Author: Swati Sani

Life is full of existential angst – Sue SIngh to Rahul Seth in Bollywood/Hollywood

The movie is amazingly entertaing. Dina Pathak mouths best of the dialogues.

Existential angst – I liked it! Everyone goes thru it all the time…

Allergic Rhinitis – stuffed nose – I know how it feels like to be a plugged bathtub!!

Music and movies

Bought music CDs after a long time. Sur and the latest from Adnan Sani (Tera Chehra)
Also picked up movies “The Game”, and “Hollywood Bollywood” to watch over weekend and yes, our all time fav “The never ending story” for Aasim to see.

On a different note, I love these notes

Kabhi shaam dhale to mere dil mein aa jaana
kabhi chaand khile to mere dil mein aa jaana

Qt

Fifteen minutes back a kitten came and adopted our famlily. She looks around six weeks old and is tabby like. Came to me, demanded milk, purred a little and now is preparing to sleep in a cardboard box I provided- true cat like.

Have named her qt.

I hope this time I dont get my allergies – I promise not to handle her too much… Aasim is in love with her already.

A child’s imagination is endless

On Thursdays, every child has to take one of his toy to school and introduce the toy to the other kids. Aasim took Beast (Beauty and the Beast). While he was introducing the Beast, midway our boy starts with LOTR and carries on as if the stories are merged. His logic -all bad things originate from the mountains of Mordor!
Today was also their turn to visit the city’s museum and he told us while returning back from the school that he saw “Cave of wonders” there… …

If

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head
when all about you men are losing theirs
and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
but make allowances for their doubting, too.
If you can wait but not be tired of waiting,
or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
and yet don’t look too good nor talk too wise,

If you can dream but not make dreams your master,
if you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with triumph and disaster,
and treat those two imposters just the same,
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools,
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss,
and lose and start again at your beginnings
and never breathe a word about your loss,

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
to serve your turn long after they are gone,
and to hold on when there is nothing in you
but the will that says to them “hold on,”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
or walk with kings nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
if all men count with you but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
with 60 seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
and which is more, you’ll be a man, my son.