19 December 2012

Polonius to Laertes

And these few precepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel,
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in,
Bear ’t that th’ opposèd may beware of thee.
Give every man thy ear but few thy voice.
Take each man’s censure but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy—rich, not gaudy,
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,

16 December 2012

How are you?

Some of you know me for some of the weirdest answers to the simple question “How are you?”. The one that gets most laughter is “Staying alive… Me and John Travolta”. The one that just throws people off undoubtedly is “Compared to what?” Another one that usually lightens up the conversation – “Much better, now that I have seen you / heard your voice” 🙂 Now you know, when asked to describe me in one word, my wife told my friends – “quirky”.

But I am getting tired of the same responses. What are some of the other funny / smart / thought provoking responses you have heard? I need to steal some ideas…

 

 

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16 December 2012

Miles to go

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

16 December 2012

Ali Brothers

Last night I was listening to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan very late. And then chanced upon these three kids from Patiala on Youtube with amazing talent. They are 11, 13 and 14 years old! And the 11 year old is the uncle of the other two brothers! They will be India’s own Nusrat very soon. You can search for “Patiala Boys” or “Ali Brothers” or even “rebirt Nusrat” (with the spelling mistake) on Youtube. Unbelievable talent and rendition.

16 December 2012

Aye husn…

Some ghazals are best appreciated in a much delayed flight at 31,000 feet after a couple of red wines…

“Aye husn-e-lala-fam zara
Aankh to mila, zara aankh to mila
Khali pade hai jaam zara 
Aankh to mila,
Saqi mujhe bhi chahiye ek jaam-e-arzoo
Kitne lagenge daam zara 
Aankh to mila”

16 December 2012

Frost epitaph

“I hold your doctrine of Memento Mori 
And were an epitaph to be my story, 
I’d have a short one ready for my own. 
I would have written of me on my stone: 
I had a lover’s quarrel with the world.” 
– Robert Frost

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12 September 2012

Politics

Coming from the biggest democracy to the oldest democracy, I am always intrigued by how politics works here. I have tried to make it a point to shut up and listen to opinions and how they are articulated. After listening to my office colleagues, social friends, newspaper articles and TV/radio, I have found some interesting common grounds that both sides strongly believe in. For example, everybodyseems to be convinced that…

1. Ours are balanced and substantive arguments. Yours is “rhetoric”.
2. Your vision? Clearly “unAmerican”.
3. Our candidate has had minor transgressions. Yours is morally bankrupt.
4. Facebook is the ideal forum to declare to my friends that the other side are a bunch of idiots.

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