Tuesday 12 August 2014

The object of my affection

Driving Sid to school in the morning is quite an experience. He is 17, a horny teenager - like any other - whose only focus is football, cars & girls. I love these minutes spent in the car together, where I awkwardly try to inculcate him some values and he hardly listens to me. Actually, I never know whether he is interested in what I am saying but the affectionate way he calls me bomm lets me guess that he does. In a teenager's vocabulary bomm can be translated into a 100 different ways. It all comes down to the intonation used in the voice. It could mean:
  • loser
  • yeah, yeah
  • okay
  • I hear you
  • thanks for the advice
  • thanks for driving me
  • you're cool
  • I won't do it again
  • fuck off
  • I need to ask you something
Sid's brutal, honest, blunt, truthful replies often surprise me.His adamant ways mixed with his perseverance and enthusiastic straightforwardness makes him a little male. I am secretly envious of his over-confidence and at the same time worried by his proneness to be stubborn. I just like to think that all teenagers are stubborn but with time become more reasonable and eventually learn from their mistakes.Given love and support (and with that innate sense of determination of his), I remain confident that he will reach the stratosphere in whatever he plans to do.
Sid, man, you're growing up too fast & aagghhh! how I wish I could enjoy the kid in you for a little while longer... Come what may, I love you just the way you are. You will forever remain my favorite bomm.



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Wednesday 6 August 2014

The born strategist

My friend Ziyad is here on holidays.
He is quite a character. Cool as fresh coconut milk, delicate as silk, complex as a true piscean, he is calculating yet innocent-looking. Ziyad is a maze, an intricate maze, never outdone when it comes to casting mystic spells and with his alluring ways I quite understand that he keeps charming everyone around.
I just came to realise how much I miss him.We used to laugh together. I miss laughing with him.He appears to be overdramatic at times but all in all, I sincerely think he is looking for security.His loyalties are few and linked only to himself but he should learn that life is not only a one-way street and that giving is as important as receiving.
I have to admit that I admire his ingenuity though. I tend to think that we recognize each other with that mischievous spark in our eyes.
Way to go, man! Sa zom!

Sunday 3 August 2014

Kindness sustainability

Je vais devoir revoir ma copie, et vite.
Ce soir je ne voulais pas manger seul, j'ai donc acheté un repas pour une sans-abri.
Ce n'est pas la première fois que ça m'arrive sauf que cette fois je me suis fait la réflexion suivante:
Tous ces gens de la rue, ils ont bien du avoir une enfance et forcément ce n'est pas ce à quoi ils aspiraient lorsqu'ils étaient petits.Ils ne s'imaginaient pas devenir mendiants, drogués, rejetés, prostituées...
Je les croise de temps à autre le soir et je leur donne un peu de nourriture, ensuite je les oublie, je passe à autre chose.Je rentre chez moi bien au chaud, je m'occupe puis je vais au lit.

Une question d'ordre moral se pose:

- How does one sustain kindness?
If empathy is a precondition to kindness and behaving in a humane manner is simply what it takes to make the world, or at least my world, a better place, how come I keep failing so miserably? Why am I kind only when I remember I have to be and why does it not come naturally all the time? How can I aspire to become better if I do not even possess enough moral courage to ponder about compassion? Oh la la! Truly, I have to review my parameters and indulge more into a concept of kindness sustainability.

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