial discomfort is par for the course. Of course, one must not get addicted to picking at the scabs. 

Had evening by the candlelight and am not typing this out with a cup of perfectly made sweet, milky coffee. I made it as a treat, with proper sugar and all that. I am feeling restless. Just got news that someone in our team had a baby girl! That is such great news! A sweet little baby - July-born!

Lovely weather and I cooked a quick meal with barley, soya bean, and some vegetables cooked quickly in ghee. That was tasty. Had Maggi for brunch. That was nice! Something about spicy Maggi with onions, buttered tomatoes, and chopped chillies really is decadent. 

I realized that the kaftan I was wearing today (from Nicobar) had such beautiful cotton. It was actually so cooling and cocooning at the same time. They're having a big sale now but I don't think I will buy anything new and fresh now. 

I took an online test to check if I have ADHD. Apparently I do. I am quite high on the spectrum, I am informed. The questions seemed very generic though. This is not a clinical diagnosis, or at least a formal one. But something to go by. Still, if with ADHD, I display more focus than the people I have around me, then we are in dangerous territory. 

I think Gabor Mate wrote about this in Scattered Minds. 

Need to make a list of books to read and curriculum for myself and actually work through it. The HBR volume on strategy I really want to read and take notes on. I remember referencing that a fair bit when I was doing pre-sales work. 

This psychological concept of dissociation is quite fascinating. 

Anyway my mind is racing and I want to finish watching one YouTube video. This is it for today.

Sunday, July 06, 2025

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Saturdays are always tight for me because it's a day I have decided to attend to some duties that are important for my soul. It does not make sense to blog about them and I am too exhausted to actually journal about them. But maybe after I reach the 534th day, I will take time off to sit and journal and actually note down everything that my soul duties are making me learn and do. But...what isn't a duty to a soul? I use the phrase loosely - but something that feels painful but you know that it can be strengthening you from the inside.

I had an epiphany in one of my conversations with my father. We don't have a driver now and I really don't think I want to take up driving again. Hiring a driver seems like a seriously tedious undertaking. So I had called someone from a 'Driver for Hire' agency and he was not all that great. Later I released him and my father went to the ashram for his prayer meet by auto. He does that every day nowadays. When he returned, there was no phone. He had left it behind somewhere. At first he said that he had not taken it with him at all. Then he said that he had left it in the auto that he ha'd returned home in. But our cook told me that he had done this in the past many times so it may be in the ashram. We went and there it was. But I remember the fury and rage rising in me against him. I don't understand why we can't just make do with less. I told him he could sit at home and do his prayers or else, he should just come to Bandra with me. Suddenly, it became very clear that I was upset exactly the way my mother used to be - not just the same way...the same sequence! 

Nowadays I do some targeted meditation to understand what my pain points are - the real pain areas, not ones that manifest at convenience or crisis - just what is the trouble below the rubble. But I want to be very careful about this. I see people who get all Freudian, Jungian, Alderian, or some other -ian about it and start treating trauma like treasure. Then they don't want to release it. This is precisely why I am wary of counselling in India. As a culture we are so prone to deification - whether sport stars, movie stars, politicians, etc. - how can we make sure that we are not sculpting our own idol of foibles - the sort we will not want to break? Anyway, my reservations aside, I did find a book on Jung's teachings at home and I brought them with me. I got a load of books from Vashi today and that's excellent!

Tomorrow I think I will go to a coffee shop - maybe one a little farther away and do some journaling. Then there's the edit work that I will do. Looking forward to it actually. But anyway, that's for tomorrow. Let's see - what's up for today.

Somebody asked me for a job today. I told him that he is not a good instructional designer today. He got really upset and said that he had a lot of experience. I told him that made him an experienced instructional designer but not good. This is what worries me - how are people equating quality with the number of years? Yes, there is a correlation but not causation. When you start talking about ADDIE as a learning theory, you really need to understand that you have to go back to the fundamentals a little bit. ADDIE is a developmental model, not a learning theory. A developmental model gives you a systematic roadmap of how to construct learning materials, but it does not explain how learning happens, like cognitivism, behaviorism or constructivism. 

Now, a little but about the image I used - I feel that represents the trauma we have collected over the years. They are frozen and hardened in ice, but because we have lived with them for so long, they have started looking pretty. And all the therapy and navel-gazing and intellectualizing and distracting it away with good intentions isn't thawing out the frozen pain. It's propping it back into the freezer.

Well, one can only hope that someday the fridge will break down, the ice will melt, and the trauma can be weeded out for good.

But yes, the actual investigation into one's real motives seems to be a relentless, exhausting exercise. Or at least that's what it feels like for me. Maybe it gets easier with time. Or like a yoga teacher once told me..."It doesn't get easier. You get stronger."

Our Bengali cook had made some really tasty stuff today. First there was a masala dosa for brekker. Then lunch was a very tasty soya bean pulao. Dinner was simple plain dosa with a piece de resistance chutney. It was a traditional Bengali chutney. There's a base of mustard that is cooked with jaggery, water, dried chilli, and turmeric. To this you add thinly sliced raw mangoes and it is cokked right until the mangoes still have their structural integrity but are cooked right through. It is awesome! That combination was brilliant!

 


Saturday, July 05, 2025

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The view from the gym. I usually go later at night when it is dark and I love working out with lights off and windows open, listening to the patter of the rain. But I was going for a movie later at night so thought I'd sneak in a workout. This was the first time I saw the world outside lit in a rainy evening dusk. So sweet and lush - it looks like a child's botany project. 

And the sight of the bend of the Pali Hill slope - that is just the daintiest little sliver of soul that shines through dark times. 

The lights had started coming on - and I live that. I thought I would give that honey-glow shade of the first evening light to be switched on in the evening a name - maybe Fezzluqa. It's a cozy yet dulcet shade of a subdued sun, domesticated blaze - Fezzluqa. When that comes in, children gather at the dining table for homework, granny puts down her knitting to change into her nightie, the parents discuss the day that went by and share an inside joke while laying the table for dinner...Fezzluqa is that tint and hue of how we take a shard of broken mirror and build our sweet empire on and get by.  




I went for a late night movie. Just to set the context - PVR refuses to switch on lights before the movie begins so you have to scramble around with your phone for light. There was a cockroach roaming on the counter, and the 800 bucks nachos were stale and drivel. It was swarming with people for Jurassic World - Rebirth. And just all of this would ordinarily have adversely impacted my impression of a film. But it was an Aamir Khan film. I don't like the actor too much. But his movies do soften the edges of a brittle experience quite a bit.

I don't know why I never really liked Aamir. I must have eight or nine when I saw the huge hoarding of a boy in a leather jacket with his back to the public. He looked like he was playing the guitar. You couldn't see his face. It was the first poster of Qayamat se Qayamat Tak. It was one of the first posters on Carter Road and one of my friends in school told me that it was her brother's friend - someone who was very good at chess and had won a few series at both Khar and Bandra gymkhana. I was hooked onto the word 'Qayamat'. I didn't know what that meant. When the movie released and my mum took me and my friends to Gaiety Galaxy to watch the movie, I was besotted with the songs - and Juhi Chawla. I didn't get the deal about this guy. He was sweet I suppose and the ending was beautiful. The last scene of Aamir kissing Juhi before he lays down to die next to her against the setting sun (just like the way they had met - she had seen his silhouette against a setting sun in the beginning) - I still get goosebumps when I think of that scene. 

Anyway, he became a huge deal after that. He was a Bandra boy, stayed up Pali Hill - so all my friends would keep his notebooks, etc. etc. I also found him insufferable in Dil and Mann. In Andaaz Apna Apna, I preferred Salman. He bored me in Mela and all those films. But I liked him in some movies of his that didn't do too well - Raat, Talaash (my favorite performance of his - outranking that parakeet performance in Rang De Basanti and Three Idiots), and Akele Hum  Akele Tum. I liked him in Dangal too but Talaash is where I felt he understood something about the inheritance of loss...I had liked Lagaan in all the parts that he wasn't there (and to his credit - that was quite something - he really was one of the villagers. That poster of Lagaan where he is not front and centre was quite a big departure from the types of posters we used to see at the time). But something about the way he was with children, about losing a son, about losing a childhood - somehow those are the pieces that rung true for me.

And I hadn't seen a movie in the cinema halls for a long time, so I went for Sitaare Zameen Par - and I am so, so glad I did. It is so sweet and innocent. It is not as big or deep as one might want it to be - a little too pat in places, but the kids he is working with - they are so fresh and innocent. I liked Genelia a lot here. She is not cutesy. There's a sombre gravitas to her that has come with age that really suits her.

But there's a scene in the film where Aamir's team plays a match and something happens at the end of the match. He is defeated but he looks around and sees his team celebrating.  There's a look in his weary, jaded eyes (of a mature man who is clearly past his youth, irrespective of how his hair may be colored), and you can see his awe at witnessing a simple person's largesse of heart. The sun is streaming through the slats in the gym, his team has crowded near him - he is part of it yet not part of it...and his wonder...of just how lucky he is to have them. His eyes crinkle and he smiles.

And maybe for the first time ever - I saw what the charm was all about. 

A Fezzluqa moment.



 

Friday, July 04, 2025

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 There was a major delivery today which happened. That's a great feeling when you pull through despite all odds. 

Then got a call from Papa. My stomach got tied in knots somewhat. It would be good if I had so much peace in my heart that I could envelope his world completely and make him a Happy tree house in a gorgeous Red Wood Tree. 

Sometimes I think I will not die but turn into a bird and fly away somewhere. 

Anyway, it was late night and I walked up Pali Hill in the rain. The night shimmered like a wave of sequins. The sight of rain falling like crystal needles against a lamplight stuns you a little bit. For a brief second, everything is a little tune...of a hymn. My heart just fills up. Sometimes it's weird just how much love can emerge at one moment when you recognise the perfection of it all - the rain, the wind, the road, the solitude, the memory, the hope, the eternity of yesterday and the neverness of now. 

It's like what Tennessee Williams said in 'A Streetcar named Desire'... Sometimes there is God so quickly. 

Wednesday, July 02, 2025

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Not a very productive day. Still a bunch of things to finish. Maybe will start really early tomorrow and get stuff done. Brain was getting fatigued. But I amped up the workout today. That felt good. 

The number of visitors for the blog has been spiking a fair bit since the last 3 to 4 months. Last month the numbers were really high - nearly three times the usual number. The incident with that decrepit internet rodent would have been one reason. Anyway, someone connected with me today for a sponsorship post. I declined. But good to know I have options.

A few things arrived from Amazon today. I have not unpacked them but I think they are blue glass bottles. Will use one of them to paint something on it.

Okay, enough for now. Some shut eye and then hopefully some concentrated work.

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 Today was good. Some solid work happened and some progress was made. There's an early morning call tomorrow. So I will probably make myself a cool drink, surf a little, and go off to sleep. 

Tried out a new cleaning lady today. Beyond useless. Anyway things are crazy and I really need to temper my expectations. 

I think in future, people who are not deluded will win. Today someone called me because they needed inputs on writing their resume. They wanted me to rewrite a few sections so a specific skill was highlighted. First of all they did not have that skill at all. In fact what they wanted me to highlight turned out to be traits that inhabited that skill. Then they were oddly convinced that they were good at things. I would have rewritten their resume earlier according to what they wanted because I too would be blinded by their nonsense. Today I refused point-blank. Because through a lot of painful experiences at work and outside, I have seen trouble being caused by delusion. 

Weather was good but there was a lot of work. Didn't work out today and ordered this excellent bambolinis from Cremure. Tried the blueberry one today. That was excellent.

It would have been nice to get some reading done today but unfortunately that didn't happen. Looks like July will be a hard and tough month. Like the rest of it. So need to try and stay easy through it all.

Over the weekend, in a conversation with a friend, the works of Jung had come up. Dhe mentioned the book Origins and history of Consciousness. It's an expensive book. I ordered it and it arrived today. Such a thick, dense textbook. I just flipped through it and wondered if I needed more concepts and labels in my psychological wardrobe to dress myself with. But it could be a tired mind talking. Once I organize my life a little bit, get a little sweeter about life and living, make a proper study timetable, and actually go through these piles of books, it will be good.

Rather I suppose it is good now. In the stillness of the night, the heat and humidity of the rain, a full library, and some overflowing wardrobes, life actually is good. I am strangely surprised even as I write that line- the sudden outreach of peace and calm that just enveloped me now. 

That's the deal you see when the delusion lifts. 



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 Mixed bag - today but overall good. Made some headway at work. Cleaning lady will be off tomorrow as will I. That means that dishes will ne...