Thursday, May 20, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
(March 2010 - May 2010)
For a small blue imp of a fish, you surely brought me jupiters of joy.
And for that I thank you, little buddy. R.I.P.
"Don't worry about a thing,
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right." - Bob Marley
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
ਆਵਹੁ ਸਿਖ ਸਤਿਗੁਰੂ ਕੇ ਪਿਆਰਿਹੋ ਗਾਵਹੁ ਸਚੀ ਬਾਣੀ ॥ ਬਾਣੀ ਤ ਗਾਵਹੁ ਗੁਰੂ ਕੇਰੀ ਬਾਣੀਆ ਸਿਰਿ ਬਾਣੀ ॥
Come, O beloved Sikhs of the True Guru, and sing the True Word of His Bani. Sing the Guru's Bani, the supreme Word of Words.
~ Guru Ramdas, Raag Ramkali,
Aad Guru Granth Sahib, Page, 920-4 & 5
Monday, March 15, 2010
What then, does everything preceding that dictate?
Life is what happens every day; it has,
from the day we took our first breath.
I look at a recent picture of a once vibrant teacher from primary, and wonder how long has it really been. From when I wondered when I would be done with uniforms. Then, when I would get into medicine.
And now, when I would graduate.
What is a 19 year old to say about the length of life, you ask? To me, those 19 years now seemed to have flown past. When did our eyesight deteriorate? When did our parents grow older? When did we move out? When did we have to make our own decisions?
When did we take all of that in passing?
No, I don't deem those milestones insignificant.
I say that they are, in every sense of the word, milestones.
Milestones of a journey that had a starting point.
Not a journey where we wait for one.
Breaths are going to be taken, the heart is going to pump.
Realisation is all we need to comprehend how
we can live today, tomorrow and the next, with flair.
How I can enjoy reading about the
biomechanics of breathing, and perhaps,
not dream about the day I see biologically mechanical lungs.
How I can start getting into shape now, and perhaps,
not wait for a day when I seize the luxury of time to join a fancy gym.
How I can learn more about my religion, and perhaps,
not wait for a day when I have to.
How I can make my parents proud, and perhaps,
become a distinguished doctor.
How I can go to sleep right now, and perhaps,
wake up for class tomorrow.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
This Artwork of the Week (or of the year rather) just arrests. And as I type this on my faux tiger skin bedspread, admiring the print of a magnificent Bengal Tiger that shall soon adorn that empty spot of wall above my bed, I am reminded of a childhood dream. A dream of how someday I would in fact, rear a tiger of my very own.
But I now realise how selfish a dream that was. We live in a time where the Bali, Javan and Persian tiger species are already extinct; The rest that remain are sadly endangered.
I now have a new dream: A dream to see these striped felines I adore so much, survive the generations of time. A dying world, as many choose to see our Earth as, just cannot afford to be sans tigers. It just can't.