mindset

Two friends
One "Hurry up".
Another "Yes, Yes, Hari up".
"Look around, everyone else's also in hurry"
"Yes, everyone in hari"
"Hurry"
"Hari"
"Now, now, we are almost there"
"Yes, now, we are in hari"
"hurry, hari", both friends are in smiles, both have arrived

out of africa

To find freedom and companionship amidst nature is a wonderful experience. Such time seems nothing less than eternity. Yet with ways of nature, such times don't last long.

" If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me? "

- Karen Blixen (Out of Africa, portrayed by Meryl Streep)

Worth watch.

playthings

Playthings

Child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning.
I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!"
Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain.
In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.

- Rabindranath Tagore

I once stood near a stream, watching the ducks and the stream. A little girl came and played with stones.
She would pick a stone, wash it in the stream and take it back to where it had been.
Ducks watched and I watched and her mother watched, unaware, she would pick a stone, wash it in the stream and take it back to where it had been.
I sometimes make the mistake of collecting the stones, when I should place them where they had been.

Sideways, Work is no fun unless its play.

occupation

One tends to keep one's mind occupied. Always. With everything. Anything. A simple silence and doing nothing makes one restless.

The mind desperately hops. One starts fiddling with things around. This moment the mind rides into memory lanes. The other it wanders in dreamlands. One thinks of everything. Anything. Love and life. Sex and successes. Movies and menus.

Meanwhile that solitary bird outside the window has been missed. Her breathless song is lost in memory lanes, never to be heard again. And the mind is occupied; With memory lanes and dreamlands, for a simple silence and doing nothing, makes one restless.

speaking

We know when to start speaking, but not when to stop.

seeking

Water is the purest where the stream originates.