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This blog is just an endeavor to pen and share some episodes of my life and some waves of thoughts that hit me. Please don’t mistake that you can study me as a whole in here. I’m sorry, for I too have many things to be kept reserved either within my family schema or within my psyche. But whatever that have been scribbled in this sunless sky is true. I promise.

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Here mentations are drifting into a sunless sky...and I named it “Aphorisms”….Keep reading…

--Varun



Thursday, January 31, 2013

JANUARY


Well, 2013 is 31 days old and this is the first time to click the ‘New Post’ button on Aphorisms. I’m free or rather I have no commitments and apart from that there isn’t anyone waiting for a new post on Aphorisms. So there isn’t much to worry when the ‘New Post’ button is left undisturbed for a while. Still, at times I do find it pretty hard to moor my mind that scatters and races to each and every nook and corner of my past, present, thoughts, dreams and senses in search of something to write.
That was when I thought of a kind of conventional diary entry. Just briefly explain my day. But for a lazy chap like me that won’t roll for more than a week. Writing is perhaps an infection to which I’m deeply addicted to.
That slothful thought was something that motivated me elaborate the span to jot down from a day to a month. Now let’s see how far and well is this going to roll down the unknown road that 2013 have for me.
~January~
New Year was born as I was speaking to Amma over phone. Fireworks, greetings, hugs, shake hands, updating FB status all happening with a slight sarcasm towards the poor old misinterpreted Mayans and the too brilliant NASA spokespersons who came every now and then on the Discovery channel advertising the “Doomsday”.
Happy that the New Year resolutions remain solid even as a month sings off. A total distance of 100+ mi jogging was done this month which proves that my leg has far past the ‘recovery state’ which also proclaims that I may be ready to kick start my Bullet when I reach home this time. Happy!! Anxious!!!
Completed reading Paulo Coelho’s Aleph. I was reading Paulo Coelho’s work for the first time. I really loved the way he treated the mystical realism and the beauty of sentences that leave a lasting impression on me. For example, there was a place where he explains a hug.
“A gesture as old as humanity itself, and which means far more than the meeting of two bodies. An embrace means: I don’t feel threatened by you; I’m not afraid to be this close; I can relax, feel at home, feel protected and in the presence of someone who understands me. It is said that each time we embrace someone warmly, we gain an extra day of life. So please, embrace me now.”
That brings about a better definition, meaning, feel and a new dimension for that gesture… Hug.
January was a busy but not-so-busy month work wise. Days went on quite smoothly despite some negligible issues. On the 16th, that 23 year old girl from Delhi kept flashing in my mind. It’s been a month since she left home. Ten days later on 26th, India celebrated her 64th Republic day amid protests. But most people who then yelled to boycott the Republic Day function forgot all that a month later. Forgetting has become a national disease. She doesn’t have to be our sister, daughter, niece or friend to feel so much for.
Issues are developing exponentially in our country which are quite capable enough to wake the ‘Indian’ or ‘Anniyan’ in us. But Indians or Anniyans are fair only when Mr.Shanker narrates.
May God bless our country…
Another 8 days more and I’ll be at home. Time often moves at snail’s pace as the number of days fall shorter. Quite ridiculous...!!!
And that’s My January signing off.
Welcome February…

1 comment:

  1. Dear Varun,

    Just chanced upon your blog and your words "This is my world...my light...and my life. This is my Amma. And with her.., it's me...". How true!

    Your words have touched me. Regards to your Amma!

    Deepa

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