Resurrection
I’ve been getting quite a few requests from people to continue publishing my chapters. They found them quite different. (I would like to say ‘interesting’ but that would be lying, right?) I’m tempted to oblige but I’m going to take a few more days to decide.
I’m sure my parents have not liked reading through my blogs nor have my brothers. Ah well. If anyone’s opinion did matter, I would say my parents top that list. Then again, it’s not saying much. The opinions of others don’t rank too highly with me.
Here are a few points I’ve been pondering over lately.
Suppose your dad turns to your mum and asks her to comment on your looks. To say whether you’re good-looking or downright ugly. Which of these two cases will you prefer? For your mum to answer immediately or to ponder over it and then reply? Think about it…
Thought about it?
Ok, here’s what I came up with. Say my mum answered immediately, I would just pass off her answer as being a proud mother’s answer. The answer expected from a mother who will only compliment her son. In my case, my mum took a short pause before answering. That wasn’t too pleasing either. In my opinion, I was good-looking enough to extract an immediate response. Mein Bohut Chaloo Hoon. Heh, just goes to show you that people are almost always fighting a losing battle.
The other train of thoughts were invoked by a quote I read. “I mused for a few moments on the question of which was worse, to lead a life so boring that you are easily enchanted or a life so full of stimulus that you are easily bored – Bill Bryson” Well, the best response would be to lead a life down the middle. One where stimuli are plentiful but remain a luxury. One where boredom creeps up every now and then to help you remember and realise how good the luxuries are. To word a cliché, “The best of both worlds”. Now let me consider the optimistic sides of the two extremes. If I was to lead a life so boring that I was easily enchanted, then I would take even more pleasure in each delight that comes my way. If I was to lead a life so exciting, then I would be grateful for having a life as nice as mine.
Here’s the problem. I think that I’ll feel that way. What about other people? What will they do? Will I actually do the same thing they do, when the time presents itself? Will I complain about how rarely I come across invigorating events and how my life is so boring or will I complain about how everything I do just seems so mundane and that I need new challenges?
What is wrong with you people?!? Making me think like you… tch!
I admire the determination of some people. The ones that are dropped in such deep holes with walls of marble (or that non-stick material frying pans are made of) and yet they still climb out. In the words of Edward Everett Hale “I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do.”
Take a moment to absorb these powerful words.
Done? Well, let me analyse those words. “I am only one, but I am one.” It took me a second to realise the depth of these words. That this man knows his situation but is determined to make the most of what he’s been given. He may only be one but at least he is one! Fitttt hai yaar! Mr. Hale understands that he’s not able to do everything that he may wish to, but he knows that he can do some of those things. He’s practical. He’s what I try to be. He understands the situation and realises how it applies to him and what he can do. He knows his limits and he knows his talents. On top of it all, even though he said he knows his limits, he’s not going to let them stop him from getting the job done if he’s capable of it. He’ll do what he can and not worry about being hindered by minor obstacles.
When you like the character of someone, you wonder if you share any similar traits. I wondered if there was ever a situation where I showed that I was practical. I can think of a couple. One would be in how I approached missing “Sis”. Doesn’t help me so doesn’t make sense to keep missing “Sis”. Problem solved… “Sis” was no longer missed. Anyhow, she abandoned me! Waaahhhhh! The other situation was when “Hyper Dude” and I were having troubles with our luggage just before we were able to embark on our first solo trans-Atlantic flight. I remember my mum calling me on my cell. She was just a few dozen yards away but wasn’t allowed to come into the passenger area. She kept telling me not to panic and to remain calm. That brought a smile to my face. She took the hassle of calling me instead of just catching my attention and asking me to come over. “Mum, look at me… does it look like I’m panicking? I’m being so calm and fixing the problem as best I can.” I realise she wasn’t talking about the airport situation only but about any problem that I might face in Canada.
Let me go over what I’ve done since my last “lengthy” chapter. I went ice-skating on Sunday. That was a load of fun. I picked it up quite quickly and though I whirled my arms around a few times (like I was trying to shoo away the scent of “Banana Man’s” farts), I didn’t fall often. Started helping “Midas” and her friend learn how to skate shortly after that. It was like helping an old lady cross the street. You take her by the arm and progress slowly. Once you’ve helped her across, they can continue on their own. Similarly, I had a girl on one arm relying on me to help her keep her balance. Haha, it was a pleasant surprise knowing that a girl was willing to endure my company just so that she doesn’t fall. A scenario comes to mind where I’m holding onto a girl who’s fallen off a cliff… Yeah yeah, I know it’s abstract. So if I can’t pull her back to safety and we end up waiting for help, she’ll be willing to talk to me as long as I hold on. Comforting to know that. I’m sure some dufus out there just hoping to pop my bubble is going to tell me that the girl’s probably going to ask me to let go.
For the following week, a friend came visiting from the States. It was fun seeing him again. He and I have contrasting personalities but we get along really well. There’s a deep understanding between the two of us. Then again, he’s the sort of guy that people feel that they can trust. Well, it’s not like I told him anything . I was supposed to go to my aunt’s place for the weekend but my friend was going on Saturday, so I changed plans. Felt bad about deserting my aunt for yet another week but I thought it was justified. That weekend was a lot of fun. I watched “The Passion of Christ” with my friends from Chestnut and then left for Mississauga. Got Desi food before continuing the trip. I actually watched another Indian movie. I thought I was done with them a year back. This wasn’t all that bad. A few cheesy lines that got a laugh out of me. “Polly Pereira, tu meri aur mein tera!”
A note on “The Passion of Christ”. When I saw the pain that Jesus went through, I had mixed thoughts running through my head. Each of these thoughts can single-handedly anger a Christian, Jew or whatever. First thing I thought was that how a man who was killed by the people is now worshipped by people. Not only was he killed by them, but they brutalised the poor guy. Yet, I admired how he took all the pain and never once ceded. Instead, he asked for the Lord to be merciful on those who “did not know what they were doing”. Jesus did exactly what I was talking about a few chapters ago. He gave up his life for the people in the world. The cynical part of me kept wondering why he had to be such a martyr about it.
People were getting so distressed by the movie. The woman sitting next to me kept saying “Ohh! I can’t believe they did that!” almost every few minutes. Finally at the end of the movie, I said loudly, “Ohh! I can’t believe they crucified him!” The woman turned and stared me at so oddly that I couldn’t help myself and burst out laughing.
Note to self: Read the Bible and follow that up with the Quran. I’ve been meaning to read through the Quran and really soak up the words for ages now but the movie’s given me the final push.
I’ve made firm plans that I’m going to go to my aunt’s place this weekend. No matter what comes up. I’ve already turned down two temptations asking me to stay. If I was to stay here, I could go to the Royal Ontario Museum and see an Egyptian exhibition sponsored by the British Museum. Secondly, I could go ice-skating again. However, neither of these is going to keep me here. I’ve made a firm obligation.
I’ve made a couple more videos of me hanging out with “Hyper Dude”, “Artsie” and “The Lone Ranger”. Each video is in excess of three hours and forty five minutes. The laughter that emanates from the video just go to show how much fun it can be to sit with friends and just talk. These latest videos just go on to add to my growing collection of similar videos. I believe I have six such videos.
I’m trying to make “The Best Of – “ video. I want to compile the best scenes from every video that I’ve made with my friends and put them together. I tried that with an older video and the results were really encouraging. However, I’ve run into a few snags. After I get past them, I think I can come up with a fifteen minute video that’ll keep the six of us in stitches. Of course, these videos are not to leave our group since they are too incriminating.
I managed to get “Uber-bachi”’s MSN address. I didn’t need as much tact as others had led me to believe. I just outright asked for it and got it. The ironic part was that I had given up using MSN the night before. Of course, it’s not a hard and fast rule but I had full intentions of not using MSN at all unless I had to transfer some files. However, around 1 AM on Sunday morning, the above mentioned trio told me to go on MSN and at least add her to my list. I did that and shortly thereafter, she added me. Short conversation there which involved a lot of laughter and lewd suggestions on my side of the conversation. Of course, none of these were relayed to her. I was talking to her earlier tonight with “The Trio” in my room again. This conversation was a lot more awkward and involved me going out on a few limbs that I didn’t have. My conversation was likened to a paratrooper under fire from an anti-aircraft gun… A sniper rifle being use to shoot down a mosquito. Ffor those who don’t get it -- OVERKILL! Jeez, do I have to be so simple? I think the high-light of the conversation was me scrambling all over my room, opening suitcases looking for a French dictionary hoping to find the meaning of a Spanish word. I can see the hilarity in the sentence alone. Use your imagination to wonder how much funnier the actual scene was.
I think that I’ve reached a brick wall in my conversations with “Uber-bachi”. She’s shot me down too many times and it’s been getting harder and harder to keep getting back up. Now I know how the fanatic-like Samurai in “The Last Samurai” felt. Getting up and being shot back down… I think in the middle, I had “Uber-bachi” stumped but she dealt with it after a short pause. I think I prefer my conversations with her to be in person. However, I haven’t seen her since I got her MSN. What a pickle!
I had a haircut two weeks ago. Since that day, my hair’s been trying to show everyone that I’m an evil doctor. It’s been standing up and acting like a “Sail”. Everyone’s telling me that it looks horrible but I can’t see my own hair and their opinions don’t matter, I’m not going to lift a finger to change it. The good thing about my hair is that I can be sure that it’ll look exactly the same every day without me touching it. So I don’t even glance at the mirror in the mornings.
For my complaint of the day, I’d just like to say how I find it unbelievable that people can ignore their upbringings and traditions simply because of the “Western influence”. My little cousins have boyfriends/girlfriends and seem to think nothing of it. On the other hand, I consider myself traditional but still fairly “modern”. I’ll get a girlfriend but not while I’m too young. It’s the same with swearing. I was raised to know that swearing was really bad. However, not everyone else thinks the same way I do. I can understand that and relate to that. I just wish they would approach things more logically.
To think I was losing my touch of writing long chapters. Here’s one that’s pushing five pages. Then again, I didn’t write anything for almost two weeks. Then again it’s not like someone’s going to be able to read through the whole thing. Yeah, I decided that I’ll post this. However, I’m not telling anyone that I’m publishing again. Except for Puff, perhaps.
I’m sure my parents have not liked reading through my blogs nor have my brothers. Ah well. If anyone’s opinion did matter, I would say my parents top that list. Then again, it’s not saying much. The opinions of others don’t rank too highly with me.
Here are a few points I’ve been pondering over lately.
Suppose your dad turns to your mum and asks her to comment on your looks. To say whether you’re good-looking or downright ugly. Which of these two cases will you prefer? For your mum to answer immediately or to ponder over it and then reply? Think about it…
Thought about it?
Ok, here’s what I came up with. Say my mum answered immediately, I would just pass off her answer as being a proud mother’s answer. The answer expected from a mother who will only compliment her son. In my case, my mum took a short pause before answering. That wasn’t too pleasing either. In my opinion, I was good-looking enough to extract an immediate response. Mein Bohut Chaloo Hoon. Heh, just goes to show you that people are almost always fighting a losing battle.
The other train of thoughts were invoked by a quote I read. “I mused for a few moments on the question of which was worse, to lead a life so boring that you are easily enchanted or a life so full of stimulus that you are easily bored – Bill Bryson” Well, the best response would be to lead a life down the middle. One where stimuli are plentiful but remain a luxury. One where boredom creeps up every now and then to help you remember and realise how good the luxuries are. To word a cliché, “The best of both worlds”. Now let me consider the optimistic sides of the two extremes. If I was to lead a life so boring that I was easily enchanted, then I would take even more pleasure in each delight that comes my way. If I was to lead a life so exciting, then I would be grateful for having a life as nice as mine.
Here’s the problem. I think that I’ll feel that way. What about other people? What will they do? Will I actually do the same thing they do, when the time presents itself? Will I complain about how rarely I come across invigorating events and how my life is so boring or will I complain about how everything I do just seems so mundane and that I need new challenges?
What is wrong with you people?!? Making me think like you… tch!
I admire the determination of some people. The ones that are dropped in such deep holes with walls of marble (or that non-stick material frying pans are made of) and yet they still climb out. In the words of Edward Everett Hale “I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do.”
Take a moment to absorb these powerful words.
Done? Well, let me analyse those words. “I am only one, but I am one.” It took me a second to realise the depth of these words. That this man knows his situation but is determined to make the most of what he’s been given. He may only be one but at least he is one! Fitttt hai yaar! Mr. Hale understands that he’s not able to do everything that he may wish to, but he knows that he can do some of those things. He’s practical. He’s what I try to be. He understands the situation and realises how it applies to him and what he can do. He knows his limits and he knows his talents. On top of it all, even though he said he knows his limits, he’s not going to let them stop him from getting the job done if he’s capable of it. He’ll do what he can and not worry about being hindered by minor obstacles.
When you like the character of someone, you wonder if you share any similar traits. I wondered if there was ever a situation where I showed that I was practical. I can think of a couple. One would be in how I approached missing “Sis”. Doesn’t help me so doesn’t make sense to keep missing “Sis”. Problem solved… “Sis” was no longer missed. Anyhow, she abandoned me! Waaahhhhh! The other situation was when “Hyper Dude” and I were having troubles with our luggage just before we were able to embark on our first solo trans-Atlantic flight. I remember my mum calling me on my cell. She was just a few dozen yards away but wasn’t allowed to come into the passenger area. She kept telling me not to panic and to remain calm. That brought a smile to my face. She took the hassle of calling me instead of just catching my attention and asking me to come over. “Mum, look at me… does it look like I’m panicking? I’m being so calm and fixing the problem as best I can.” I realise she wasn’t talking about the airport situation only but about any problem that I might face in Canada.
Let me go over what I’ve done since my last “lengthy” chapter. I went ice-skating on Sunday. That was a load of fun. I picked it up quite quickly and though I whirled my arms around a few times (like I was trying to shoo away the scent of “Banana Man’s” farts), I didn’t fall often. Started helping “Midas” and her friend learn how to skate shortly after that. It was like helping an old lady cross the street. You take her by the arm and progress slowly. Once you’ve helped her across, they can continue on their own. Similarly, I had a girl on one arm relying on me to help her keep her balance. Haha, it was a pleasant surprise knowing that a girl was willing to endure my company just so that she doesn’t fall. A scenario comes to mind where I’m holding onto a girl who’s fallen off a cliff… Yeah yeah, I know it’s abstract. So if I can’t pull her back to safety and we end up waiting for help, she’ll be willing to talk to me as long as I hold on. Comforting to know that. I’m sure some dufus out there just hoping to pop my bubble is going to tell me that the girl’s probably going to ask me to let go.
For the following week, a friend came visiting from the States. It was fun seeing him again. He and I have contrasting personalities but we get along really well. There’s a deep understanding between the two of us. Then again, he’s the sort of guy that people feel that they can trust. Well, it’s not like I told him anything . I was supposed to go to my aunt’s place for the weekend but my friend was going on Saturday, so I changed plans. Felt bad about deserting my aunt for yet another week but I thought it was justified. That weekend was a lot of fun. I watched “The Passion of Christ” with my friends from Chestnut and then left for Mississauga. Got Desi food before continuing the trip. I actually watched another Indian movie. I thought I was done with them a year back. This wasn’t all that bad. A few cheesy lines that got a laugh out of me. “Polly Pereira, tu meri aur mein tera!”
A note on “The Passion of Christ”. When I saw the pain that Jesus went through, I had mixed thoughts running through my head. Each of these thoughts can single-handedly anger a Christian, Jew or whatever. First thing I thought was that how a man who was killed by the people is now worshipped by people. Not only was he killed by them, but they brutalised the poor guy. Yet, I admired how he took all the pain and never once ceded. Instead, he asked for the Lord to be merciful on those who “did not know what they were doing”. Jesus did exactly what I was talking about a few chapters ago. He gave up his life for the people in the world. The cynical part of me kept wondering why he had to be such a martyr about it.
People were getting so distressed by the movie. The woman sitting next to me kept saying “Ohh! I can’t believe they did that!” almost every few minutes. Finally at the end of the movie, I said loudly, “Ohh! I can’t believe they crucified him!” The woman turned and stared me at so oddly that I couldn’t help myself and burst out laughing.
Note to self: Read the Bible and follow that up with the Quran. I’ve been meaning to read through the Quran and really soak up the words for ages now but the movie’s given me the final push.
I’ve made firm plans that I’m going to go to my aunt’s place this weekend. No matter what comes up. I’ve already turned down two temptations asking me to stay. If I was to stay here, I could go to the Royal Ontario Museum and see an Egyptian exhibition sponsored by the British Museum. Secondly, I could go ice-skating again. However, neither of these is going to keep me here. I’ve made a firm obligation.
I’ve made a couple more videos of me hanging out with “Hyper Dude”, “Artsie” and “The Lone Ranger”. Each video is in excess of three hours and forty five minutes. The laughter that emanates from the video just go to show how much fun it can be to sit with friends and just talk. These latest videos just go on to add to my growing collection of similar videos. I believe I have six such videos.
I’m trying to make “The Best Of – “ video. I want to compile the best scenes from every video that I’ve made with my friends and put them together. I tried that with an older video and the results were really encouraging. However, I’ve run into a few snags. After I get past them, I think I can come up with a fifteen minute video that’ll keep the six of us in stitches. Of course, these videos are not to leave our group since they are too incriminating.
I managed to get “Uber-bachi”’s MSN address. I didn’t need as much tact as others had led me to believe. I just outright asked for it and got it. The ironic part was that I had given up using MSN the night before. Of course, it’s not a hard and fast rule but I had full intentions of not using MSN at all unless I had to transfer some files. However, around 1 AM on Sunday morning, the above mentioned trio told me to go on MSN and at least add her to my list. I did that and shortly thereafter, she added me. Short conversation there which involved a lot of laughter and lewd suggestions on my side of the conversation. Of course, none of these were relayed to her. I was talking to her earlier tonight with “The Trio” in my room again. This conversation was a lot more awkward and involved me going out on a few limbs that I didn’t have. My conversation was likened to a paratrooper under fire from an anti-aircraft gun… A sniper rifle being use to shoot down a mosquito. Ffor those who don’t get it -- OVERKILL! Jeez, do I have to be so simple? I think the high-light of the conversation was me scrambling all over my room, opening suitcases looking for a French dictionary hoping to find the meaning of a Spanish word. I can see the hilarity in the sentence alone. Use your imagination to wonder how much funnier the actual scene was.
I think that I’ve reached a brick wall in my conversations with “Uber-bachi”. She’s shot me down too many times and it’s been getting harder and harder to keep getting back up. Now I know how the fanatic-like Samurai in “The Last Samurai” felt. Getting up and being shot back down… I think in the middle, I had “Uber-bachi” stumped but she dealt with it after a short pause. I think I prefer my conversations with her to be in person. However, I haven’t seen her since I got her MSN. What a pickle!
I had a haircut two weeks ago. Since that day, my hair’s been trying to show everyone that I’m an evil doctor. It’s been standing up and acting like a “Sail”. Everyone’s telling me that it looks horrible but I can’t see my own hair and their opinions don’t matter, I’m not going to lift a finger to change it. The good thing about my hair is that I can be sure that it’ll look exactly the same every day without me touching it. So I don’t even glance at the mirror in the mornings.
For my complaint of the day, I’d just like to say how I find it unbelievable that people can ignore their upbringings and traditions simply because of the “Western influence”. My little cousins have boyfriends/girlfriends and seem to think nothing of it. On the other hand, I consider myself traditional but still fairly “modern”. I’ll get a girlfriend but not while I’m too young. It’s the same with swearing. I was raised to know that swearing was really bad. However, not everyone else thinks the same way I do. I can understand that and relate to that. I just wish they would approach things more logically.
To think I was losing my touch of writing long chapters. Here’s one that’s pushing five pages. Then again, I didn’t write anything for almost two weeks. Then again it’s not like someone’s going to be able to read through the whole thing. Yeah, I decided that I’ll post this. However, I’m not telling anyone that I’m publishing again. Except for Puff, perhaps.
