My little thoughts for living..

Only the present is Real. The Past is only in our Minds. The Future is in our Projected Minds.

Get to Know and Love your Outer Self. But Get to know and Love your Inner Self more. Your outer self is the sum total of others' perception of you. Your inner self is the sum total of your perception of yourself. If the Knowledge of your inner self is deep and complete, only one Self remains.

Forget, if you can. For, who are you, to forgive another when you need forgiveness yourself?

There is no unselfish act in this world. This is the very nature of things.

Just accept and do it. Keep accepting and doing . Keep on accepting and doing . That’s all is expected of you.



About Me

Chennai, Tamilnadu, India
home maker, working professional . Woman . Wife, Mom, Daughter. More. All in a mixed parody of sorts! Don't know whether I have been accepted in any of these roles.I am Moody, yet love people. I ike solitude but also love scintillating conversation. Creative , yet able to withstand being hemmed in by mediocrity! Practical, yet irrational. Hardworking, but love to laze around doing nothing at all for periods on end! Like to travel, but havent travelled at all:)Spiritual ,yet constantly seeking to learn more about it.!I am ,various things to various people and enjoy all the games I play!

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Thursday, January 14, 2010

Travelling by Metro:)

I have always liked the sound of the chug chug of the train. Always reminds me of leaving town, going for holidays, summer vacations as kids, travel, the outdoors, the great beyond! My, what a train of thought:)

And when I travel by the beautiful, wide, MRTS (I think its Metro Railway Transport System or Mass Rapid Transit System, whatever..)at Chennai, I am happy. We pass poverty, we fly over dirt and squalor, we pass the big, concrete IT buildings, we pass happy children playing, we pass..oh we pass a lot, but seen from a higher perspective, er..higher perspective literally of course.. it seems that the squalor and dirt and crowds just melt away into the distance. The rich-poor divide was never more evident than at the Boat Club where elite Chennaities chugged gently on their genteel little boats rowing away for all they were worth, while on the periphery of the Coouum dirt congealed and rotted and little children were spotted...Hmmm Life ho to aisi!! (dunno if i have the grammar right:))

Whats really tragic are the traffic messes (not" jams;" its an insult to the word "jams" because jam gives the impression of a planned event gone haywire but "messes" are unplanned events meant to go haywire:) . The long lines of cars and two wheelers and cycles and buses and blah blah..all stuck at odd angles, the innumerable signals, the jaywalking public. The trains go empty while the road is full, the bus is full. Don't people want the exertion of taking the stairs at railway stations and walking it a bit to their places of work ? Or is it the freedom to possess your own vehicle (and worse ride/drive it) at any cost? Or could it be that humans are so depraved that it gives one man strange powers and happiness to sit as a lone occupant in a SUPV (say a Tata Innova) and chase all the pedestrians on a small road hither and thither? hehehe:) I wouldnt know!!

Anyways, here I am , travelling by the fastest mode of surface transport i know of, and walking it a bit , and enjoying life!! And I am recommending every executive working with me to use the Metro:)

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