Discussion in 'Friends & Neighbours' started by Viswamitra, Dec 20, 2018.
Plus, does not run with scissors!! Perhaps he could be let out of the 'X'EEE tuition classes?
We're all works in progress aren't we?
We never know what strikes a chord in us and when - I'm glad that that metaphor resonated with you!
I cannot thank you enough!
This appreciation of the fellow ILites thread won't be complete without me mentioning her name. She constantly encourages everyone to write more and more through her pressing the "like" button. When we ask her why she doesn't say much, she humbly responds, "I have so much to learn from everyone and I am happy just doing it". Frankly, it is me who is learning so much of lesson from her as to how to conduct myself in a public forum. Without much more suspense, let me acknowledge @sindmani's contribution to this IL community silently.
Wish I can interact with @sindmani in real life and learn how to be just liking others and still maintain a low key. Thank you @sindmani for liking so many of the posts silently. You are so unique. Wishing you a very happy new year
Thanks Viswa sir for the reminder
Thanks for the kind words.
Thanks for the kind words.
Your posts are making me self introspect my self. Thanks for your affection. I wish to see all of you in person and and have a good time . Happy New year to all of u.
Not out of humility but out of (cornered) honesty, I have to credit this observation to the mavericks and bohemians in my life who chivvied me till I surrendered into becoming one of them in their tribal enthusiasm to overhaul me and set me on a track to relearn, like Gene Shalit pointed out: the second innings of life begins with unlearning the first innings. I have just been “lucky” to have known people who identified my absurd zeal, persisted to fix my language, insisted that I build fluency, delighted in teasing my provincial diction, and threatened to bale out in their grooming enterprise if I didn’t read an obscure and beloved book they cherished. I have just been star-struck fortunate to have crossed paths with these intrepid creatures.
On the side: You and I (based on a casual dialogue in the past) are kindred in attitude that we grind away beyond observation into assimilation. We like it, we are impressed by it, we import and own that streak in us rather than deferentially honouring that admirable feature in others. I have seen that keen impetus in you too.
I contemplate and then worry if the austere monasteries host internet and exempt me from meditative chants and frugal dining. Can I wake up at 9ish and binge on cookies while reading the online edition of ‘Daily Satire’? I am willing to wake up early but prefer dancing to some hip-hop in my sound-proof room till the monks return from their daily rituals and ablutions and then converse over breakfast table with the bewildered monks how photon can spontaneous burst into a particle and anti-particle in vacuum and the myths about black holes (jeez, it is not sucked into but spaghettied into, tidal force booblah). I am still negotiating the terms of my customised stay and table manners.
Despite a notorious straightshooter, am quite whitewashed in IL, padding utterances in conciliatory styles, but, I ain’t the courteous and restricted offline. Detonating and Molotov expressions are my natural style! If that browbeat fails, I employ the kabaddi kabaddi heap-and-drag technique to condemn the dissenters to my outrageous line of view.
I have hooliganistic affinity with online phantoms like Amulet who can excite away on an acrobatic wasp in African forest, the optimum thickness of the elastic ring in a hairband to hold hair, and such uneventful wanderings. She is my secured hotspot, knowing that there’s someone out there as wild and as amused as I often am. She is blasphemous, ungratifying, messy, at the most frivolous, but never petty. I am on hop-travel hence hard-pressed for time, otherwise, often reminded of her when I stumble on inked fact on a torn packaging of a chocolate pot in inflight meal that ‘Aztecs exchanged four cocoa beans for a salamander’ — scoop that no ear-phoned passenger will find useful but Amulet will regard the cultural team behind the subtle initiative of fly-and-discover and supplement my finding with some cherished anecdote related to this knowledge fact.
I am glad you bracketed me with her, even better, as a sidekick, as an enchanted aide, as a Sancho Panza in her quixotic mission to liberate the hurried world around us with our gusto but trivial observations.
My binding resolution is to wean out of harping about the immersive documentaries I zealously watch — but this Mishaal Al Saud, but the eating habits of tapir sucking through its prehensile trunk, but the harrowing tale of ‘green boots’ on Mount Everest.
Though nicknamed ‘documentary drummer’ in my coven for my avid factual indulgence, everyone knows that my lifestyle is facilitating to languish in such extensive documentary coverage, so no one questions how I invent time for my spoilt avocation. But still, I decided no mention of any referential documentary. Clamp my mouth and clip my tongue!
I almost bolted in a convulsion, withdrawal attack on seeing your post. But this Everest ... then I reasoned .. okay .. it’s only our Thyagu .. he won’t mind my unhinged excitement segueing from monasteries in Himalayas to breathlessness in Chomolungma. And if I were to share a visualisation link stumbled on long ago which appeared more breathtaking than the physical adventure that awaits me.
In a convivial thread to appreciate fellow ilites, I am brooding and linking a trek visualisation of Mount Everest. It means either of these two things:
(1) You are waylaid by an unconscionable and self-indulgent madcap with excessive rush each time she involves herself in a spirited dialogue that clawbacks her into the ‘but the documentary’ slip.
(2) You are talking to someone on a virtual forum whom you have never met but is amping the liberty because it’s you — it’s just the humour-laden Thyagu who would laugh it out as ‘that’s so you Novalis in your fellowship appreciation gig in your idiosyncratic reciprocation on unsystematic fondness’.
I want you to think of me as (1) but I won’t protest if you steer yourself after the initial misgiving to (2).