Feels great...
Just posted my first REAL blog.
I was always fascinated by the very concept of 'blogging",often wondered which freak christened it.Honestly,the only thing that came to mind when I first heard of this very term was "block the fog(block+fog=blog)" just like the term SMOG being coined out of smoke and fog(smoke+fog=smog).
God had to send Amitabh Bachchan to start blogging ,all for me to realize that it had something more to do ,than just a directive issued by the Meteorological Dept to the aeroplanes at Delhi Airport during a cold december morning.
Boy am I intelligent..!!
How could I ever think that fog could,at all, be blocked ../!!-for this would add to the miseries of any breathing human..??
I kinda justify the name my friends gave me..KAJU.I actually DO tend to grasp things reeely fast(a pun hear is optional :p).
God bless me and my intelligence.
By the way,Im glad I joined the club of BLOGGERS(not fog blockers).
Its sounds like a reeely cool thing to do dusnt it..!!
more IYERISM to feature in upcoming BLOGS
Njoy:)
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
The Reality...
When the house lights dimmed,and
the concert was about tobegin,the mother
returned to her seat and discovered that her child was missing
Suddenly the curtains parted and the spotlights
focussed on the impressive steinway on stage
In horror,the mother saw her little kid sitting
and innoncently picking out
"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"
At the entrance the ,Great piano master made his entrance,
quickly moved to the piano and whisphered in the boys ears,
"Dont quit,
keep playing"
Then the master,leaning over reached around to
the other side of the child and he added a
running obbligato
Together the master and the young novice transformed
what could have been a frightening
situation into a wonderfully creative experience
The audience was so mesmerized that they could not recall what the great master played
Only the classic
"Twinke Twinkle little star"
Perhaps thats the way it is with the Real Master-
sitting right up there.
We try our bestest in life but the result is not always graceful flowing music
However with the hand of the master,even I feel like
I am stronger than 'The Hulk Hogan'
Its not what the reality is,
It is
'what you see in The Reality'
Life is more accurately measured by the lives you touch,
than by the things you acquire
" Dont quit,
Keep playing"
the concert was about tobegin,the mother
returned to her seat and discovered that her child was missing
Suddenly the curtains parted and the spotlights
focussed on the impressive steinway on stage
In horror,the mother saw her little kid sitting
and innoncently picking out
"Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"
At the entrance the ,Great piano master made his entrance,
quickly moved to the piano and whisphered in the boys ears,
"Dont quit,
keep playing"
Then the master,leaning over reached around to
the other side of the child and he added a
running obbligato
Together the master and the young novice transformed
what could have been a frightening
situation into a wonderfully creative experience
The audience was so mesmerized that they could not recall what the great master played
Only the classic
"Twinke Twinkle little star"
Perhaps thats the way it is with the Real Master-
sitting right up there.
We try our bestest in life but the result is not always graceful flowing music
However with the hand of the master,even I feel like
I am stronger than 'The Hulk Hogan'
Its not what the reality is,
It is
'what you see in The Reality'
Life is more accurately measured by the lives you touch,
than by the things you acquire
" Dont quit,
Keep playing"
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