What to do when its stuck..Walk..!

Loads of lectures to watch and  some heavy weightlifting  must be done in couple of weeks of time to train my mental muscles If i want to have a fair chance of coming through the screening tests I have decided to take. Three months ago the books in my table seemed like wild beasts. But now they look like wolves which when trained enough can become dogs.

But today evening, I was feeling the heat. I was doing a retrospection and as always the repercussion of retrospections only costs you some more hours of inactivity. The summer was on as well and I tried hard to clean my dirty and scary memories by sleeping. No sleep wasnt due for me at 5 PM and after few minutes I got up and decided that this monotony has to broken. But I had know energy to pushy my body for any strenous physical or mental exercise. The usual stress buster is a movie in PVR.. and decided to do that. While sipping a cup of coffee before taking the PVR bus,it stuck me why not get some fresh sea breeze instead of betting on a average movie. Then I came back home packed some snacks and started walking again.

The wait for the bus to beach was little longer and then it stuck me, why should get hustled in the crowd at this part of the day. Then I took the usual week end stress buster. A long walk till the roundana , book gazing for a while, people looking all the way , few minutes in the park relishing and realising life and then walk back home.

Its been always the case that such will be divided in to different phases,

1. Walk up towards a oddysey:

It would start with a sigh and I would doubt myself whether I can walk all the way and return back without being tired.All those things which I didn’t do well would be getting their space in my mind to remind me on how irregular I am. I would be walking through one of the posh streets one cant help feeling how puny we look before their palatial places. Every now and then a new shop or business would pop up and I would try to discern the feasibility and creativity behind them.

2. At the book store.

I wont rate Oddysey as  a book store for they lack both variety and quantity but still the ambience in which they stock the few best sellers draws a good niche crowd (also foolish?:)!) I scan around for books on kids and if I find one, I will be transported to a different world. I take them and read  them in parts every week! If I dont get any new kid books, I roam around until I find some scintillating title (the likes on how to get a girl to talk to you! How to startup in 21 days). Reading between those books, would give me some false confidence that I can wire up a better one than these. In the mean time, watching people read books is more fascinating experience. One can judge some one by the way their eye balls roles while they were scanning titles. [Doesnt sound like a nice trick to find potential mates [prefixing a soul would make it sound less offensive!]?].  Then I go up to the DVD’s section to check whether there are any cheap golden tamil movies. Years back when my hollywood exposure was close to zero I used to read the synopsis on the back of discs note the list of movies and get them in our own ways. Books, kids, movies .. the supply of these three things would recharge me. I am not sure whether I can force myself to read a book or watch a movie, but watching a kid do something so appealing makes you get over your worries.[mm..the earth runs in this fuel!]

3. In the park.

Towers park on week ends is an absolute delight. Plenty of sights to watch and a post isnt enough to describe all of them. There is beauty even in other wise dirty minded couples who seek darkness and dense bushes. Old couples sitting next to each other with their faces expressing assurance for each other, newly weds hanging out and enjoying the seclusion from family bonds inspite of being surrounded by a human sea, the familiar mom watching dad playing with kid (the best sight of all!) and finally kids running, rolling and rollicking ! Watching these things, I would feel nothing but hope.

4. Walk back

In the park, neuroprogramming is done , to be more apt, redone and lifes goals are reminded. I walk out with that list unwrapping,and comparing myself in this time to a distant some one. My idea of a good life, is being surrounded by great people most of whom are little:)! But to travel this difference in distance , the journey is arduous and  I wish I end up doing something more in life rather than rising my kids and passing my genes. To get there, one needs vision,power….! Its in the walk back to home, those noble  ideals come to my vision and also I get reminded of my idealistic approach to getting things done. I prioritize my tasks and the momentum keeps building. By the time I reach home, I would be mostly a different man than the one who walked out couple of hours ago.

On this particular day I am glad that I saved some money and time by not going to the beach or movie, and glad that  I got to document a little on my favorite walking trail. I am very sure that I would look back and claim that this is the path I walked irrespective of the destination I reached. I did end up doing more than what i did all the day in the four hours following the walk!

The paradox of pain!(And Pleasure..)

When I was brushing today morning,I felt a twitch in my back while attempting to open my jaws. I understood that it’s usual nerve twitch and its gonna be a normal day. But when I went ahead to gulp a cup of water, I couldn’t lift my heads beyond a point. Any movement to the the muscles in the back beyond a point resulted in me feeling the pain.Undeterred by it I proceeded to my morning walk, saying to myself few odd stretching during the walk should restore the supposed twitch. I couldnt swing my hands like any other normal day and thats when I felt the complex piece of engineering within us. For I could very well feel the pain some where near the shoulder joints, but the cause of the pain rose from the movement  of the head or muscles in the face.

I decided to rest for a while, assuming that the twitch caused by some random movement should subside on its own by another random movement while I am sleeping. I couldnt sleep and worst , It felt hard and painful to change positions and get up or lay down. It was painful.. for a moment I was thinking about the source of pain. Is it physical or mental and whats the reason behind the pain. I am no master of biology , but when it stuck me that its something in the mind which is preventing me to get up, I was able to get up in a jiffy. I was able to rotate my hand and swing it. Of course there was that twitch and pain,but they werent strong enough to prevent me from what I wanted to do.One of my friend had an undiagnosed renal infection and when I enquired whether she is feeling uncomfortable because of the infection she replied that except for the aberration in the normal functioning of the body everything else is fine and normal. She attributed it to her state of mind and even doubted whether her way of dealing with the microbial infection even affected the microbe from showing up.. Point is – the way you interpret the sensory interrupt can even change the way the “sensed”  object is behaving.

Moving on to pain, we all want to get rid of pain because it is disgusting. And it pains when it hurts most physically and emotionally. When it pains we find all means to avoid it. Just like how a little child is quick to take his fingers off from a fire, we react instinctively to various sources of emotional and physical pains.If not for that special “feeling” called for pain, we would continue to be in that state which is hurting us and become extinct after a while.

But again I call it as a paradox , because the progress of the species is again rooted in pain. The pain a mother undergoes while delivering a baby doesnt stop her from seeking the pleasure of having another baby. And not just in biology, but also in psychology we  attribute all gains to pains ["No gain without pain!"].

Pleasure is a reward which we all strive to get. Its a bribe which our biology+ psychology pays us to get the things they wanted to be done.From child birth to reading long hours to working over time, we do it either with pain or pleasure which leads to other. That which starts with pleasure ends with pain and vice versa.

If pain is a feeling which prevents us from hurting ourselves further , should we continue to disgust it.? If pleasure is something which keeps us doing something which isnt good for us, shouldn’t we start to disgust it ? If one answers the question the way I did,pain and pleasure swaps position.

Overall this blog post was sponsored by that nerve twitch in the back, which made me think even more about how we are wired! Enjoying the pain.. while my books await me.

Job “Less” Days

I have now lived close to two weeks without a day job to do. The main purpose behind it was to make time and read more on my interests and also prepare for certain entrance exams. I also wanted to hone my basics and get  a better hold of the profession I chose or I am in. Irrespective of how things turn , I prefer to stay on my own for few more months until I graduate in my own exams.

Close to two weeks — Am I spending my time the way I wanted to be? Mostly yes and partly no.  I used to watch atleast couple of movies in a week and  couple of books for a fortnight. Looking ahead I feel I should be more productive than being active, and also I want more of my additional readings and movies to be back in my schedule .This blog post is one such attempt to get back some old habits:)!.Rather than brooding on theory I should take up some real-time coding projects. But time is limited desire is unlimited.I found that  to be missing in this phase. [When Action is a onto function mapping every element of set Accomplishment to its domain "Wish" life is fulfilled.]

And currently due to my skills and the nature of exams I am quite overwhelmed and anxious about the exams and I am spending most of my time for it to get me ready for Level 1. I am still at the level where I am working on the prerequisites for getting on board to the preparation wagon.Looking back ,working with discrete maths has given me a new perspective to perceive things. We have all learnt basic algebra at high school without  worrying or realizing on how it can help.I consider myself atleast 10 years intellectually behind in grasping those concepts for they are so simple and interesting. While I am still not confident about finishing off whats required before its time, I am courageous enough for not to give up before its time.

I tried few changes in sleeping habits by taking a nap every five hours for the first week and it worked well. But gave it up when I started taking 15 -30 minutes to change states between waking up and rising up.:) Creativity is clearly not a function of time but productivity is. Productivity also depends on creativity.Creativity is  a state of mind which has to be maintained by doing what the brain needs to be alert and active. Its also in the state of indifference, efficiency takes a high. In other words when you are immersed in what you do , to the extent that you are not worried about the consequences of what you do, you do what you do (be it a murder or an artistic creation) at your best.

The best of efforts are effortless just like how a mothers love is without any tangible selfish intent! Not that there is no effort in it, but the doer doesnt perceive the efforts in it. Its possible to be unaware of your own efforts when you are self-aware of you! Paradoxical – but it isnt a paradox! For Job “less” days in itself is a paradox since I do more and feel like I have less time than those days where I had to work! I can last for the coming rainy season but must be ready to save and spend when the next summer comes…

3 – Touching new dimensions

I hated “kolaveri” and had an outrage against it. I dont like love at first sight fairy tale stories and above all I wasnt a fan of SelvaRagahavan’s pettai school of movies. And “3″ had these three as main ingredients. So I was expected to hate this movie as most others do, rather  after hearing other songs and reading about the movie, I felt its not bad to bet some time and waste some money on it. I did and it turned out to be time and money well spent.

What I liked most about the movie was the fact that it is the director’s first movie and it looked too good for that label. The tale though new was very simple and the director must have chose to have the plot very simple to make her writing easier. Movie starts with something , which you rarely see even at the end of tamil movies – yes it starts with the coffin of the hero being mourned [No I am not revealing anything, actually it helps if you walk in a bit late to the movie]. That indeed sets the tone , that this movie is not a rehash of  ”Thulavatho ellamai..” trends. As the name denotes the movie shows us three different phases of the  lead characters lives. Their puppy love days, merry marriage days and then a struggle within a person which creates another struggle between them.

Forget about kolaveri, all other songs in the movie  are above it in my ranking. I dont agree with what is shown as “Love scenes” in most of the tamil movies. But in this movie the (c)rush of adolescence was captured with a tinge of honesty and plenty of beauty. The rain plays a very important role in the couples relationship and the sound of rain just works the magic to create various moods in the movie. If you think this is a serious movie, you will not think so after watching the class room scenes and the physics tuition parts.There is absolutely no external disturbance for the lead pair,the parents dont oppose much, there is never a need to struggle to make the ends meet and the focus is on the internal disturbance which plays the spoilsport.Well done!

None including Sruthi over emotes. Though she is awful while crying she was credible if not awesome for most part of the movie. Dhanush sparkles yet again, I disliked his acting and the characters he chose while he was introduced, then started liking his acting , hating his characters for some time and now I have started to like both of them . Dhanush continues his brilliant form from Mayakam enna and stands out from the rest of the cast. Respect! Its the music, camera and editing which carries the narration forward. Those who are with it, will feel it as a breeze for the rest sorry this wind isn’t for you.

Now the flaws – yes the pace of the movie gets a blow after intermission. In order to savage it , they have attempted to add some cinematic cliches [kolaveri is one such attempt]. And the movie fails with most , for it failed to do its job well in conveying an essential element with conviction. But for the rest who can decipher it, this movie will work.Re-recording was noticeable after a long time in recent days.

When rest of the tinsel town is in “kolaveri” to mint  money by any means, here comes an effort from a gang of youngsters to change the content of cinema rather than rehashing “Sold out” selling techniques- A new dimension indicating the changing perspective  of our movie industry.

Down the memory lane..

Roughly six years back, a old boy but a young man came with his bags full of dreams assuming that its time to open them one by one and reached Tambaram on a hot summer evening. He must have took 10 minutes to get to the other side of the road. His Dad was here to drop him in to the company which recruited him a year back. That also indicates that he was still a kid. The next day morning he saw several faces like him assembled in the parking area of a office located in a posh area. As everyone else he also looked up to the building and in to the lives behind it. They were packed and taken to a college for a residential induction program.  It was almost like a mini college life within a week. Staying together with 300 odd people several new friendships were made.

He even became notorious with his questions and he continued the habit of asking questions after a long break [3 years at college] from the first benches of the seminar rooms. Excitement had eroded the fear in him to an extent that he gave icebreaker before 300 odd people even before becoming a toastmaster. He believed that he had made a right choice a year back in his campus by chosing to wait for this company rather than the one which came first [Nothing big, just ducking to give the first fish a miss to catch a better fish ]. But looking back from now, he knew that he wasnt a technical expert or 100% certain that this company would take him. Yet again passion had eroded his fear and enriched his confidence and he did wait. And he made it, it became one of the celebrated decisions of his college history.

But he had to face shocks and surprises and roll back his dreams in to the bag. He had too many of them so he kept trying one by one as days rolled by. He was stubborn about learning assembly,microcontrollers,hardware , but without his awareness he got sight of the unix beauty.His days were interesting at work, though he always wore a gloomy look and made you think that he is a loser. Never mind he too thought like that only to change about it later. 3 years rolled by. He had dabbled  with his infatuation and few other things which can make a good resume. Its when he madly desired to find out what happens within the walls of corporate clients and he moved his sight towards onsite.

As always destiny tests him before reaching him and he had to go through a rough phase. He tried to give up  his values, but time taught him some lessons and gave him some credits too. But again it gave it in the form of surprise and shock. Surprise – he was given a great project at onsite right at the place where dreams are made – Hollywood. Shock- he cant expect the corporate exposure he wanted and the technical exposure he needed. But he found solace in other things in the city – discovered the joy of books, movies and living together[Oh no ! before you do think I warn you not to think that way!] with new people.He had also discovered something thats going to explain certain puzzles he had in his mind all long for a long time. With all that he decided to pack when its time and make a come back in careeer and to the country.

But things arent going to be easy for him. All that was easier then was made difficult right from the place where he stayed,people whom he worked and everything else was taken aback. The puzzle became even bigger without any solutions. He had to solve it. Months rolled on with him making any progress. He did restore the place, the work, people part of him. But something within him kept him unsettled. He had to answer that puzzle.It was his own and he decided to do it on his own. It needs a little of maths , more of computer science and even more of him to solve it. To get more of him he decided to quit that which asked for his time and didnt use it.

Here he is in the place where he loves – KNBL, having many friends around him [Books and real friends too!] and many small puzzles leading to that big riddle. He is not sure whether he can solve it, but there is no fun in solving a known problem.

He says so because he doesnt feel it as an achievement when he croses a busy road these days. But six years ago writing a piece of program or crossing a busy road were thrilling moments. He is in search of new thrills…!

Down the memory lane..

I wouldnt have believed in my wildest dreams that I would opt  to work for a  GUI development for a banking project. But I did chose that stunt for a brief stint. I am thankful that it didnt work out. I make my own choices and some times some of those arent good for me:)! That was one such bad choice which had lot of good stuff too. For the first time in life I had a MAC to work. The assignment was to develop iPhone applications and I had to clear a client interview to get in to the project.

The office which hosted the project was far away from my residence and I had to start at 7 AM. I was told that this predicament would last only for two weeks but it went on for two months. That was my first brush with an APPLE product (I get goosebumps as I type this. That word stands for some philosophy , its a metaphor for the MAN who Changed the world the way he wanted it to be without complaining about it.). I enjoyed working in MAC development environment. For some one who is used to half-baked or non-existent documentation in OSS world, the spoonfeeding by the MAC development suite and the beauty of architecture was enlightening. I did enjoy it for a few days afterwhich the travel became arduous. I made that choice with a wish to use my VISA atleast once. When I learnt that the promises made and the interview arent going to  happen any soon travel became a pain. If not for Ashok who worked in a office closeby I would have quit that travelling. Even with him it became boring after 2 months. So I went up and told I am not interested in this assignment and their reply was “You got that long awaited interview next week and you will be flying to the united states of A” in two weeks. But I have made by decision, I told them that I have made a wrong choice and I didnt like to continue it and apologized for causing inconvenience to them. At the same time, I indicated its that indefinite time and uncertainity which made me retracted my decision.

I am a reasonably fast and good learner. My then boss was adamant and forced me to stick on to it. But as I resisted he had no other go to take him to his boss.We discussed and I was given the freedom to chose what I want. I came back to my old team. I had this freedom of moving around,[it has to be obtained with a fight] in this company. I have worked on projects which fits in the various levels right from developing java script based GUI to writing assembly code for a PIC. Its that versatility which I consider my strength. Attribute that to this first job!

Down the memory lane ..

Appraisals are the equivalents of examinations in corporate world.  I dont care a dime about them for I understood in my second year itself that even when universities fail at evaluating intellectual capabilities these half baked corporate process cant be anywhere near to measuring my potential. They do ,but they measure it with another yardstick which is relevant to them, but not your skill as they flaunt.

During my first year my supervisor was satisfactory about my performance and gave me good comments, but I ended up getting only ratings which even surprised my supervisor. He appeared bothered ,but I was unperturbed for I told him “I dont mind even if I dont get a rise,but I wanted a project change where I can work in …!” He assured that too..but somehow it didnt happen for the whole of next year. It was my second year at work and it was apprisals time.  My performance was  well below my expected standards in my self evaluation and I agreed with all of what my supervisor said. I told him this dip is because I can no longer work in this when I am interested in that. He almost threatened me saying that you can never get a change from this team.

That was a friday. Monday came and I dropped my papers.! Back then I had an offer from a very interesting start up (Looking back If i had taken a different decision that day ,I could have either made it  in newspapers or gone jobless for a while:)). That action had changed the perspective of my boss and his boss. I was assured a project change and was given one within 20 days on a note that I should withdraw my resignation. Being a typical middle class boy, though my parents supported me by words, I could feel the turbulence in their hearts to work for a nameless company. And I had got a project which has the word “kernel” in it. Appeared like a safe sail. Hence continued it. Just to make a note that how things change between a Friday and Monday!

Compiling a kernel takes only two words make; make install. But when I did it for the first time and installed it in a piece of hardware and started my first lessons with it, I felt in union with it. I was full of energy in those days when I worked in that project. I was simply incredible to an extent that I put extra flab too! I had my best boss in that project who taught me lot of things without preaching. I still remember the way I used to climb the steps as fast as I can so that I can get started quickly. I still use the same password which I used for that project server to my personal systems till date.That was the time when Varanam Ayiram got released too… ! Playing those songs and working with that hardware mangled with wire – I started tagging myself as  a geek then. I am still not a complete geek. I knew that my skills are much inferior than most college kids. But those days in that project, the slope of my ability curve was very steep!

But again it was recession time, and even at the end of my best year I wasnt given the best possible rating. I didnt care a dime even then. Its close to six years and I havent even got that best possible rating once. I wont treat me high , even if they lend me that title, but this system is broken.You cant have a relatively good performing and loyal employee of yours devoid of certain goodies which you lavish on some kids.

If you read this far and you are hurt by one such appraisal, repeat to yourself  ”I dont care a dime about this non-sense!” .  I dont blame it entirely on the company, they just let it go and they want those who can dance to their tunes.

Down the memory lane..

It was during my first month I guess. I was finally assigned to a project and a lead , and I was given a system which wasnt connected to internet. As per thumb rule in IT cos I was groomed for some dispensable job and we were used occasionally. [Voila! We crossed it so soon!] But I had my plans and dreams. I joined this organisation to marry my infatuation – embedded systems. But I was thrown away from it [Its good it happened so !]. For the young mind, it felt like a dream shattered and the mind was hugely depressed and helpless – I didnt possess the knowledge to demonstrate that I am capable nor did I have the courage to quit my job then:)

My facility had a wonderful library and the mix of books were good since the marketing, HR and delivery teams operated from the same building. I had a penchant for self-help books then.The depressed mind raised out of the trough to the crest to trough when it spotted the book “Alchemist” in the library. That morning after meeting my lead I went in to the library picked that book went back to my place and started reading it.

That was a friday and I was a kid then for I went ahead to my lead to ask permission to be out of office by 4 PM so that I can be in my native at 10 PM. It was granted after a discussion.[Now I take my own permission to end my fridays work after lunch:)]. When it was time to go, I went ahead and reported to lead. He casually asked what did I do for the whole day. Again being a kid, I didnt hide any of the ecstasy I had acquired while reading Alchemist and said to him I read a book. He must have expected a technical book, but when I said it’s “Alchemist” and its a story on chasing dreams his face turned pale if not red.

That library was one wonderful gift which my company had given us. It was the best library in 20 odd offices within the city and it was my luck that I served in that office for a longer tenure. The friendships I made there and the books I got introduced by them and it has shaped me a lot than the salary which the company had offered me.

Now the library works only for four hours a week since the recession time. The books are sleeping and I couldnt see them that way.I seriously feel that inorder to maintain the bottom line in their financial sheets and to make headlines in newspapers they are missing out on the foundation.

 

Down the memory lane..

It was a tiring day at work, with the whole team working for an impending release. Something in my module or related to it wasnt behaving the way it should and I was debugging it with colleagues. I had to explore the library which the module uses and was doing it with time. But the impatient boss of mine decided to sit with us with a good intention of accelerating the progress.

Many at times like this depending on who the boss is, rather how the boss is, they end up decelerating worst even apply brakes in the progress.It so happened that I couldnt work with the pressure and my mind applied the brakes. My colleague was clever and considerate enough to sideline me and act in boss’s way. The day did end late and everyone left office to home. I couldnt tolerate the fact that a days progress of mine was halted and was terribly depressed on the way things work in world. Having a theathre opposite to the office is a gift and I use the gift regularly. I walked in to with a mind in which all the neural connections were turned off.

Pokkisam – A cherans periodical tale of romance was the movie. I thoroughly enjoyed the story on screen forgetting my own stories of that day. I doubt whether I would have enjoyed the movie the way I did, if I had just walked in on a normal day. But not knowing what to do that day and having no interest even to go home, I picked up a ticket  and visited Vasantha Bhavan for dinner. That is an act which i repeated often in Vadapalani.

Coming out of the movie, I felt rejuvenated as if all those turned off connections in the brain were back with even more power. Instead of looking ahead to home I walked across to the office. 2 A.M that was when I resumed work again and in less than a hour the deal was done all alone in a lab where no one else was there. A dozen eyes were glued to the same monitor in the day but a pair did the job now. That was done because the dozen werent synchronised but the pair were ! That was the day I understood when we approach things with curiosity and enthusiasm , the results will appear effortless. Rather the efforts will be effortless. Otherwise how does a nonconforming employee walks in to the office in midnight and finishes a job which he hadnt done all the day. There was something in that night, which was missing in the day!

Beauty is whenever I get to hear the songs from Pokkisam, I get reminded of that night! This proves that experiences are so unique to a self ! And for the record Kamala is truly a pokkisam which we had while working in Vadapalani.

Random kids

There is something in the kids for they have the power to change the state of your mind. I record below few such defining moments which I witnessed in the week end that passed by.

Moment-1: Earnest and Insightful kid

Venue : My toastmaster club

A senior toastmaster in the club who is tall and even sports a fierce moustache  was delivering his speech. His voice by nature is so soft and inspite of repeated poking from his evaluators ,he rarely made efforts to raise his voice. A little girl aged 9,sitting in the front row must have been following the meeting closely. When this tall toastmaster started with his soft voice, she interrupted the meeting in a formal tone “Excuse Me, Can you be little louder!”. The whole meeting hall should have been shocked at this act of a child. I was surprised at the earnest with which the kid uttered those words and the toastmaster had no choice but to raise his voice! It was the most effective feedback in terms of action for him. The little girl later sang a hindi song and translated it for us, watching her do it was pure awesomeness. Her diction was incredible and the way she spoke about things like heart,mind and love made me wonder whether she really understood what she speaks. If she had really understood what she spoke, evolution for sure has taken a giant leap! .

Moment 2: Kids know no bounds.

Venue: Adyar Ananda Bhavan.

I prefer Adyaar anand bahavan for  dinner, since one could  one could spot lots of kids here than other outlets. On this day the protagonist is a girl who must be close to two. Her eyes were scanning every colorful object in her sight from sweets to her own face in the reflecting glasses. Her Mom was supervising her, while her Dad was after the purchase formalities. Cross over ,there was another family with two neatly dressed boys of age 7+ and 3+. The little girl was visibly curious about the younger boy. He must have looked very pleasing for her eyes, she came forward and touched it just like she attempted to touch the sweets which are behind the guarded glasses. She found a playmate in the boy and the chemistry seemed to work for them and they started enjoying each other. Little girl’s mom was enjoying it too. But when the boys mom spotted it, she gave an indifferent look and separated the kids just like the villain in your mega serials. Recognizing the gravity of the situation, the girls mom rightly redirected her girl’s attention to another colorful object. The little boy who was forced and pulled over, couldn’t resist the girl and he kept coming back to the girl. Watching this sight from the dinner table was the most delightful dish I ever had in that outlet!

Moment 3:  The fight starts here

Venue:  Outside a house in my walking trail

It was close to nine at night and I assume there were two kids who havent taken their dinner, but prefered to continue to play with the bike. The boys were from english speaking origin and they must be quite naughty. The elder one was on the bike and the younger one was approaching him from the ground. There was a loud cry from inside “Boys.. Mamaa is calling. You must come in.”  Since the boys didnt respond to it, two young man emerged from the house repeating the same words goading the boys to get in to home (uncles?!). One of the boys on top of the bike yelled “I am coming ” and the one on the ground ” I should be going..” at the same time! It sounded like a music! The music of life I said to myself!

I am in a opinion where I believe that for happy existence, I have to unlearn a lot and the best way to do that  is to observe these kids in action and learn from them. All these little beings made an impact on me. Wish them all a great gifts!