Sunday, September 05, 2010

The Little Prince

There are few books we remember, and The Little Prince is one of those. I remember it for its simplicity..for its innocence, and for the lifelong wisdom it imparts. It talks about 'little' things that matter much, things we fail to imbibe/observe, and that makes all the difference.

The other day, when I was remembering this book, someone told me they hadn't heard of it. And someone said, they haven't read it..and this has been the case for a long long time.

For all those who missed out on a beautiful journey, here's some of my favorite excerpts from the book:

All grown-ups were children first. (But few remember it).

Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is exhausting for children to have to provide explanations over and over again.

That's the way they are. You must not hold it against them. Children should be very understanding of grown-ups.

... I have had, in the course of my life, lots of encounters and lots of serious people. I have spent lots of time with grown-ups. I have seen them at close range... which haven't much improved my opinion of them.

Grown-ups like numbers. When you tell them about a new friend, they never ask questions about what really matters. They never ask: "What does his voice sound like?" "What games does he like best?" "Does he collect butterflies?". They ask: "How old is he?" "How many brothers does he have?" "How much does he weigh?" "How much money does his father make?" Only then do they think they know him.

"For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers?... Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, even without realizing what he's doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, 'My flower's up there somewhere...' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?'"

"I'd like to see a sunset... Do me a favor your majesty... Command the sun to set."

"That is the hardest thing of all. It is much harder to judge yourself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself, it's because you're truly a wise man."

"Language is the source of misunderstandings."

"You're lovely, but you're empty," he went on. "One couldn't die for you. Of course an ordinary passerby would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more important than you altogether, since she's the one I've watered. Since she's the one I put under glass. Since she's the one I sheltered behind a screen. Since she's the one for whom I killed the caterpillars (except for two or three for butterflies). Since's she the one I listened to when she complained, or when she boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing at all. Since she's my rose."

"One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes."

What makes the desert beautiful," said the little prince, "is that it hides a well somewhere..."

And the little prince added, "But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart."

You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed.


Its true, how sometimes, our hearts see what the eyes don't. And how sometimes it is difficult to describe the word 'special', and yet, not be tamed by thoughts alone.

I hope that you will pick a copy...and if not...well then, you grew up too fast! :P

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Good Life

The Good thing about life is that it constantly springs surprises, and catches you unaware!

A recent surprise has been the IVLP programme. I can’t say I am excited – that would be an understatement. All I know is I feel super good. And what makes it better is the support of friends.

Met some school friends recently – and it was too much fun going back into time with Tanya drawing piglets for me again! Lol!

Nadir and Ram came to Delhi and while Priyo and I took them around, we realized how wonderful Ram is with the B for Bendetta dialogue. Left all of us in splits.

Its been a week of catching up with friends, working, and setting up a whole new workspace. Feels awesome I say!!

There’s much more to do, but one thing I realized is, there’s nothing like being your own master.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Going back..Jumping Ahead!

For the past few months, it has been hectic. When I started Happy Hands, I didn’t think of a growth plan. I didn’t think of a lot of things, but luckily they all fell into place. Its not the end of the journey, but the journey itself – today I realize what it really means. There have been ups and downs and there have been some wonderful friends who have supported me through all this. With HHF now having become a full-fledged non-profit, it has more people to worry about it, than just me.

It couldn’t have been better – I travel, discover new places, new people and new crafts almost every second month.

The love of the people and the growing interest of our urban audience gives me those goosebumps and make me open my arms out to embrace the world.

During this phase, I found myself I guess. Amidst all the work and countless moments of fun, I did some clay work, sketched and now I am back to writing. I have something on my head – and I hope it comes out the right way: I always surprise myself!

For now my Evil Horns are glowing bright : its time for another prank!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Seek-o Naaaaa....

Finally I know what it means when people say "Time Flies". The last time I was at my parents' house, I was still in school, and the most important thing at the time was our friends...their crushes..playing cupid...and well, handling heart-breaks.
Thankfully now that part is over, but everybody around is getting married..engaged..its like some flu!! And it is damn scary.
The toll is now 7 people (including school and college friends!)

And then there's this one friend, who I so wish would get married, but she isn't - because...well.. none of us have a reason. The parents are ready. The bride and groom are ready. And even the friends are ready. There is no eclipse, no lunar/solar / planetary movements and "aal is well..". She is ageing also.

Then there is another friend, who doesn't have a boyfriend but really craves for an engagement (like i crave for ice cream) just so all of us can party.

Really now I say. Time indeed, has flown.

For all those friends who are getting hitched and "stepping into a new life" and all that, : Good luck. I really sincerely hope the honeymoon lasts all your life! :D

For all those friends who need to get hitched : "Seek and ye shall find" - Mathew said that in the Bible...I think he may be referring to Jesus.. but if man can find God, a woman can surely find a man. I don't make sense - but that's fine. Some of the most brilliant things are decoded after centuries of having been spoken.

I am done with my 3 mins of blabber.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

That Thing Called Love...

Spoiler: This is not a mushy post.

So yesterday, was a very strange day. Like a page out of life where extreme happiness and extreme sadness both come together. Of course happiness comes before.

It started with the Priyo and Me @ Hauz Khas Village. Our third friend works at Times Now which has a very unkind boss so she joined us a little later.

The village has this inexplicable charm that you can only experience - it would be silly to talk about it... but yes, it feels perfectly safe to feel "free" there, as if it wasn't a part of Delhi. Actually, its a part of Delhi where the unusual happens. Where you'd find only one resturaunt that has a restroom..shack like cafes, dingy art houses, strange bookstores, and a place where they have posters of cult bollywood movies and Charminar cigarrette packs and Chameli agarbatti...and Flit-ads too! A place where I guess Time was set to a "rewind" and stopped.

The little road curves along, and if you follow it, you reach this huge and soooo well maintained (with very few lovebirds around) that it makes for a complete retreat spot during a weekend - esp after a hectic week!

A little more of a walk.. and you hit this place called Gunpowder - which is a trek up towards the most amazing eating joint ever. Idukki Pork Curry, Steamed Rice...and some starters..and you will be left with a veryyyyy happy tummy. The terrace seating also looks over the lake - which is brilliant. Uhmm.. and there was a tuned guitar for me to play! :D

..........Strange as life is, before we could seal the day as "perfect", we got a call from our other friend, telling us about the blast at German Bakery. To say the very least, it just left us feeling quite "blah" - that place was our hangout in Pune.. a place where I got my dissertation questionnaires filled up...a place where we just met... in an act of terror.. all that was charred...

What is it with these people? Why is it so important to kill people.. destroy places.. and reduce the word humanity to nothingness?

That cute waiter..and that smiling cashier (who is no more now) - they were a target for an unnecessary, downtrodden act, which has made it to the headlines today..will move to page 2 tomorrow..and a month later, people will cross the spot saying "This is where GB was.."

Of course it will come back.. not sure if it will have the same flavour for us the meantime, those men with bombs will go spread the love someplace else.

And that, my dear friends is what they call the "21st Century".

Thursday, January 07, 2010


Today a girl I hardly ever speak to, commented on my facebook status saying "Shut Up" - its extremely amusing since it wasn't intended at her.. neither was it to do with anything she said/did.
Me thinks, maybe this is the con of a social media network.. even when its not your business, it becomes your business.


SRK to the media: Next time I will cycle down from Mumbai to Delhi.
Really he thinks he is funny. The press will have to also cycle down and it will become a marathon.