Today's Fortune

The heart is wiser than the intellect.

Me : Is it ... ?

Analysis and Interpretation !

This Valentines most sought after 'Doctor Ship's (Relationship's) advice !

(By the way from this day hence, I (Dr Ship) am going to start charging for all the advise that I give ... no matter what the topic)

Okay .... All agony aunts and uncles, several councillors, psychologists, psychiatrists and matchmakers will be out of job if couples with troubled relationships follow this one advise.

If you have a problem with your whoever ... Don't brood over them ... Discuss them.
Break the problem down ... Don't break down ... Talk it out.
Don't just sit there thinking what he/she said and what he/she meant. Its just not worth the trouble ... trust me. Instead just walk over ... get into a solution mode and request your partner in crime to do the same and thrash that issue out.

The moment couples get into the analysis and interpretation of what was said and what it meant or worse what was intended or indicated or implied or any such intangible confusion ... disaster reigns !

If despite your best efforts your other half (note : I'm not saying better) refuses to participate in your efforts ... Follow the Traffic Signs! (simplest signals ever created)

Stop ... Look ... Move ON !
(open to analysis and interpretation ... ha ha Got you there !!! Well get your thinking caps on !)

And to make things light at the end of this extremely difficult lesson, here's a forward that I got today....


A man walking along a California beach was deep in prayer.

Suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, the Lord said,
"Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I will grant you one wish."

The man said, "Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over anytime I want."

The Lord said, "Your request is very materialistic. Think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking. The supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific! The concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources. I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that would honor and glorify me."

The man thought about it for a long time.

Finally he said, "Lord, I wish that I could understand my girlfriend. I want to know how she feels inside, what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what she means when she says 'nothings wrong,' and how I can make a woman truly happy."

The Lord replied, "You want two lanes or four on that bridge?"

Make time or Miss out ...

Davies the poet who got nothing of what he deserved but still managed to simplify the choas of modern life into words that will continue to reverberate even in the eaons to come ... I salute you.

'Leisure'
- By William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Five For Fighting

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me

I’m more than a bird
I’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see

It may sound absurd
But don’t be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed
But won’t you conceed
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be me

Up, up and away, away from me
It’s all right
You can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy, or anything...

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me.....inside of me

It’s not easy to be me

Should Truth Prevail ?

I think honesty and truth are not synonymous with each other ... just like excellence is not synonymous with perfection ...

But then this is what I think ... and these days I don't really think that matters much.

The very meaning of a 'Meaningful Life ...'

Recently while on one of my endless drives back from office I was assaulted with a question. Endless because the traffic crawls slower than an earthworm and assaulted because I was a million miles away trying to breakdown the theory of the infamous Freudian slip. (After Willy he's next ...)

She : What do you think is the meaning of having a meaningful life ?
Me : Whoa !!! Where did that come from ??? (To both myself and her)

She : No. Generally.
Me : Well...
(Suddenly jolted out of my reverie ... I managed not to come up with an instant answer which would in any case have been very hollow)
Me : I think .... It could mean different things to different people ... (my voice faded off)

All possible answers beginning from the mystical to the mythical and even the metaphysical seemed to flow through my head but nothing clicked.

In the very awkward silence that followed the sound emanating from my car's stereo seemed rather loud ... I turned it down. The traffic moved another pace but the silence remained unbroken. On another day or at another time this question might not have instigated my brain cells the way it did then. Perhaps it was the intensity with which the question was put that forced me into a thoughtful coma ...

Next Day.

I enter office too busy with my 'To Do' list to lend any further thought to the question that had plagued my mind the previous day...
And then I saw it. A framed poster that's been hanging in my office for all the five years that I have worked here. Its a poster that displays the famous monologue voiced over by Mark Renton at the beginning of the film, Trainspotting.

And I thought maybe there's something here (pasted below) !!!

Its titled - Choose Life. Pardon the liberal use of the F word ... not my taste but it had to be a true representation.

Choose Life.
Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life.