Some things I learnt from NKB
non-attachment to sense objects is liberation, attachment is bondage. Such knowledge is virility, now do as you please.
Naan naan, thul thul( small small, big big) you worry too much about small things hence have big problems.
Kanchan kamini
maun noon kaun—maun- I shall keep quiet and not speak unnecessarily
noon- I shall not say ‘ there is little salt in the food’ i.e criticize unnecessarily
kaun- I shall stay in a corner and not meddle too much in worldly affairs.
How much of this I follow is another story………….
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
UNDERTAKER RETURNS........
Here I was….still recovering from the shock of meeting Bulldog, when I ran into The Undertaker…
Tell me, I said, are you the same Kannan?
I sure as hell am!!!
Bless my soul!
Tell me one thing….you haven’t turned all girlie girlie by any chance?
No. Once a tomboy, always a tomboy. How is The Kid? Does he remember me?
You were our GI Joe goddess and that is not something easily attained!
Remamber Diplodocus, T-Rex and the crazy storylines.
That is Thukoosauraus for you ma’m.
The bhelpuri, sandwiches and lemonade.
Behind the bushes.
It was a lot of fun!
The best I ever had!
No matter how many years pass and no matter what I do, I can never stop loving these crazy boys. In old comic books, in old toys, in a cricket bat, in a WWE ring, I shall see their faces. Because from them stem my best memories…..the happiest ones. With them I have known the joys of being young, of doing whatever I felt like without fear, of letting go completely. To know them and to be with them was the best thing that ever happened to me.
Here I was….still recovering from the shock of meeting Bulldog, when I ran into The Undertaker…
Tell me, I said, are you the same Kannan?
I sure as hell am!!!
Bless my soul!
Tell me one thing….you haven’t turned all girlie girlie by any chance?
No. Once a tomboy, always a tomboy. How is The Kid? Does he remember me?
You were our GI Joe goddess and that is not something easily attained!
Remamber Diplodocus, T-Rex and the crazy storylines.
That is Thukoosauraus for you ma’m.
The bhelpuri, sandwiches and lemonade.
Behind the bushes.
It was a lot of fun!
The best I ever had!
No matter how many years pass and no matter what I do, I can never stop loving these crazy boys. In old comic books, in old toys, in a cricket bat, in a WWE ring, I shall see their faces. Because from them stem my best memories…..the happiest ones. With them I have known the joys of being young, of doing whatever I felt like without fear, of letting go completely. To know them and to be with them was the best thing that ever happened to me.
More books…….
The Eye of the Needle: Ken Follet: read while babysitting Paarth and as the roof fell over our heads……german spy steals an English secret for fuhrer that could change the course of WW2. Mostly cat and mouse game between the police and Die Nadel. Can’t help loving him for his efficient ways. At last dies because was foolish enough to have sentiments for a woman.
Day of the Jackal: a man without a name or nationality hired to kill the French President. Jackal plans everything to the minutest details, fools the police of 3 nations and single handedly gets his shot at the president. But luck fails him when he needed it the most…..the moment he takes his shot the president bends to medal someone. Phatach! The commissioner gets him. The day of the Jackal had come……….
The Eye of the Needle: Ken Follet: read while babysitting Paarth and as the roof fell over our heads……german spy steals an English secret for fuhrer that could change the course of WW2. Mostly cat and mouse game between the police and Die Nadel. Can’t help loving him for his efficient ways. At last dies because was foolish enough to have sentiments for a woman.
Day of the Jackal: a man without a name or nationality hired to kill the French President. Jackal plans everything to the minutest details, fools the police of 3 nations and single handedly gets his shot at the president. But luck fails him when he needed it the most…..the moment he takes his shot the president bends to medal someone. Phatach! The commissioner gets him. The day of the Jackal had come……….
Monday, July 03, 2006
The Catcher in the Rye::
Read it on a 27hr train journey. Finally, a very realistic book about adolescence. Though a bit too realistic. The protagonist is perpetually in a state of depression because everything around him is ‘phony’. There are only two things that give him pleasure- his little sister and his childhood friend. These two are just what they seem. Other than this there are themes of moral degradation and dissatisfaction from life……..my final word……SIGH!!!
Read it on a 27hr train journey. Finally, a very realistic book about adolescence. Though a bit too realistic. The protagonist is perpetually in a state of depression because everything around him is ‘phony’. There are only two things that give him pleasure- his little sister and his childhood friend. These two are just what they seem. Other than this there are themes of moral degradation and dissatisfaction from life……..my final word……SIGH!!!
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