It seems almost wrong not to acknowledge the passing of a legend. I've always been a fan but not a die-hard one. This is my short tribute.
Moonwalking, high up in the sky. Moonwalking, to the envy of all the Gods. Singing and dancing as he pleases. No autographs, no pictures, no debtors just His music, dance and privacy. He may no longer be in this world but he's probably giving the performance of 'his life' up there.
RIP MJ.
June 28, 2009
June 12, 2009
June 10, 2009
Multi-lingual message
'Please close the door, daivacheydi gateue vayyandi' goes a voice everytime I get into the elevator in my building. Stating the obvious, at least to me. But what is interesting is how many times I hear this message through the day because someone has not shut the door properly.
Really, how many more languages must this message be played in? I guess we must do Hindi being the National Language and all. But in the India that we live in now, every city is a potpourri of languages with everyone speaking all and nothing at the same time. So the next best thing is pictures, because a picture says a thousand words, right? Step by step illustrations of what must be done to close the door properly.
And if even that doesn't work, hire a lift operator to open and close the door. All day long. There are enough people that would want to do that.
Going up in life might never be as easy.
Really, how many more languages must this message be played in? I guess we must do Hindi being the National Language and all. But in the India that we live in now, every city is a potpourri of languages with everyone speaking all and nothing at the same time. So the next best thing is pictures, because a picture says a thousand words, right? Step by step illustrations of what must be done to close the door properly.
And if even that doesn't work, hire a lift operator to open and close the door. All day long. There are enough people that would want to do that.
Going up in life might never be as easy.
You can call me xxxx
When help around the house changes, the way I'm addressed also changes. Amma, madam, akka, mam. And now...UNDI! Pronounced exactly how its spelt! I have heard it used many a time before but just not at me. Undi is sort of like giving respect while addressing the person except that all it does is crack me up! Here's an example, one a true incident and the other, just silliness.
Babu nidram poyinda? (Has the baby slept?)
Ownu undi. (Yes, undi!)
Babu undies ekadaa? (Where are the baby's undies?)
Undies aa undi? (Baby's undies, undi?)
Just typing that up made me smile :).
Babu nidram poyinda? (Has the baby slept?)
Ownu undi. (Yes, undi!)
Babu undies ekadaa? (Where are the baby's undies?)
Undies aa undi? (Baby's undies, undi?)
Just typing that up made me smile :).
June 7, 2009
Magician, artist, dare I say God? - Part 3
Part 1
Part 2
Some stories will never end. There will always be a new chapter every so often. This one, its almost the perfect story. A dream run that ended in triumph. A well-deserved victory too. So said the conquered. All of them.
True champions fight all odds and come out on top especially when they are most doubted. Setting new standards, raising the bar to even greater heights is what is left now. I hope it happens in the next few weeks. The place where it all began.
Good luck.
Part 2
Some stories will never end. There will always be a new chapter every so often. This one, its almost the perfect story. A dream run that ended in triumph. A well-deserved victory too. So said the conquered. All of them.
True champions fight all odds and come out on top especially when they are most doubted. Setting new standards, raising the bar to even greater heights is what is left now. I hope it happens in the next few weeks. The place where it all began.
Good luck.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)