Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Double Take

I saw a movie the other day - 13 going on 30 - and apart from liking the movie (chick-flick timepass) I also loved something a character said.

When asked by her daughter if she would like to change anything she did wrong she says
I know I made a lot of mistakes...but I don't regret making any of them. Because if I hadn't have made them, I wouldn't have learned how to make things right.

I've made so many mistakes in my life.. things I regret so much.. things I look back upon and wish I could have done differently.. In fact if I made a list it would probably run into pages and pages..

I regret I didn't fight to save some friendships, I regret I was so difficult to approach, I regret I didn't try hard enough, I regret I settled and compromised, I regret I avoided a problem instead of tackling it head on, I regret some friends I made and I regret some friends I didn't make, I regret I didn't hang in there, I regret I failed, I regret the choices I made, I regret I was talked into something I didn't feel was right, I regret being party to a lynch-mob, I regret not making time for something I believe in, I regret wasting so much time..

But what I perhaps regret the most is not doing what the smart lady in the movie did.. not making things right.. I've tried but I don't think I've tried enough.. I think its worse making a mistake when you realise later that you didn't fix it and no amount of justification (I didn't have time, they didn't listen, they wouldnt have believed me anyway, I can't act that way) makes it better..

So I think I'm going to go with something else I found..
Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Dedications

For R who liked my posts and N who finally read one

Friendship
And a youth said, 'Speak to us of Friendship.'
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the 'nay' in your own mind, nor do you withhold the 'ay.'
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Kahlil Gibran

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Thursday, June 08, 2006

There had always been a running battle in our family as to whose English is the best and while Mum is Professorial and Dad quotes like a poet, my brother definitely takes the medal for writing.. His dry wit is wonderful and I've decided in true MBA style to plaigairise it.. My brother took a trip to London last week and walked through some lovely areas of Scotland and here are some fabulous parts of his regular emails..

On his arrival in London:
To not put too fine a point on it, nobody speaks English. Not even the English.
Immigration officer (Nice Punjabi Aunty) : Kahan se aa rahe ho aap?

Me (stunned) : Er Ah, New York se aa raha hoon
Her : Wahan kaam karte ho?
Me (weakly) : Haan..
Her : God Bless puttar, have fun.
Me (tottering away) : Thank you

On getting around London:
Somebody once told me, the best way to visit a place is to buy an all day bus pass and just sit and keep going, irrespective of where the bus takes you. I must say, I concur heartily. The same I guess must go for walking. There is a term called "Happily lost", which is what applies to most of the time for me in London. I have no clue as to where I am! And the bloody weather is so finicky, at most times, I cannot figure outwhere North is by looking at the sun.

Seeing the sights:
We managed to see "taming of the shrew" in the open air theatre at regent's park and the setting was idyllic. from time to time, an airliner would pass by overhead and drown out the sound, the actors would patiently wait and then resume.

His travails in Scotland:
Went for a rather curious pub crawl. Its called the literary pub crawl. Two actors quote poetry (both Scottish and English) and take us throughthe various pubs that were frequented by literary greats. One also gotto see the famous thriftiness of the Scots. One guy took a swig at a dram of whiskey and offered to his friend saying "Here, show some respect for Sir Walter Scott", The other guy took a swig and as he was about to take another swig, his friend grabbed the bottle stating "Now,that's enough respect!".
Another one went on the lines of... A Scottish prayer - "Lord, we do not ask ye to give us wealth -- but show us where it is instead!"

The Walk!:
As I went over the crest of the "Devil's staircase", I was a wreck, both literally and mentally. For this, I blame the Scots, wholeheartedly. Everytime i used to stop to ask a person "Are we there yet?" and he/she would smile and say "Oh yes, just a couple of minutes away!". The minutes turned into hours, my feet became blister ridden and in the end, I must have cursed the Scots to hell and back..... The views, were intense. Having hiked 34 miles in two days, I was weary, worn and sick of glens, loches and old women who could walk faster than me! However, revenge is sweet they say, revenge is a dish best eaten cold they say. While cresting downhill, I came upon this couple who were clearly exhausted while climbing uphill. "How much further", the man asked. Putting on my best Scottish accent and a wide grin I replied "Oh just a couple of minutes away!".

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Reality Bites...

Am very fond of Reality Shows on TV.. somehow, I bypassed the intellectual snobbery of turning my nose up at reality shows.. Granted of course, that being a Star World fan, I only watch American Reality shows..Maybe that skews my thinking.. Frankly, Americans are a hlarious bunch.. I cannot imagine any other country's citizen being so.. well, entertaining.. Americans seem to be made for Reality shows.. I doubt Indians are this much fun! One thing though, any admiration you might have had for America as the bastion of freedom and entrepreneurship will go for a toss.. I am convinced that America's hegemony rests on pure unadulterated luck..
Anyway, back to reality shows.. I started off with Survivor and while the sheer bitchiness, manipulation and back-biting both entranced and repelled me, I found it easier to just log onto the net and figure out who the winner was going to be.. the actual episodes weren't very captivating..
My favourite reality shows are therefore The Apprentice and The Amazing Race.. I simply adore The Apprentice.. I know exactly when all the re-runs come so that if I miss puff-haired Trump whacking the table and pointing out a "You're Fired!", I know when to watch it again.. Also the tasks set to the contestants seem very do-able and I love trying to figure out who screwed up what.. Cliques don't seem to work very well here and there are no points for popularity though I do think there are way too many blonde women ;)
The Amazing Race is fun for the sheer number of countries covered.. I love arm-chair travelling and this is definitely more fun than Travel Asia or any travel show where the hosts for some reason are hugely patronising.. You know they all have that 'I'm gorgeous and thin and I'm in this exotic place for free while you're gaining weight sitting at home' look!
However my fascination for reality has led to watch some other very odd shows.. My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance is just weird - the girl has to fool her family and meanwhile she's getting scammed and the viewer is just cringing at the stupidity and crassness involved. I personally think there are always so many problems in a real wedding that I would need more than a quarter of a million dollars to try a fake one for my family.. but thats just me.. Then there is the fashion world's version of The Apprentice with The Cut where Tommy Hilfiger has better hair than Trump but much less screen presence. The social experiment of Beauty and the Geek, where 7 gorgeous women try to gel with 7 nerds is intersting but hey, I've only seen the first episode and some of the nerds are cute! I honestly don't get the Idol fever as I have vowed to never watch Hindi Mass channels ever and American Idol gets boring after the first few episodes where they show initial screenings of ahem! singers.. I really wish Simoan had a starring role later 'cos that's the only fun thing there..Then the ultimate The Simple Life.. I had avoided the 1st season but caught an episode of the 2nd season - The Simple Life: Interns - and was a little surprised.. Is Nicole Ritchie actually silly or does she really have the best straight-face ever.. Watch this space...