wisdom from a blue butterfly

have a butterfly friend in my life. Is a lot like the blue smoke spewing caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland, sits on a toadstool and looks at the world through wise knowing eyes. Speaks in a language borrowed from Neo of Matrix and leaves a lot open to the fluidity of life and destiny.

GR saw me upset 2 days ago. very upset. and one of those things that I could not share yet not not get impacted by.. Yea too gol gol.. anyway he is not a probing kind of a guy. Steps back and without going into the details balms the feelings instead.... how do people do that i wonder... I am a pest.. Tell na? What happened? your mom said something.. u took your weight? and then and then and then.. I can go on and on till someone spills the beans on what happened .. the feelings are usually brushed aside like bread crumbs.

Anyway.. so little GR sent me a present ... a story. The moral of the story has not been spelt out just yet, you choose your own interpretation.

There is a great difference between what gets attracted towards us and what we choose to get attracted to. 

Going back to the butterflies... there was this small girl with lots of butterflies sitting on her and showering real love. All seemed fine till she she noticed a cockroach nearby. Failing to realize that it is different from a butterfly, she expected it behave like the butterflies. She wanted it to show love and affection. But the roach being itself kept running away into the dark. With all her friend butterflies advising her that its a roach, she still chose to chase it. The butterflies found it difficult to hold on while she was running. Her pursuit of roach was so pure from her side yet absolutely senseless and insensitive for the butterflies. They could not help but wonder. In the process she forgot to nurture the butterflies - tender beings. Some found it difficult to hold on - some died and some flew. She became oblivious to the passage of time and events. 

She managed to catch the roach - only to realize that it is not a butterfly. Only to realize few are still holding on and other have left. 

Who made it? Was it her? Was it the lack of patience from butterflies? Was it the roach? Was it the circumstance? Ah...was it fate?  

Sweet and Sincere

 YAWN!

It’s barely 9 pm, have already slept for a 2 hours in the evening and can crawl back into bed immediately. Feels like the middle of Delhi winter, but it’s hot and blazingly so here. Somebody stop me.

Met two interesting sets of people yesterday and today. The earnest, idealistic people who work and dedicate themselves for achieving a mission. One of them had taken on the onus of assisting underprivileged children, getting them to believe in themselves.

The other were a bunch of un assuming men, working in the tech space, with massive projects, the fuel was however not to make money,  but use the technology to do good.

 But what gets me is how sincere these guys are. How do they work like that? like really? One set of them started getting a higher pay as they were the directors, and they refused it?

Don’t they feel the desire for Prada? A holiday in Goa? some surplus indulgences something that is just not deep?

Am never sure how to react to either very sweet people .. Read as, please come over some time, was such a pleasure to meet you, etc and you can see that they are super genuine and the REALLY sincere kind, where every act no matter how tiny is laden with meaning.

Assume that there is something more to it than what meets the eye.

Started the free lance life as well. Am a classic example of someone who finds the grass greener on the other side.

While I love the freedom and the flexibility of the freelancer, it can be a lonely life. Miss colleagues, bitching coffee sessions, impromptu lunches and a gang to be with. As i look around my friends, in almost any city, as you hit the late 20's on a weekly basis it is these colleagues that seem to be the hang out friends.

miss retreats, office parties and the rest, but think it makes more sense to miss those than have to wear a  button down shirt, with a swipe card, draw time sheets and be accountable for a million things

Time sheets vs business class flights!

Damm can never be earnest and sincere