I can tell I need to sit down and think about things I'm thankful for tonight, because as I sit here at my computer staring at the screen in complete and total exhaustion (it was another 13 hour day today), all I can think about is how frustrated and burned out I am by my working habits this year. Underfunding, huge cuts, a class full of seriously high need (and seriously awesome, but seriously high need) kids, and an insane lack of support have all turned me into a frazzled ranting stress case. You may think I'm kidding, but those who see me regularly I'm sure will vouch for it.
So, as I'm trying to get into the habit of doing so anyway, here's a list of couple of things I'm grateful for - few of God's goodness to me from today.
1. I started my day with one of the sweetest and best voice of my life..i have only couple of sweet voiced loved ones :-). Its always awesome to hear my aai's voice in early morning :-) I love you aai.
2. I ran into an old friend on my way to office - someone I knew from my coffee shop job years ago. Every single one of his co-workers talked about what a lovely human being he was, and as I left, I realized just that little interaction made for a happy little kick start to my day.
3. I'm grateful for my black tea ! :)
4. It was a beautiful day today after a day of laziness yesterday. I'm grateful for ANY such day over here in February, and we got nearly a whole day of it!
5. I got a call from my mom today that my new room is ready to go and I can start using it as early as this year.
6. Today was my sitar class, so I had a bit of a breather in the middle of the day to get stuff done but at the end of the day, as usual i missed it :-|
7. I got a promise from someone that they are going to give their best :-)
8. There are some really great people at my office this year, and I really like them. I'm grateful for fun co-workers.
9. I love my new laptop with ubuntu! Finally I don't have a dinosaur slug of a beast! It's fast and it's cute and it's shiny! OoooOoOOoOOOoOOOooo!
10. And the most important part of my day holds the moment when i uploaded my new track on my blog. I am happy that i was able to finish off a half composition done by my beautiful angel Melly...Hey Melly !! Have you heard my arrangements on your composition ?? :-)
11. How can i forget the appreciation i got from my aai and monica for my new track. Hoooray ! that made me feel so special :-)
12.. I'm grateful for this list and how it's helped my grumbly, ranty self remember that I have been blessed throughout today.
13. I'm grateful for my bed.
Whenever I'm gonna go sleep on it..
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
In Your Loving Memory - Melly
In Loving Memory of Melly Keminiski
(Jan 22, 1983 - Jan 8, 2011)
Now its up to 24 days,
Living life to the fullest with no fears.
For I know your upstairs guiding my every step,
When I'm down I think of the memories I've always kept.
"What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger",
I only wish you lived life much longer.
They say everything happens for a reason,
Life only last so long like a season.
Hug your loved ones and hold them tight,
Life's too short and Heaven is always in sight.
Loving and missing you always,
POPO
(Jan 22, 1983 - Jan 8, 2011)
Now its up to 24 days,
Living life to the fullest with no fears.
For I know your upstairs guiding my every step,
When I'm down I think of the memories I've always kept.
"What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger",
I only wish you lived life much longer.
They say everything happens for a reason,
Life only last so long like a season.
Hug your loved ones and hold them tight,
Life's too short and Heaven is always in sight.
Loving and missing you always,
POPO
Saturday, December 25, 2010
I Believe ...
I believe in happiness And friendship, through and through,
I believe in Miracles and dreams that will come true,
I believe that when you cry your tears are not in vain,
And when you’re sad and lonely someone knows that you’re in pain.
I believe that when we laugh a sparkle starts to shine,
And before you know these sparks will spread
From more hearts than just mine.
I believe the gifts you have are there for you to share
And when you give them from the heart, the whole world knows you care.
I believe that if you give, even just to one,
That gift will grow in magnitude before the day is done.
I believe that comfort comes from giving part of me,
And if I share with others, there’s more for all so see.
I believe that love is still the greatest gift of all,
And when it’s given from the heart, Love will conquer all.
I believe in Miracles and dreams that will come true,
I believe that when you cry your tears are not in vain,
And when you’re sad and lonely someone knows that you’re in pain.
I believe that when we laugh a sparkle starts to shine,
And before you know these sparks will spread
From more hearts than just mine.
I believe the gifts you have are there for you to share
And when you give them from the heart, the whole world knows you care.
I believe that if you give, even just to one,
That gift will grow in magnitude before the day is done.
I believe that comfort comes from giving part of me,
And if I share with others, there’s more for all so see.
I believe that love is still the greatest gift of all,
And when it’s given from the heart, Love will conquer all.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Magic...!!!
Clover reflected in morning dew & a wintry foggy morning could only mean one thing.
...magic.
while blue skies and chilly breeze force most to cancel plans, they prompt me to make them and as soon as i see beautiful cold and foggy morning..
I set out with big plans to fit into my woolen clothes..
to seize the moment..
to find the most perfect patches of happiness for the best wintry mornings..
I love it when its cold and foggy..
the long boots are still alive and kickin' (thank you, ruchika). and they make the loveliest squelch and squerch sounds you've ever heard..
yes, the winter is quite magic..
so, thank you god and month of december..
thank you gray, languid sky..
oh, and thank you long boots..
and in other magic.
December plus fall plus winters equals one happy guy today.
I am a bundle of creative energy ready to be unleashed...and if you don't provide it, i'll find it...
...magic.
while blue skies and chilly breeze force most to cancel plans, they prompt me to make them and as soon as i see beautiful cold and foggy morning..
I set out with big plans to fit into my woolen clothes..
to seize the moment..
to find the most perfect patches of happiness for the best wintry mornings..
I love it when its cold and foggy..
the long boots are still alive and kickin' (thank you, ruchika). and they make the loveliest squelch and squerch sounds you've ever heard..
yes, the winter is quite magic..
so, thank you god and month of december..
thank you gray, languid sky..
oh, and thank you long boots..
and in other magic.
December plus fall plus winters equals one happy guy today.
I am a bundle of creative energy ready to be unleashed...and if you don't provide it, i'll find it...
Monday, December 13, 2010
Me !
Hi, I'm Arjun. I've been alive from a long time, and I finally have my own JOB, CREDIT CARD, a SITAR, an EKTARA and a SARANGI. I'm very excited about this, and generally excited by anything else that falls into the "proud to own" or "proud to have" categories. I am learning to play SITAR from one of the renowed and respected SITAR player of India. EKTARA is another instrument which i love to play and enjoy its spiritual tone. I LOVE Pune. That's where I live, when I'm lucky enough to be there. I love the town so much, I sometimes feel like I should drive my bike around the town and scream "I LOVE PUNE" loudly out to the world. That wouldn't be weird, right? Every time I try and wink at someone, I mess it up and end up scaring people because of my alien looks. My lucky number always has been and always will be 3. It pops up in front of me in the most obvious and undeniable ways, but only when something good is about to happen. I'm an AQUARIAN. I think that means I'm humane, frank, serious minded, genial, refined, sometimes ethereal, and idealistic, though this last quality is tempered with a sensible practicality. It also means I have a Christmas-themed birthday party every year and I love blue color and things that make reality seem more whimsical than it is. I over-think and over-plan and over-organize. I've been like this since I was a baby, before I was gigantically huge and over-talkative.
These days, I've been trying to classify my thoughts into two categories: "Things I can change," and "Things I can't." It seems to help me sort through what to really stress about. But there I go again, over-planning and over-organizing my over-thinking! I write songs about my adventures and misadventures, most of which concern love. Love is a tricky business. But if it wasn't, I wouldn't be so enthralled with it. Lately I've come to a wonderful realization that makes me even more fascinated by it: I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to love. No one does! There's no pattern to it, except that it happens to all of us, of course. I can't plan for it. I can't predict how it'll end up. Because love is unpredictable and it's frustrating and it's tragic and it's beautiful. And even though there's no way to feel like I'm an expert at it, it's worth writing songs about -- more than anything else I've ever experienced in my life.
I've apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It's been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn't mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I've just added more things to my list. Like for example, I'm still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats and dogs that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing music and wearing three-fourths all the time and gazing at stars. But some new things I've fallen in love with -- mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I love spraying deodrants I used to wear when I was in school. It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking spot at school, trying to get noticed by senior students, and trying to figure out how to avoid doing or saying anything uncool, and wishing every minute of every day that one day maybe I'd get a chance to get noticed or appreciated somehow. Or something crazy and out of reach like that. ;) I love old buildings with the paint chipping off the walls and my dad's stories about whales and tigers. I love the freedom of living alone, but I also love things that make me feel seven again. Back then naivety was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in a while you need fries and a good tea and your mom. I love picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to a random page, then attempting to make that recipe. I've loved my friends from the very first day, but they've said things and done things recently that make me feel like they're my dear ones -- more now than ever before. I'll never go a day without thinking about them and cherishing my memories with them.
I think it's important that you know that I will never change. But I'll never stay the same either. Must be an Aquarian thing.
I'm pretty stoked that you read this whole thing. I commend you for that. This was ridiculously long, and you probably have other stuff you could've done in the last four minutes. So to you, or anyone else who has spent four minutes on me in some way-- Reading about me, or about my views….Thank you. I love you like I love sparkles and having the last word. And that's real love.
These days, I've been trying to classify my thoughts into two categories: "Things I can change," and "Things I can't." It seems to help me sort through what to really stress about. But there I go again, over-planning and over-organizing my over-thinking! I write songs about my adventures and misadventures, most of which concern love. Love is a tricky business. But if it wasn't, I wouldn't be so enthralled with it. Lately I've come to a wonderful realization that makes me even more fascinated by it: I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to love. No one does! There's no pattern to it, except that it happens to all of us, of course. I can't plan for it. I can't predict how it'll end up. Because love is unpredictable and it's frustrating and it's tragic and it's beautiful. And even though there's no way to feel like I'm an expert at it, it's worth writing songs about -- more than anything else I've ever experienced in my life.
I've apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It's been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn't mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I've just added more things to my list. Like for example, I'm still beyond obsessed with the winter season and I still start putting up strings of lights in September. I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats and dogs that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing music and wearing three-fourths all the time and gazing at stars. But some new things I've fallen in love with -- mismatched everything. Mismatched chairs, mismatched colors, mismatched personalities. I love spraying deodrants I used to wear when I was in school. It brings me back to the days of trying to get a close parking spot at school, trying to get noticed by senior students, and trying to figure out how to avoid doing or saying anything uncool, and wishing every minute of every day that one day maybe I'd get a chance to get noticed or appreciated somehow. Or something crazy and out of reach like that. ;) I love old buildings with the paint chipping off the walls and my dad's stories about whales and tigers. I love the freedom of living alone, but I also love things that make me feel seven again. Back then naivety was the norm and skepticism was a foreign language, and I just think every once in a while you need fries and a good tea and your mom. I love picking up a cookbook and closing my eyes and opening it to a random page, then attempting to make that recipe. I've loved my friends from the very first day, but they've said things and done things recently that make me feel like they're my dear ones -- more now than ever before. I'll never go a day without thinking about them and cherishing my memories with them.
I think it's important that you know that I will never change. But I'll never stay the same either. Must be an Aquarian thing.
I'm pretty stoked that you read this whole thing. I commend you for that. This was ridiculously long, and you probably have other stuff you could've done in the last four minutes. So to you, or anyone else who has spent four minutes on me in some way-- Reading about me, or about my views….Thank you. I love you like I love sparkles and having the last word. And that's real love.
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