Sunday, December 31, 2006
So, Frasier is having this discussion at home with his brother, his father and his nurse about how he kissed his lady boss in a heat of passion after a very hot argument. Question as to motive is raised and someone suggests that she might be manipulating Frasier.
Frasier prepares to go back to the radio station and ask her what's going on. As he's leaving, Daphne, the nurse, comments that men have also used sex to get what they want.
Frasier as he is leaving, stops with his hand on the doorknob, and says in an exasperated voice, "How can we we POSSIBLY use sex as a means to get what we want. SEX IS what we want!"
Friday, December 29, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Becker is right. People, especially, women hear what they want to hear. Never what he's saying, but always what they can turn it into. Nothing is concrete, everything can be nurtured, or developed into something else, something they really want.
Friday, December 22, 2006
I left at 1300, went to the town center and had a haircut by girl wearing a Santa hat.
Bought supplies like I was a city expecting to be under siege. I
don't intend to stir out for the whole duration of the holidays.
And the weather seems to be tailor-made for that...dense fog, temperature -2 degrees celsius, happy holidays to me, I think.
Happy Holidays to everyone!!
my mailbox, his mom's mail, to be precise. He left a bunch of addressed,
stamped envelopes with me and I periodically stuff all her mails into
one of the envelopes and drop it into a letterbox. Recently, I sent the
last of these big envelopes and put one slip of paper inside saying
"LAST ENVELOPE". This Monday evening, as I opened the door, I found a
big envelope inside, pushed through the mail-slot, containing several
more stamped, addressed manila envelopes.
And...with them a small card wishing me season's greeting and a
hand-written message from the lady herself, thanking me for forwarding
her mail. It's a small thing I do on my part, and the card was by no
means anything spectacular, nevertheless it brought a smile to my lips
and made me feel good.
Yes, I did reciprocate in the kind when I sent her the next batch of her
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
The past is over and gone. The future is not guaranteed."
- Wayne Dyer
Comments: It's easy to say that you live your day as if your last but
it's not possible; my boss would never agree to it!
If it were my last day and I knew it I would spend it at home, calling
people to tell them that I love them and what to do with the money I
buried in the backyard. Also, I'll be borrowing money from all and
sundry, so that there are more people to remember me when I am gone. :-)
Having said that, it is astonishing how we take life for granted and do
not cherish the time we have. Hindu theory of reincarnation
notwithstanding this is the only life you have, the only chance for you
to do whatever you want to do. Anything and everything. Yet we create so
many limits and boundaries for ourselves, so many things we think we
couldn't do or shouldn't do...and we miss out on an opportunity of an
eternity, to have fun, to bring joy to others, to make a difference in
But there is still time, as long as you have a single breath of life
left in you, never say it's too late for you to do something, use that
breath for something worthwhile...
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
So, Becker gets shot and he's making life miserable for his nurses and his doctor in the hospital, I told you that much in a previos post.
As I watched it, even as they were each other's throat, I was feeling a chemistry between this female doctor and doctor Becker.
But in today's episode when she allowed Becker to go home, (I missed the first 5 minutes so don't know how he got back into hospital), I thought maybe I was wrong.
Hehe, not at all. She actually comes to his home, and tells him she likes him. How do you like that?
The cute female doctor falls for the one patient who made her life hell and from whose room she, in her own words "always walked out so angry I could strangle you."
Still think you understand women? LOL.
When I saw an episode of Becker, part of it actually before I changed the channel. Even though I was a fan of Ted Danson from "Cheers" I did not like him in this TV show. Dr. Becker was just too abrasive, opinionated, loud-mouthed and overall jerk.
But then somewhere, somewhen I liked one episode and then another, and now I make it a point to watch it every evening without fail and I am beginning to understand this guy.
Why? Because frighteningly enough, I am very much like him. I do not come off as abrasive as he does, (hopefully), but I am just as opinionated as he is, and I seldom keep these opinions to myself. "I don't mince words." is my motto.
But just like me Becker is also very sweet and gentle inside. He too, genuinely cares about people without being "politician sweet" about it.
The line in the topic is from the episode where Becker gets shot in the shoulder and his hospital doctor tries to patronize him. She has a job on her hands...lol. Finally, he leaves the hospital against her counsel.
Can't wait to see what happens next.
(P.S. There will, of course, be more posts about him).
Monday, December 18, 2006
Comments: As long as you are satisfied with life as it is, when you want
nothing more than just follow the events and react to them, you are
fine. But the moment you want more, the moment you have a dream, the
moment you want something bigger, something better from life, your
responsibility starts. You are responsible to protect that dream against
all odds, you have to lead it through the treacherous hurdle-path of
reality with all its known and unknown perils. It is upon you to
preserve and cherish that dream through tough times and make it come
That is why dreaming is reponsible work.
Every week I have nothing to say other than that everything is fine. No news, as they say, is good news.
They have almost nothing to say either, except that everything is fine.
And yet, the weekly call is important, not only to them but to me.
Maybe words aren't everything...
Friday, December 15, 2006
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Laying of the first brick,
Kick-off of a new project,
Initiation of a business,
Rising of the Sun,
Start of a new job...
Because first step is an act of confidence, the first step shows our faith in ourselves as well as in the Universe. The first step says, yes I am terrified of the future but I will act and see what happens. The first step says, yes I know 8 out of 10 new businesses close in the first 5 years but I'll start one anyway. The first step says, I know the odds are against me, but I am sure as hell going to try.
The first step is when you stop thinking what can go wrong and start thinking what can you do to make things go right.
And when you do, when you act on that thought, the forces of nature join hands with you, the Universe cheers you on, you just have to stay on course and keep going...
Monday, December 11, 2006
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Well, what this gentleman says makes a lot of sense. It also reminds me of the first time that I traveled to US. I was simply terrified. Unlike most people I knew that in real life Americans don't run on streets with guns in their hands. I am quite proud of the fact that I had quite a lot of insight into the American way of life that went beyond understanding their language. But I was always afraid of a social or cultural faux pax because I didn't know what was expected of me.
Consider this, it's my second trip to US. I fly from Delhi, stopover in Europe, land in Detroit. I was supposed to go to Philly so in my mind this was still a stopover for me. As I am walking out of the restroom, (that's what they call the men's room), the guy ahead of me, holds the door open for me. And immediately it strikes me, "I am back in US!".
Fortunately for me, I was able to learn small, subtle differences like this over time in my first visit, with help from some nice colleagues in Philly and didn't make a single faux pax that'd humiliate me or my friends.
My question is: Can a human body have a weekly sleep schedule as well as a daily one?
I go to bed around 1AM every night. But this is Friday night and I generally don't go to bed before 4A.M. This Friday though, I was feeling tired and went to bed at 10:30PM. Couldn't sleep. And I had a glass of sweet, warm milk just a little while ago. Still, no sleep. Kept trying, didn't work. And then my doesn't quit, keeps thinking of all those great ideas, things I could be doing if I were at the computer instead of flopping around in bed.
So, I did a couple of productive things and tried again. No use.
Finally, I got hungry.
So, here I am 2:06 in the morning. And I look like this:
Just had pizza and planning to try again at 3:00AM.
But the question remains, does the body have a weekly rhythm?
If yes, then I am doomed. :-)
Friday, December 08, 2006
It can be done, that's not a problem. The challenge is to maintain the quality of the content. I am up for it. You'll just not see all blogs written by me, but some useful and/or interesting content referred to by me also.
So, here's to the first step of a journey of a 1000 miles. Cheers.
I have always been excited by the thought of communication bringing people together, combining ideas, joining forces, creating synergy..well, web 2.0 seems be geared about that. You can read about it here.
And this is where I read about it first.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
But one thing that I have observed all these years.
No matter how ugly or how pretty someone is, it's a 100% sure chance that their face looks the best when they smile. Even an ugly face looks less ugly, most times a little pretty, when lit up with a sweet smile.
/>I have always considered mine to be a very ugly smile, all uneven and crooked. It surprised me when my martial arts teachers in US named me Sunny (Sunil is hard to pronounce for them) and attributed it to my "sunny smile". I thought they were just being polite. But somewhere, somewhen, someone convinced me that this was really the case! :)
What about you? You think you are not pretty, why don't you smile and check...