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I was reading this article in New York Times which said:
In the fourth quarter of 2007, American cellphone subscribers for the first time sent text messages more than they phoned, according to Nielsen Mobile. Since then, the average subscriber’s volume of text messages has shot upward by 64 percent, while the average number of calls has dropped slightly.
Teenagers ages 13 to 17 are by far the most prolific texters, sending or receiving 1,742 messages a month, according to Nielsen Mobile. By contrast, 18-to-24-year-olds average 790 messages. A separate study of teenagers with cellphones by Harris Interactive found that 42 percent of them claim that they can write text messages while blindfolded.
Reading this piece of article, I could actually relate myself with it. Somewhere I personally feel that I have become obsessed with technology. My mom used to make me and my brother write greeting cards, and letters to our friends with colourful pens and pencils during our childhood. But today when I think of writing a letter to someone, I instantly think of emails. Till 5th Grade I used to have poor handwriting and got remarks such as ‘untidy’ and ‘improve your handwriting’. I think all these remarks were hitting somewhere deep inside me and I finally asked my mom to bring me ink pens and cursive writing books so that I could improve my handwriting. Well! I used to practise a page of handwriting diligently and developed beautiful handwriting, which got me compliments over the years. But I guess that phase was short lived in my life or I can say till the time I didn’t buy a laptop. My handwriting actually had a life from being bad to good to beautiful and back to bad now. The beautiful, smooth movement of the once mighty pen, have been overshadowed by the swiftness of the fingers in tapping keys, atleast in my case..
I can boast of a huge collection of stationery that I keep buying from every other place. In fact, my friends bet that I cannot step out of a stationery shop without spending a few bucks on pens, pencils, short notebooks, diaries, and what not. But now when I see, that collection is just adorning my cupboard and room. The screen has completely replaced my writing pad; when I want to use cursive writing, I have a number of fonts to select from; the colour palette in my wordpad has replaced my colourful pens and pencils, the delete button has replaced my love for beautifully shaped erasers and finally my signature is also digitalized now. The only relief that I see amidst all this is that I am still not addicted to reading books online; I was telling someone the other day that I like the feel of paper in my hands and the smell of new books enchants my senses.
Your handwriting shows the basic traits of your personality but during this era when we don’t use the stokes and the curves with our hands ,should graphologists pickup a career called typology? Although I agree that that technology has made our lives simpler in many cases but that feel of joy of writing on a wonderful piece of paper, folding it, putting it in an envelope, applying the stamp and posting it finally can never be replaced by the quick tic tac of the keys.
It is not long that I was introduced to Pink Floyd but since then there hasn’t been a day when I have not played Pink Floyd on my laptop. Listening to David Gilmour’s team is a part of my daily routine now, and it left a patch of sadness in me when I read that Pink Floyd’s keyboardist and co-founder Richard Wright, age 65 , died on 15th September, 2008 from cancer.
Wright, a London native, met bassist Roger Waters and drummer Nick Mason while at Regent Street School of Architecture, joining their band, which went under names such as the Meggadeaths and Sigma 6. The three musicians formed the Pink Floyd Show with Syd Barrett in 1965, evolving from a pop and R&B cover band into an improvisational, psychedelic outfit. Wright contributed to an easy Jazz piano style to the band, and much a part of the minimalistic style of the band’s arrangements as anyone.
Though not as prolific a songwriter as his bandmates Roger Waters and David Gilmour, he wrote significant parts of the music for classic albums such as Meddle, The Dark Side of the Moon and Wish You Were Here, as well as for Pink Floyd’s final studio album The Division Bell. My personal favourites as Wright’s greatest compositions are ‘Great Gig in the Sky’ and ‘Us and Them’. As a band, their 1973’s Dark Side of the Moon remains as their masterpiece, which stayed in the US top 200 for 15 years.
But the band’s relationships deteriorated after the 1979 album, The Wall, and Waters had threatened to withhold the album if Wright refused to quit. After a lengthy legal battle with Waters, Wright joined Gilmour and Mason. The group recorded two Pink Floyd albums and played on more than 100 shows on a Division Bell Tour in 1994, making it the most lucrative tour in the rock history at that time.
Wright also worked on Gilmour’s solo projects, most recently playing on the 2006 album “On an Island” and the world tour and there were continuous speculations about group reforming to tour again but now with Wright’s passing I guess that remains a dream.
As a musician Richard would be missed but his songs will always ‘Echo’ in our ears and would remind us of his great work and contribution to the Rock music.
This video is one of my personal favourites from the band, and one of the greatest contirbutions by Wright- The Great Gig in the Sky.
I’d like to thank B4by from The Upside Down of Me for passing the ‘Fun Blog Award’ to me. I am so gleeful.
Hugs and Wishes for Fracas and 70s, who have not been keeping well from past few days. I thought I’d present them a few gifts to make them feel better.
Fracas– As you all know, that she is a famous Food Porn Chef. No you don’t know? Check my Scratch Roll. So, here I present her a delicacy in her style with a hope that this makes her feel a little better.
70s– She lurves knitting patterns so, this one is for her. Get Well Soon!
When a child is born in an Indian family, one of the biggest events that takes place after few days of his/her birth is Name Ceremony. (Naam Karan in Hindi) In this ceremony, a bunch of nosey relatives are invited apart from a priest with a fat pot belly, who plays one of the biggest roles then. His most useless-unquestionable job is to perform some calculation in the birth chart of a baby and comes up with a first alphabet for the child’s name. Also, there is name that is allotted to the child according to his birth chart calculations, and parents are free to assign the same name to their child. My name according to my birth chart is ‘Suruchi’ meaning good taste; I have no clue what has taste got to do with my birth. Thankfully my parents applied some brains then and decided not to take this name. For that matter of fact, my dad decided no to go with the alphabet as well that was told by the priest, and he gave me the name he had thought for me long before I was born. I am glad he did. The name ‘Suruchi’ sounds so spooky to me; I would have really drowned my self in the lake had I been asked to live with it.
To take it further, names have literal meanings as well, and many a times they are the names of Gods and Goddesses. I am sure that you must be aware that there are 6,400,000 Goddesses and Gods in Indian Mythology so, the options are vast. Whether the child is living up to his name or not, is the matter of least concern. ‘Sagar’ is one of the very common names among Indian boys. Sagar means sea or ocean. I have no idea what depth or sea or ocean people see in their one feet long boy that they name him Sagar. Or has it something to do with the colour Blue? Talking of Blue colour, we have name for that as well ‘Neel’, it means blue. You are free to draw your own conclusions.
In the book Shantaram, the guide adorns Gregory David Roberts(GDR) with a name Lin Baba. Lin literally means penis and baba is used as a token of respect against someone’s name. So when GDR introduces himself to someone saying ‘Hi! I am Lin Baba’, he literally is saying ‘Hi! I am Mr. Penis’. But it is actually a name of one of the Indian Gods, Lord Shiva.
One of the most brutally painful names from either South Indians or East Indians. South Indians take the longest names from the Gods and Goddesses and then complain endlessly that no one remembers their names. They follow a format – ‘Family name- Given name-Caste’. For example Kannoth Karunakaran Maarar, interpreted as Karunakaran of the Maarar caste from the Kannoth family or Monkombu Sambasivan Swaminathan. Swaminathan is the name of the person, Sambasivan is the name of the father and Monkombu is name of the village from where they have originated. You are left with no option other than either listening to their high pitched complains about pronouncing their names wrong or if you are polite enough you can address them with their initials.
This funny nomenclature is not confined only to India, it has strong association with celebrities as well. An article here states that a New Zealand judge ruled that a girl named “Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii” by her parents will be renamed, declaring that the bizarre name would “[Make] a fool of the child and [set] her up with a social disability and handicap, unnecessarily.” Then how about Sylvester Stallone keeping his son’s name as Sage Moonblood or Arthur naming his daughter Camera? For Celebrities and Indians, all bets are off.
Last night I received a mail from a friend with words ‘The story of 20 Toes Told in 20 Minutes’ in a subject. But there’s a lot in a name.
Every now and then I keep getting throes that I don’t know so many things, and there are so many people doing better than me blah blah!. When I see new books, I feel that I am yet to read so much, when I listen to a new piece of music, I feel I haven’t listened to so much of good music yet. This feeling keeps coming back to me on n off with almost everything ranging from paintings, words, books, grammar, music, comics, travel, cooking, photography, movies, and just everything. Then I start comparing myself with other people ,who in my opinion are better than me, irrespective of their age or experience. I also keep getting this feeling that life is too short, and there are so many things to do. Would I ever be able to have a phase in life where I would be able to say ‘that’s it’, Now I know enough, and I can die now’? But then again I think by the time I get old, new authors, new music, new words etc. would evolve, and then I would have lesser time as it is I think I have a tiny life. Errr… I am all baffled.
Professionally I am able to make peace with myself because at 23+ I am able to do better for myself than many other people of my age. Ohkay! I’d agree that when I see people cracking questions at the click of finger on my website, I feel a little jealous but at the end of the day these people are coming on my website to carve way for themselves. Again, I relieve myself by thinking that had they been better than me, they would have not come here. Yeah I know it’s a fallacious statement but I’d live with it. Yesterday again all these stupid ideas started hovering in my mind, and thwarted me to the core. Scratcher is the only one who comes to my rescue in times like these. I know poor him! He told me that I’d be able to learn, and that I should keep moving, it’s a slow process but I should keep learning small things on daily basis, it will help me grow etc. etc. All his words made perfect sense at that point in time but somewhere I needed to find my own words… I have a habit of sorting out the daily ramblings in my mind before I retire for sleep at night. Last night I was thinking that every person at some point of time finds his own world, his own dreams, and his own place under the sun. Once he discovers that, he doesn’t feel the need to be like someone else. He can just be himself . There are many things that one person can do and other cannot but you have to find out what you are good at. You always have an option to learn things that you may think you are not good at. It really takes a courage to become you really are. You do not have to do a fake display of the qualities that you don’t have or else you will end up losing yourself somewhere in the herd. Every person is original and unique so why even try to copy someone. One should not fear of being judged by someone else. You may be imperfect, insecure, or growing individual but that is how you are, and people will accept you the way you are.
I think these thoughts vented out a lot of emotions out of me and somewhere we all need to make peace with ourselves. When the whole world screams the words BE YOURSELF, they seem alien to you but one day out of the blue these words start making sense to you. And as Desiderius Erasmus says ‘It is the chiefest point of happiness that a man is willing to be what he is.’