Looking back...

Bored to the core, I took to reading the archives on my blog. Some made me feel "eew" and some ,"wow". Can't believe I wrote what I wrote , some silly and some fairly nice ( at least to me).

When I wrote them, I guess, I remembered every word of it for a while. Unbelievably, now I can't recollect the gist even after taking a look at the topic! Perfect symptoms of aging I display, ain't it?

Also, maybe with time, "eew" things become "wow" and vice-versa! Puzzled I am !

Looking back does help, silly thoughts sometimes mature with time..

Some more archives to dig through to vote for the best /worst post of mine ( according to me). So far, haven't been able to judge, is it that the best/worst is yet to come? ;)

I will

My Moral Responsibility?

My Duty?

Does it matter? Not if I dont try?

However, I will vote tomorrow as I have been doing for years. And continue to believe, or try to.

Free @ 'The Forum'

Can anyone believe that I have been a proud recipient of a free commodity at The Forum?? "Free" literally means free, no 'conditions apply' tag in small fonts whatsoever!

We go for a movie at the Forum, on a saturday afternoon with no particular wish of watching a particular movie. A change is all we wanted and tickets were available only for one movie, and we headed for it.

A kannada movie "Venkata in Sankata" was the one with some tickets left and we decided to watch the same. It was on the 50th day of its running that we went, we were told. As it was a special day for the movie production team, it visited the theatre with quite some lead actors to give us a surprise... no this was not the free commodity.

Post interval, when a girl sitting next me passed two pastries, I for once appreciated her gesture of sharing her snacks with us, but then, I saw a long line of pastries exchanging hands...

Pretty decent comedy movie, some actors and then 'free' yummy chocolate pastry... wow!!!

The thought of death...

...scares me to death. More so of beloved ones than of mine.

Last night, when all seemed so silent, an ambulance,beeping the emergency alarm, came to a house three doors away, to take a person for urgent attention. I do hope that all is well with the person.

But silly thoughts that run in the mind as a consequence , makes me only pray to God to save people from experiencing such situations, more so of beloved ones ( Not that I don't wish the same for others, but thoughts of beloved ones alone come to mind).

Love makes one vulnerable to such phobias, isn't it?

The truth is that, one day will indeed be the last in our life. Yet,not an easy fact to accept easily and move on.

Understanding, really??

If not a thing of rarity, one can't understand another person in a certain situation unless having been through it in the past.

It does take a couple of rough patches in life to become an 'Understanding' person, isn't it?