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I’ll start with the definition google gives for the word; “the quality of being outstanding or extremely good.” I just like the sound of that phrase, ‘extremely good’. This following piece is an extension and elaboration of my notes from a keynote I attended today, given by professor Terry Orlick. He’s a Canadian expert on … Continue reading

Between sugar and a soft place

Yesterday I came back from a trip. A trip about which I had some preconceived notions as to how it was going to turn out and what it was going to do for me. When we have preconceived notions about something we fail to acknowledge the fact that we live in the world we live … Continue reading

How does it feel to fall for someone…?

“It was not only her looks, though they were awfully alluring, the smoothness of her pale skin and the way her hair fell over her forehead and the grave sweetness of her brown eyes, it was more that that; you had a sensation of well being when you were with her, as though you could … Continue reading

Dad’s scribbles 

I was on a sabbatical, with exams and stuff but now I’m back. No better way to restart the blog than this little quote I found written in a very old notebook of mine, by dad. I don’t remember him writing it and I was about to throw the notebook away when luckily I decide … Continue reading

Impact And Legacy

One day my father posted a poem by Rabindranath Tagore on the door of our fridge. It read simply, “Spring has passed, summer has gone and winter is here. And the song that I meant to sing remains unsung. I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument.” These words were about a man … Continue reading

It was a tough day….

It was a tough day today. There wasn’t anything to do and I sat at home most of the time reading. I have realised that meaning is important in life, not only the bigger, larger meaning; but also meaning in your days, your hours, they have to mean something otherwise it gets pretty dull, pretty … Continue reading

The Paradox Of Silence

The silence betrays a sense of lingering unease Every boom that tears through it Is then a dash of happy Its loneliness I am scared of And silence is a harbinger The sound is annoying The silence, reassuring And yet too much of silence is somehow Just like sound The ears hurt And the eyes … Continue reading

Albert Camus Quotes

Maugham on love

Their love is founded on an illusion, perhaps; but since it has to them all the appearance of a reality, what does it matter? – Somerset Maugham, The Happy Couple, Collected Short Stories Volume 1