Things I live by

Some quotations that inspire me and why...Just wanted to give you some random thoughts of mine...

One of the reasons why people hold on to memories so tight is because memories are the only thing that doesn’t change when everyone else does.
-Anonymous

Some lines, quotes, excerpt mean more to you than others. They seem tailor made for you, so that you can understand your own situation better. The one written above is for me. I seem to go on and on and over and over the same feelings and memories and Kodak moments for certain people, just wondering and questioning what exactly went wrong there. The answer is easy, and now so in my face. People change. They changed. The end.


If you have only one smile in you, give it to the people you love. Don't be surly at home, then go out in the street and start grinning 'Good morning' at total strangers.
-Maya Angelou

There was a phase in my life, not many years ago, that I would go to sleep a crying, whimpering bitch and wake up an angry, fetid bitch. And I made the life of my loved ones a living hell. I resented them, I screamed at them and I blamed them for not understanding what goes on in my head- when I knew they had no way of knowing that. Every time I think of that time, I feel like I had let my family down. So, one breezy Sunday morning I read this quote, and I decided to follow it till the day I die.


Always try to find out where the inspiration of your heroes comes from, i.e., who inspires those who inspire you, who do your heroes look up to.
-Jon Bon Jovi
If my memory serves me right, it was JBJ on The Oprah Winfrey Show, who said the above lines. It was then I began my journey to know Maya Angelou, because she is one of the people who inspire Oprah herself. And it is not only true what JBJ said, but it also transformational. It changes the way you think, when you realise your hero has a hero. Or in fact when your Shero has a Shero. (Shero is She-Hero, a term coined by Maya Angelou)


You will be surprised at what you can live with.
-Dr. James Wilson, in House
I think I have already written a bit on this… http://meggs-knows-best.blogspot.com/2008/01/finding-meghu.html

Is pretty much self explanatory.

Things I live by...at least I try...

Over-Looked

I am sure most of you all know that my summer internship is at Maruti Suzuki. Well if you weren’t in coma on 11th October 2007, then you would most definitely know. Well for those fortunate souls who don’t know me, I announce every minute detail and change in my life to the world. But this one, the “getting-through-to-and-celebrating” MS went, well, a little out of hand. Let’s just say the adrenaline got the best of me and I was shouting, “Maruti here I come” much to the amusement of many and the embarrassment of one: Pranks. But not that is a pivotal detail at all. So, one fine Monday morning two weeks ago-after 6 months of waiting in the wings, finally- I reached the gates of the Gurgaon plant. And hence began the roller coaster ride of an internship called the MS trainee program.



You see that big MARUTI SUZUKI sign in the pic. Seems inescapable doesn’t it? But I totally missed it. Till now, that is till two weeks into the program. I had Over-Looked it. And today as I stood across the road from it, I did finally see it. And I mean SEE IT. For a few moments I couldn’t take my eyes off the sign. It’s not that gigantic, or well ornate or flashy. But I just could not take my eyes off it. I finally did, only because I had to scan the road to see if my car had shown up yet. It hadn’t. And so I went back to admiring the sign as I would admire a muse- the way I would run my eyes all through the object of my attention, how I would carefully note and relish in its presence. Or how I would see a beautiful little child- and realise the fact that they all are beautiful. Or how would I see even a chocolate cake after a long dieting period- how I would savour its smell and its texture and the taste. And I stood there, across the busy and bustling old gurgaon road, almost as if I had come face to face with my creator. Well, MS isn’t my creator but is my ‘feeder’ for the next two months. And literally as well, not just the “feeds my family cos it pays me” bit…
If I sit and think of my reaction, it was of total awe, over awed even, enamoured, bewitched yet bewildered as to how could I have missed this sign. It was big and right above the front gate. Wasn’t too high, in fact I had noticed the Pseudo Bridge behind it. And yet I blimely unaware of its existence.
And its strange how this giant corporation with numerous accolades to its name- which we were intimidated a number of times during the 2 day orientation- could so simply and aptly be summed up into two words. That’s what it is supposed to be? The name of a product, or a brand – it’s the summary of the product. Plainly, the sign is the summation, bearing the logo of the Indo-Jap joint venture. So much energy, money, people… all signified by this sign.
And so, I stood there for almost five odd minutes, before I decided to click the picture. Because the moment seemed note-worthy. Like a young suitor had just realised that the untidy, unbeautiful, old rag wearing, formerly flat chested slave girl was actually the woman of his dreams.
I wonder, how much I looked at that sign today...for how long...how Over-Looked it became again...
And I wondered, realised and came to the conclusion, of how absent minded I really am.
And I still am over-awed and enamoured by the simple sign that reads, “MARUTI SUZUKI”.

A pinch of Hope, a dash of Faith...

A friend of mine told me recently that he is an atheist. And I thought, “Good for you. It’s a matter of personal choice and motivation and I am happy that you have found what you believe in or not believe in”. He doesn’t believe in love either. Goes to the extent to say it doesn’t exist. Doesn’t exist?? I really do wonder does he mean love doesn’t exist in totality or if it doesn’t exist for him. If he means it doesn’t exist for him; most people would say- 'give it time'. It will come to you. But if he doesn’t believe in it in totality then the probability that love comes to him and he just passes it by because he is oblivious, are high. And then again, what do you mean by love not existing. Don’t your parents love you? They love you for the fact that you are you. They care for you as you do for them. They respect you and the person you are and they accept you. They love you unconditionally- without conditions, without ifs and buts, without seeing what they get in return. And that’s the definition of love isn’t it? Well, in a typical MBA-like/MBA-student/brainwashed MBAite lingo, love is nothing but a cluster of emotions, which manifests itself when met with appropriate stimuli. So, love does exist. Love is same across all boards. They way you express it differs. Ex:- Your parents and a lover. Different category and different expressions of your love. And so, just shunning this feeling and/or this cluster of feelings as non-existential seems child-like.
The funny part is that I expected and assumed this person to be mature while he seems like the opposite of it. He is almost child-like in his shunning of “love”. Reminds me of toddlers, "out of sight out of mind". Things don’t exist till they are in the immediate vicinity. Lack of concentration, preoccupation with the present and now, call it whatever you wish. Seems like my friend is the same. Love probably isn’t in the immediate surroundings, i.e., doesn’t exist.

Okay, so controversial topic number 2: God.
I can understand what my friend is talking of here. Love I always believed in. God was something different. I was an agnostic till a few months back. Actually as hysterically funny as it sounds, I found my God when I started my MBA. I don’t know the reason. Maybe I was out of doors to knock on when I entered MBA. And hence the obvious door and also the obvious answer. Or maybe I went through things – mainly pertaining to the issue discussed before this – and was forced to rethink my stand. Whatever it may be, I found my God and subsequently I found my faith.
Love and God mean the same to me. They signify faith. They signify hope. Believing in God, for me, is necessary because you need faith, you need belief in something other than you. Perhaps even your family would suffice. If you have enough faith in them, well…nothing like it then. But then again, they too are mere mortals, prone to wrongs and mistakes like the rest of us. However that’s not the point. The point is that you need hope. That’s how we survive. That’s how I survive. In the hope that tomorrow is a better day, that tomorrow brings me a day closer to my MBA degree, to my dreams. That tomorrow brings with it a better string of words, inspirations to work on and muses to gush about. That tomorrow’s advent will mean the end of today. And so I survive...in this almost insulated world of hope and faith and romanticism.

Synchro-Destiny

The pic is what I found when I googled my name...

There are no co-incidences in life, and so I wonder...

I don't exactly spend my days now wondering how, if at all, m I connected to this.

Synchro-destiny?? Perhaps!!

A Few Good Poems

This poem is un-named for reasons which will be obvious to some... wrote it almost two years ago. My internship begins today and i feel somewhat empty because i m going in with a clean slate- which is both good and bad. But knowing that you are only what you do/perform/ in terms of results, is somehow a little hard to swallow. Communist tendencies have always harbored in me... :D

Empty shell
Empty well
Empty is the word I know,
Empty is everywhere I go.
Emptiness,
Empty flesh,
My empty cup,
Empty love
Empty I pray
In the empty day,
And empty night
An emptier life.


1st April, 2006
1.05pm.

May it be...

this one is not mine but reflects what i feel at the moment...each line raises a question that had lived within me; but never had it shown itself...don't know who wrote it but its the OST of LOTR...

May it be an evening star

Shines down upon you

May it be when darkness falls

Your heart will be true

You walk a lonely road

Oh! How far you are from home

...

A promise lives within you now...

Confessions of a Relationship schizophrenic

This blog is in relation to an older blog "iJargon". I now attempt to write a sort of a rehab introduction / testimonials... Have a fun read!!

Confessions of a Relationship schizophrenic:
Hi, I am Meghna Singh and I am losing my mind. I have RS. It makes you believe that you have relationships with certain people when they don’t really exist. For eg, to consider yourself a friend of someone whilst they don’t hold similar opinions. I don’t know what causes it or how its cured but I do know the destructive power of this disease. You are, at most times, left wondering what exactly went wrong… How could have this happened?... whether you were wrong? And here you’ll see the malice of this condition. It makes you go into these dialogues which are unnecessary, irrelevant and amusing at best. But at the end of the day, because of your inability, your sheer incapacity, to understand and appreciate what you have or what you could have had, you are single-mindedly focused on what was never there. And for how long can you stagnate on the same place, thing, memory…? Although I am not opposed to stagnation per se. It can help you at times. It can force people to do things that they would never do, things that wouldn’t happen otherwise. It can jolt you. I do however have the morbid fear of change. But that’s a topic for another day.

RS, is a powerful condition. It gives and takes so much, it gives you memories. But, the poor you, don’t realise that these memories are at best imaginations of your incapacitated mind.

Memories, on their own, are painful. To think memories that exists only in your head. Which have no relevance in the ‘real’ world… imagine the pain they bring? Thats the sheer magnitude of this ulceric of a condition.And so I exist…I exist in pain… I exist in memories. In my Jack/Derek/Ryan’s love.

(in relation to feb 5th blog)