2 cent of thought

My boss is pissed off these day. Reason: press coverage of how foreigners are working without due permit. Apparently no one in INGO sector knows that you need to get work permit to work in my country (weird, i know) but since the surfacing of report, everyone is in reaction mood. We suggested, don't react. Comply with the legal process and then probably you should be speaking.

But report itself is good except few factual errors.

book, dog....and etc.

I am rediscovering the happiness of reading. Yes, finally I have found my determination and time to read the book. There are so many books waiting for my attention. Slowly but steadily....

And suddenly my dog leaped at me, hoping i would play with him. I did and now I am panting for breathe and writing. What I was hoping to write earlier have vanished from my mind. Continuing with the dog, this is his first adulthood and looking for mating. But of course, it is quiet dangerous to let him loose outside and I have no idea if anyone will be willing to provide their bitch for my dog. He becomes excited at times, angry at times and now he is not eating properly. I suspect it could be worm or as google says it could be anorexia as well. If it has to be one among two, i prefer first one. We are forcibly feeding him: milk and biscuits. No he doesn't even look at his dog food.

I am typing these words waiting for my friends to come over. Got to be somewhere for dinner and probably drink afterwards. Yesterday was also fun: cards, food and drinks.

October is about to say hello. But someone wished me birthday wishes a month earlier.

Reading Kafka

I have to admit, Haruki Murakami is a genius who can twist and turn words, create metaphors and riddles that hunts you for long time without any answers. I have been reading his book, and trying to understand what he is trying to communicate but only to meet with frustration at times. But nevertheless its a page turner and pages flow like a river.

Still half-way to go through! But I am sure it will  be in re-read list as Murakami himself has suggested that it's a book that needs to be read and re-read to understand. Apparently he said "Kafka on the Shore contains several riddles, but there aren't any solutions provided. Instead, several of these riddles combine, and through their interaction the possibility of a solution takes shape. And the form this solution takes will be different for each reader. To put it another way, the riddles function as part of the solution. It's hard to explain, but that's the kind of novel I set out to write."

Obviously the book has so many riddles and startling characters/plots that I can relate to. And some awesome lines as well. Few are below:

"..intolerant, narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host, change form and continue to thrive. They are lost cause." 

"With each new dawn it's not the same world as the day before. And you are not the same person you were either"

"...I don't need to judge whether people are good or evil. Likewise I don't have to act according to standards of good and evil."

Read if you have time.

 

fear

was waiting for Sid. As always he was running late and I had nothing to do. So i ventured inside my favorite book store in the down, smelling the smell of new books, feeling the covers and reading the synopsis, I spent next 1.5 hours there. And feeling obliged I got a book for myself as well.
It began to drizzle when I got text confirming he was around the place. So I stepped outside and went to the place where we usually meet (whenever he is late). As I was waiting for him, suddenly a fear grasped me and I don't know why i felt so.
Unknowingly i counted my age and felt so afraid that within next few years all of my friends would be happily married and their children would be calling me uncle. And I felt all alone that may be, may be I won't have that happiness. But i consoled myself saying there is always an option of adoption or surrogate child if I become that desperate and nothing works as planned. Then another thought hit me, probably when I am 70s then I will be all alone, with no one beside me and sharing my happiness or pain. I again consoled myself saying who guarantees that I would live that long or what's the guarantee that marriage would ensure that happiness for others? But still somewhere it kept hitting me may be, if i have child, may be they would stand by me. Just a may be thought.
Quiet strange thought that overpowered me. I had never ever thought this way. When I shared this fear to Sid, all he did was laugh. Probably he could relate to my fear or thought I am just stupid one or god-knows-what. He didn't explain and I didn't pursue.

who am i?

don't think too much who i could be. I could be a person sitting next to you, talking with you over phone, bringing you chocolates you love or share movies you loved.

The more you think, less exciting it becomes.

Deal????

:)

Just a whisper of yours saying I love you brings butterflies in my stomach and takes me somewhere beyond. Yes, you cannot see the smile it brings on my face. Call me silly or stupid, that's how I am :)

I have reached the raining city. The weather is still hot. I thought when i was here in September few years back, temperature was much better as it is now. Looking forward for friday when my gang joins me bringing laughter and happiness. Wish you don't hate the raining city and be here instead.

More posts later, promise.