Spit-fire!

I HATE spitters! Yes, I do! It is one thing that irritates me more than anything else in this world...well discounting a few things perhaps...
But, I digress...I hate spitters. People who in all earnestness believe that this world is their wash basin...For whom painting the town red takes an altogether new connotation!
Picture this....you are dressed for that all-important meeting at work, where you have a presentation to make. you have donned a crisp white, neatly ironed salwar kameez that you know will help that iron-cast impression you want to make. You get off the sweaty bus and try to navigate your way through a fleet of auto rickshaws...And SPLAT!!! someone from the window of the bus you just alighted from spat right over the sleeve of your pristine white kurta! Just how annoying does it get??
What is it about Indians and projectile displacement of paan and saliva? No, really, what is this urge to spit around all about? Is it about leaving a mark on the paths that you tread? or has it something to do with poor adaptation in the oral stage? Am I getting too psychoanalytic? Well, thats just how bugged I am!!
I hate spitters...And in case you have been wondering, yes, I have been spat at again this past weekend!

POintless POst...

Murphy, whoever he was, was definitely a distant ancestor of mine. He might even have been me in one of my past lives. Infact, I'd go as far as to say that he is one of my principle reinforcers in the faith of reincarnation. How else could you explain the long-standing, well observed (and sometimes documented) fact that his laws seem to apply so much more in my life than anywhere else?
Is it just me? Am I an error magnet of sorts? People who have been with me at any level know that I am ever so accident-prone. Put me in an empty room, and I will bang into nothingness and collapse into vaccuum. Totally fool-proof situations are not RAmya-proof...Anything..just anything can go wrong with me around.
No, I am not talking out of low self-confidence or even low self efficacy...it just so happens that I think rather highly of myself. In most other arenas. But this, it is true. And anyone who knows me will attest to it. I attest to it...and I have known me for 26 years...

Where do we belong?

Its all over the news...Sporting world has been taken by storm...ICC and BCCI have locked horns and made peace more than once over an issue that seems to have minimal if any cricketing relevance. Yes, I am talking about the Habhajan-Symmonds "racial" abuse issue, the much talked about, printed and dissected event of the month. While I remain unsure as to whether or not it was a racial slur, it made me wonder about what a race is all about really.And about the number of groups that we belong to in course of our life and our varying attachment to these...There are just so many inclusive and exclusive groups...the universe is one, the world another, the two hemispheres may well be groups, as may be all those people who write with their left hands. But how much solidarity would you find in members of these groups? Some of these groups are defined by descent, by inheritance. Like your race, caste, family, religion (I'm a little ambivalent about this one, but that makes for another post altogther) Some are formed in course of life in an attempt to achieve a common goal. Like your school, college, workplace, clubs, teams and the rest. And some are a combination of both. Your country is a group, and so is your city. You and your spouse are a group too. But the question is where do you find your belongingness? Most people would most likely say family, but the dynamics I find are very complicated. And at some level spiritual. Because membership to these groups is on paper absolute, but psychologically varies in degrees.I find that I identify myself most with (other than family) my country. And then perhaps my city. I find also, that I don't offend so easily by what may be percieved as derogatory remarks made about my religion, not because I am lacking in faith in anyway, but because religion for me is not a groupism thing but a highly individualistic factor and very personal. Strange how it varies though, huh? Where do we belong, really?

Lazy day woes...

Today was one of those days where I had absolutely nothing to do, from morning till night. No appointments, no reports, no meetings, no work at home either. And the paradox is, when such a day does come along, after ages of being busy, your mind craves for something "productive" to do...And on the loaded days, when work often leaves you with no time for anything else, you want to laze around and sleep till late and do nothing generally!
I hereby resolve to enjoy every moment of lazing around that life affords me hereafter... :) plz dont take that away from me, God!

The First Post

My first post!! Never thought I'd get here...Thanks, J, and all other friends, who have been pushing me to do this for a long time now.. (ok, stop rambling! its not like you have won the oscar or something!)
This space is about my worlds (yes, that is plural...I do belong to multiple worlds, as do most of us without realising it), my thoughts (as blogs most often are) and the random happenings in my everyday life. A note of caution: should my ramblings appear to you as beyond the realms of "normal" or "sane", don't warrant yourself any unnecessary distress over my mental status, I assure you this is how I have always been. Comments, counter-posts, and all other communication most welcome!