Of minds and workshops.

Samiksha,

I has been a month since I have been at home. And although it has been rather hectic on the work front, what with late hours, work creeping into after and before office and weekends. But, no, this is no crib.

Guess this has been quite a cure. When the mind has enough to occupy itself, stray / unwelcome / unpleasant thoughts don't bother loitering around.

And although I have not been running as much as I would like to, I am happy I have rediscovered the reading habit.

Come to think of it, over the last 1 month, despite the hectic work schedule, I feel proud to have gone back to my earlier levels of time and mind management. The sheer variety of activities / breakways has been - well, satisfying yet encouraging. Guess it will only get better when I come back home in April for long.

So, here's what I have been upto just to keep my mind continuously occupied.

2 exams (hope I clear both!)

1 music concert

2 books - each as un-put-downable as the other but (and no offense here Sidin!), liked the Kannada one more than English!

8 movies - yes, all on the big screen with a good mix across language, genre and company dimensions. Sherlock Holmes was no doubt the best!

All the comforting and feel-good moments can never be counted!

Guess (and touchwood!) it has been a great start for 2012.

Hope to read (minds as much as books) and run (races as much as rat-races) much more through the year!

So long,

Keep running!

P.S: The movies will happen even without elaborate planning!

To Run or Run away is - not the question. On False-starts, Head-starts, Perfect and not-so-perfect starts.

Often times in life, one encounters false-starts.

Just when one thinks something has begun, one realises that he has jumped the gun.

That the Head-start was only in his own delusion-afflicted head subjected to Illusion.

Not that all good starts are false-starts.

Nor is it the case that most head-starts are false or imagined.

The fact of the matter, if you really do ponder - is that we fail to imagine head-starts and false-starts almost equally well.

Well, false-starts end up making us look stupid. Or nervous.

But then, that hardly is enough reason to stop thinking about possible head-starts.

For Life, my dear (diary) Samiksha, is sometimes (in fact quite often!) a race.

Possible futures, possible head-starts.

I promise, I shall never give up to be fondly, in fact almost apologetically romantically fantasize about them.

If I were to be shaken into being practical ; be forced to avoid false-starts, I would still say that we need to make a start.

Make a start somewhere.

Aim for that head-start.

If it is worth it, pledge his heart.

Till Death does the Pursuit and him apart.

For until one makes a beginning,

Life shall have no real meaning.

- Seizonsha

P.S: - A part of this was a result of a half-thought crystallised during the 10km run this Sunday on Sankranthi.

The other half - the idea of the "False-Start" was spawned by the not too recent false-start that yours truly was reminded of just as he was beginning to forget it.

He shall promptly and fondly go back to remembering the possible futures now.

After all, the Sthiramathi is supposed to weigh memorably imaginable futures and forgettable pasts alike.