What happens when you keep your pc switched on for too long? It approaches the “brain fuss” stage at some point. That sort of happened to me, for a few days now – to be honest!

I’ve had fumble-ups with words before, but this one made an impact! RTA would be so proud of me I said “radio & transport authority” without a blink. It didn’t even occur to me that I said something wrong. Classical word fumble-up was by Cyrus Broacha on post-cricket match talk show, yesterday. You should’ve seen the expression on Shonali Nagrani when Cyrus said, “India beat Pakistan…” when the match that had ended was clearly NOT between India and Pakistan,…:)

The only other thing I realized was – the Media is hyper-sensitive to word fumble-ups.

I’ll update this blog post when I get more examples…till then, be safe & continue reading…

Cheers,
Kaavs

Where is the TIME?
Where is the LOVE?

Everyone says it is a fast paced life. Why is that so? Time does not quite stand on our side when we say that. There are times when you wait for hours to get something done. Nothing is instant as it is promised to be.

The above sentences are quite controversial. But each sentence is a direct portrayal of a different emotion. When I decided to write a blog, I thought, “seems to be a nice idea. I write a lot anyway.” Little did I know that simple nice idea is more of a self-commitment that sat at the last bench of my priorities.

Lots of sweet people have taken the time to read my posts and I did not have the “time” to approve those comments, till today. Yes, at this point I have my head hung down with regret.

Last week I was at a cafe. This was no ordinary cafe. It was Cafe Ceramique. I had lots of fun there as I got to paint. I killed three hours of “time” and did not mind it. Why? because of the involvement of the other four letter word “love”. The “love” of arts blinds my realization of “time”.

Where is the “love”? Sweet talk persuades a person into almost anything. That is the feeling of being drunk in the feeling. But a more less sentimental person who is on the serious side to life, knows his clock is ticking.

Where is the ***e? I think what is best in that phrase is neither “time” nor “love”. It is “life”. The life of the party (I’d prefer the context) or where exactly is your life heading?

There’s only one person who was there from the start of your life, who is still there with you and who will be there in your last breath of the same. Wondering who?

Not your parents, not your friends nor enemies. It is but yourself.

LOVE your self. Take TIME out for yourself. You have a whole LIFE ahead with yourself.

Doesn’t make much sense? Don’t be too bothered. I’m off to get a steaming cup of coffee. Care to join?

Cheers,
Kaavs

Oh, it’s friendship’s day, just past father’s day and before that was mother’s day. Aren’t you forgetting women’s day? Yes, one special day after the other. Hello, is it only me, or isn’t there anyone else feeling the same? We’re overdoing it! As much as birthdays and anniversaries are special, every other ‘day’ is over rated. I think you should remember your friends and family everyday! You shouldn’t wait for that 24 hours in a whole year and say, “look, remember me, I care for you!” I do like presents and gifts, honestly. I liked to be remembered on special occasions too! Who doesn’t like messages from people wishing you because they remember you on those ‘days’. Although I’m hard to hit at the fact that it beats the object of celebrating those ‘days’, to be missed is another emotion all together. To all the readers, this is a small note – celebrate those ‘days’ (everything other than birthdays and anniversaries), but do remember everyone else every other day too! Try telling people this – “Come today, gone tomorrow. It’s so unpredictable. But just remember, I think of you everyday!” and see them float like a butterfly.

Frienship~

PS – Belated Friendships day (Ironical isn’t it?)

Cheers, Kaavs

Home chores are such a bore when you’re not listening to music or unless you’re like me humming to a tune to kill the boredom. If it isn’t already bad enough that singing in the shower does enough damage to the listener’s eardrum, my singing talents creep in when you least expect it. The other day while preparing coffee at work, I was humming “Blossom, commander and the leader. Bubbles, she’s the joy and the laughter, Buttercup, she’s the toughest fighter, Power puffs save the day!” only to look up at my colleagues giving me a “Are you OK?” look. I could not believe how this song seemed to have been registered in my mind in the first place. It’s been years since I watched Power Puff girls. Cartoon network was once upon a time, an addiction in a way. The older you get, cartoons are the one things that keep your “childhood” innocence active and alive. Anyway, if you’re as silly as me, you can always get a hold of that song from televisiontunes.com for starters. Besides the power puff girl song, the whole impact about theme songs, be it cartoons or soap operas are neat tools to get you remembering what was behind it. Well, look at how the bigger organizations have used it to their advantage. Like this advertisement from Intel, it made an impact and at the end the way the guys hum the “Intel” tune just rubs the message in. Irritating sounds that is so annoying to hear in the advertisements of certain products make you remember the name of the product. But I guess, that’s where the catch is, it irritates you, but sticks right in the mind, doesn’t it?

Perhaps the next time you turn on your television, you should know, they small innocent sound bytes are actually getting your memory’s attention even without your knowledge.

Cheers,
~Stay True, Stay Metal~ Kaavs

The day seemed to start just fine. But No, I had to go and do something to change it. I stepped on my poor little weighing scale. I’m sure if it had a voice, it would say,”get off me! Don’t you have mercy?” But ha ha, it didn’t. The needle slides down and shows me a kilogram less. By now, my eyes are open wide and I wonder if something is wrong with the scale. So I step down and look if the needle is at zero position to begin with. And yes, it was! I step up and down the scale thinking something is wrong with it and only to slowly realise yes, I did lose a kilogram in the last few days with absolutely null effort. I reflected back on all that I ate. Hmm….I remember the pizza, the mayonnaise, chocolate cake and salted chips. Yes, one healthy food habit that is – and all I can do is smile. Yes, unbelievably true, I lost a kilogram with no effort.  This video is all that came to my mind every time I think about it. This started kicking in questions on how this happened, so I ended up reading on calories, calorie counters, food journals, etc etc and all I can say is feels pretty much the same when I ate a serving of chocolate fudge and a packet of chips while reading up all that information! Without a glitch of guilt, I can blindly say, we’re all here for a little while, enjoy everything for we might be gone tomorrow. With all said and done, I’m sure I won’t be back to haunt the weighing scale. And I’m sure not going to step on it for a couple of days more, till I’m thoroughly convinced miracles do happen. * Giggles * Less said the better perhaps, why jinx what is happening, right? A typical foodaholic and sedentary queen who doesn’t care less about the whole weight-hype. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention, I do discuss quite about it at Obesity which is in UAE? Ohh, the vicious circle continues, no beginning, no middle and most definitely – no end.

Cheers, Stay True, Stay Metal ~ Kaavs

It’s a typical morning, you yawn and stretch out of the bed, breaking your slumber. You brush your teeth and your eyes just refuse to open and focus. You splash your face with cold water and suddenly, your right eye starts irritating you. Something inside makes you squirm and you itch your eye to only make it worse. You wash your eye with cold water with the hope that the little bugger is out of your visionary domain. You stare into the mirror with your hands propelled pulling up the eyelid to expose the entire eyeball – all in search of the irritant. “There’s nothing there”. You relax and close your eyes and roll it 360 degrees. And there, it starts bugging you again. Your eyes water as it seems to be but natural for the eyes to do in order to get rid of the intruder. Without wasting time, you forgo the irritation, get ready and you’ve started the day with a red watery eye. When someone asks you,”were you punched in the eye?”, you could be so close to punching them because you’re exhausted with all the strain from the curse. As suggested by many you opt for actually allowing someone to blow into your eye with the hopes that whatsoever is in there, decides to get rinsed/blown out. With no luck you sit down and close your eyes with your palm holding a tissue to absorb the “tears”, and you actually stop irritating your eye. You stop itching it and of course you stop rolling your eyeball inside the closed eyelids. As though a certain snooze button was knocked at. You still feel the burning sensation and sit calmly thinking about absolutely nothing.

Minutes later, you take off the tissue, open your eye, focus and realize all’s ok. No irritation! Wonderful. You look at the tissue paper and find a tiny eyelash there.

The point here is the metaphor. If you’ve tried tackling it for the fear it may turn into something worse and there’s no change – Stop worrying about it and everything will be ok before you know it.

Life’s little things matter.

Cheers,

~Stay True, Stay Metal~ Kaavs

This was due for a long time. I did not think I’d be ‘blogging’ for the very fact that it requires constant update. As the tag line says it, yes – there’s always something to talk about…

Prodigy – child prodigies. The other day, I came across is really heart-felt written article about child prodigies. But of course, it shows off the difference between what kids of that age would normally do as against the mentioned super-genius kids. Some of them, as stated, said that they carried a smirk expression of pride in them. Vanity is but an honest companion of fame, isn’t it?

I still remember wanting to be a child prodigy! With time and years added on, growing up like everyone else hasn’t been so bad either. Late bloomers – the other side of the story. So many people listed on that category too. Those who hit fame pretty late in their lives. But when they hit it off, they hit it big time! Something to look forward to, I feel now.

All of which, be it a child prodigy or a late bloomer, boils down to just one question really – what is success to you? Success is a relative term, it will be as much as different to me as much as it is to you. While we spend every day in the same routine with perhaps a small element of difference from the previous day, most of us might not even care for the word “personal” success because they either have it or have just succumbed to the fact that it is the way life’s going to be.

Talking endlessly is really easy. Getting motivated seems to be easy too. But taking a step forward to make a change is the first challenge and you wish you never did. The tough part doesn’t end there, the continuous steps after the first step is what really counts. I think being a tiny toddler had everyone the easier side of things. No questions, no wondering why – you’d eat, cry, sleep, cry, poop, cry – the cycle just repeats. Until one day, you decide that your knees are getting tired being dragged on the floor and go aerial on two instead of four! Big achievement there. If wobbling wasn’t hard enough and not to mention all the cheering and the awe everyone is at, after all this is the first time you’re going to be like the rest of ‘em. And the first couple of steps means a lot more to your parents than the first steps man took on the moon. Moments cherished. Moments accomplished. Fast forward, who said you were not a prodigy? Tell them to go ask your folks.

Here’s a toast to everyone out there, without you – the world would seem so incomplete. Damn, You’re special!

Cheers, Stay True, Stay Metal ~ Kaavs