The Universe is a big place.
I often find myself staring at the night sky, when I was a kid I'd lie out in the back garden and try and spot constellations.
I've blogged about my love for stars before, it probably why am such a geek for anything remotely Sci-Fi.
I like believing that every time I'm staring up at the sky dreaming of other worlds, something somewhere out in the vastness of space, is looking back and thinking the something.
I really think if people truly understood how magnificent space was, we'd be able to look past the petty things that make us different and realise just how connected all of us on this little planet are.
There we, innocently taking pictures and enjoying the bright August day when we go through a gate and there he is - a 7 foot tall angry emu.
His feathers all ruffled and up in the air, a deep groaning noise coming from within and his dinosaur feet rapidly closing in on us. Now I'm sure E saw an emu, what I saw was the claws on the birds feet capable of disemboweling a human!
I don't know who was the first to break but we did the only sensible thing, we ran back through the gate and waited for more tasty victim to lure him away.
Of course we tried to take a few photos through the gate but it seemed to enrage him even more, we backed away slowly and made our way down to the perfectly cordial saltwater crocodile.
Anyway I've already started working on-line which has its ups and downs, great to be at home but sometimes you end up working over the hours your meant to do cos no one is around to tell you to stop. Still beats the office though!
For those of you who have left your native lands and moved abroad I ask this, is it me or is the supermarket the weirdest thing in another country. Lucky for me everything is in English here so no language problem but everything is in the wrong place and called the wrong thing. Thing you take for granted like cereal don't exist here and if they do they taste different. Other things you know you can't live without are no where to be seen and all these strange new things are there instead. It is freaking me out big time I mean life without rain I can handle but no Weetabix (and no matter what they say Weet bix is not the same) and no Always Ultra how is this possible!
Having said that 22 degrees C in winter - now that's something i can get behind :-)
So far my Ozzie adventures involved loads of sleeping to recover from Jet lag and trips to some brilliants markets (you can get practically anything from a market here) and being kept awake by the screaming possum. Oh and the lizard that crawled up my leg who was friendly but I mistook for a red back spider and accidentally crushed - yup I know I'm going to hell.
Oh well I'm raving I'll be back spoon with something coherent
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go
I've been to Paris several times of the past 10 years or more and each time I discover something new. E had only ever been for a day trip once, so I was looking forward to showing him the highlights of the city. The fantastic Architecture that screams history, the coffee shops every three feet full of people just taking life easy and the yummy food (providing you have money).
Our Hotel was right on top of Concorde so we couldn't be more central if we tried, which meant we did a hell of a lot of walking and now I'm a tad footsore but it was well worth it. If you only get one day in Paris, take a tour around the city and see the usual sites, The Effiel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, Notre-Dame, Sacré Coeur etc but whatever you do make sure you go to Musee d'Orsay despite what the books tell you, this is the best museum in Paris. Enough of me ranting I can never be bothered to retell the holiday word for word, here are some of the pics E took...
There are certain colleagues I'm really going to miss and wish I could pack into my suitcase with me, in fact I still miss my colleagues from the Bookshop (even though it was years ago!) but they were more friends then work people anyway. I only had that sort of relationship with 2 people in this job. I might be thrilled to leave but I think, a tiny bit of me is sad. I'm sure that will melt away really quickly though once I'm away from my desk and the morning lull dies away.
It is funny though, once you get what you want it hard to be entirely happy cos of all the things you forgot you liked...
Every bit of my body hurts, in fact I think my mind is in pain too which means I'm far too dead to write a proper post. Actually I'm too tired for work as well but they pay me to turn up.
I've been thinking about this phrase and the idea of truth in general. We are taught from a young age to tell the truth and that doing so is a good and Nobel thing.
Then we grow up and realise that telling the truth all the time, is not the best course of action. For instance, telling your mum she looks awful in that dress, may be fine when you are 6 years old (if a bit cheeky), but at 25 it would just be mean.
This, I guess, is tact. Knowing when to tell the truth or not. Omitting particular details and waiting for the right moment before speaking.It is not something you can teach or learn you either have tact or you don't.
I really believe little white lies never hurt anyone. I mean what is so good about being truthful if someone gets hurt by it?
Equally I would argue that one must tell the truth when it comes to the big things in life, i.e don't lie about who you are as this is one thing you'll never be able to hide forever (Of course don't lie to cover up crimes - I'm not justifying that).
Even then there is always more then one side to every story and each is true from different prospectives.
After all if everything was as simple as right and wrong, truth and lies wouldn't the world be a much easier place to live in. Really isn't it all just shades of grey...
As long as I can remember I've been fascinated by the stars, I learned all the constellations when I was a kid and often spend summer evenings in the garden straining my eyes to see them. The first time I really saw the heavens in all its glory was on a trip to Bangladesh at the age of 11. We were out in my dad's village, using only moonlight to illuminate the place (as they didn't have electricity yet) and the first night when the sun set I couldn't believe the sheer beauty of the night. More stars then I could imagine, so bright and wondrous that I've never forgotten the sight. I think I stared almost all night until sleep finally got me - my cousins didn't understand the fascination and began to believe that we didn't have stars in the UK!
When we came back my dad bought me a telescope, it wasn't good for much except looking at the moon but I loved it nonetheless and its still hiding in my room. The Planetarium to me is like walking in the stars - almost able to touch them.
TAGGED - I've been Tagged by Toraa to join the Aleixia train of love
“~Start Copying Here~” and copy all the things listed without removing the links (Of course, the train would be no use without those links).
Move all the sites labeled “Enjoyable finds” to the list labeled “Oldies”.
Add 5 sites that you want to include in the train under Enjoyable Finds and make their “Visit My Site” link like this: http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect? along with this add the url of the blog you are choosing.
Example: http://redirect.alexa.com/redirect?lifecruiser.com (This is my blog that I’m using as the example)
Then invite them to join the train.
Visit all the listed sites using the “Visit My Site” link. (I hope the blogs I have chosen will participate. I would appreciate it bunches if you do and please let me know if you have :-).
Make sure to go to Alexa and see your blog rankings :-).
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Sounds easy, but it is not going to be. I should have adopted a minimalistic life style and then packing would be easier but it is too late now.
I'm really looking forward to the move, in some ways I wish I could go today and all my stuff would magically follow me there. Just the idea of it, the great weather, the lifestyle etc. On others days I'm wondering what I'll do with no friends out there or family. I mean we have E's family but it'll be strange being so far away from my parents and the whole Bengali culture. It isn't like when your a kid and you go to school and make new friends, things are different when your an adult - I mean how do you talk to a stranger without seeming like a lunatic?
I'm used to having second of my day booked with things to do and billion people around all the time. Will I go insane with the quiet or will I love it...I don't know. Then there is work, I've spent the past few year working my way up in publishing but now it might not count for anything. I mean I'm bored of my job but I know its going somewhere.
I look at a few of my friends Nick, Michelle and T who have moved away from home and they seem really happy, lets hope it works out for the best...
Oh by the way your not off the hook, I'll still keep blogging from downunder.
I had an idea for a story recently that got me thinking about death and the afterlife etc it didn't help that I'd just watch the Fountain, then I was listening to the Ataris new album and my brain went into thinky overdrive...
Fear of death is apparently the motivation for about a million things we do. According to some psychology paper I read ages ago being afraid of the dark as a child is a subconscious fear of death, this manifests whether the child is aware of death or not. Some people retain this fear all of their life while most are more able to cope as they mature.
There is a school of thought that states that all living things are born with the knowledge of their own mortality and its why the survival instinct and reproduction instincts are so strong.
Think about it, practically every basic thing we do is for survival, to eat, nest and reproduce. It seems very few animals in nature are the only other animals besides humans that do things purely for fun (primates, dolphins, cats and dogs are the only ones I can think of) . Everything else on the planet spends its time in this cycle of survival.
You might be wondering why I've put a photo of the Taj Mahal on this post, I saw it for the first time when I was 11 and have never forgotten it. What still strikes me is that something so beautiful is to nothing more then a tomb, but to others it is a testament to love that lasted beyond death.
So where am I going with all this? Well if we get to be one of the few creatures that can have fun and perceive life with all its wonders and disappointments then let us make the most of the time we have and live beyond surviving. We humans get so caught up in what stresses us out and our own issues that sometimes we forget to look at the bigger picture. Sometimes surviving isn't enough
'Rains drops on roses and whiskers on kittens'
It is small things that make me happy like seeing the first daffodils that tell you spring is here and the autumn leaves turning fire red or golden.
Today I moved into my new office, just me and M (my boss) and the best thing about it - a door! Finally I can talk to someone without feeling like 30 people are listening in. I know it silly but it still made me smile this morning.
I've notice that a few people do gratitude lists or things they learned (like Odat and Michael C) thanks for the inspirations guys. The great thing about them is they can really change your mood. Especially if you having a rubbish time, if you step back and try not a dwell on the negative (which I do all the time) then life can seem a tad less horrid and bit more hopeful.
So to anyone who is reading tell me what makes you happy...
(p.s I'll put some more Oz pics up in a few days and thanks for all your nice comments)
I'm back from my lovely two weeks in Australia (Brisbane and the Whitsunday Islands to be precise). I've spent the last two weeks doing all sorts including seeing the Glass House Mountains, hikking through dense rainforests (the very ones the movie FernGully was based on) and snorkelling at the Great Barrier reef.
I could write a million words to describe all I've been up to but I think in this case pictures are worth a 1000 words...
(and yes that's me feeding the Kangaroo at Australia Zoo, of Steve Irwin fame)
Patience is a virtue - loved by all, known by few.
I can be patient, really I can I just can not stand anticipation. I get edgy and have butterflies in my stomach, i start to think off all the things that can go wrong, it a downward spiral.
You see I'm going over to Australia in a few long drawn out days, to visit my mother in law. I'm counting down the seconds till we leave and I'm not thinking about the sheer volume of work I'll have when I come back. The problem is I hate waiting, I want to go now!
I've become more and more like this over the past few years, E has banned me from watching TV shows until we have the whole season because I get obsessive and need to know what is going to happen. I blame JJ Abrams for this - had it not been for Alias I might never have bothered with television again. Strangely enough I can survive the post office but with the cinema I have to see previews or go on the first day of release, with books i get them on preorder (Thank you Amazon!). Actually I think the Internet is to blame - having almost anything a few clicks away just fuels an addictive personality like mine.
So I ask how do I get rid of the anticipation?
(and why does the clock always stop 2 seconds from the end?)
Anyway Thanks for reading my post thus far and see you all when I return.
Think about it, if a girl is chasing a guy with complete zeal and he is not interested the main assumption people make is that she is a - desperate b- shamless. Whereas when a guy chases a women relentlessly he is a - a stalker b - adorablely sincere. Why the distinction, or is it just me who sees it this way?
Don't get me wrong I'm not about to go down the men vs women route in the quest for love cos we know that nobody really gets an easier a time.
The Beatles said "all we need is love" most of us spend much or our free time when we are single in the pursuit of it, in a relationship - maintianing it and as parents you spend all your timing giving it. So as much as I hate to doubt the Beatles - yes we all need love but is it enough?
What is love with out understanding and respect? And what do you do if the one you love doesn't return those affections...
So my question is is all really that fair in Love and War?
Sites like MySpace and Facebook are great for finding people you used to know but when you find them how much have you actually got to say anymore?
Sometimes its like no time has passed but other times after you've said "hi" its followed by awkwardness...
Its worse with family, I have such a huge extended family that I grew up with (I'm talking in the hundreds) that you just accept that you'll see these people at events like wedding, dinners etc but since I grew up and moved out I have less reason to go to these things and thus end up seeing people I love (and many that I loathed) once a year, relying on my parents for updates. Taking for granted that the people I'm close are family and will forgive me for not being there thus I'll never really lose touch with them.
Anyway I think this week should be getting in touch week I mean what have I got to lose...