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Sandhya Acharya

Just a thought

The distance from my aprtment to my mailbox is not much. You can cut it really short genometrically by avoiding the driving route and taking a short cut instead. You can walk through a little curvy paved road through a neatrly manicured lawn. You will pass by a tennis court on your right and a little futther on by the swimming pool on your left. Right next to the tennis court are a bunch of trees that drop fruits the size and shape and color of tennis balls. Yes, tennis balls right outside the tennis… Read More »Just a thought

Deja Vu

Deja Vu, as per some research, is not a “para normal” phonomenon but has a valid, though highly unromantic scientific explanation. Turns out its just a result of neurological misfirings. Its just your brain telling you something has happened before when it really hasn’t – its just perceiving it to have happened. Not reality – perception Its amazing what tricks your mind can play with you. Deja Vu Deja Vu. One more phenomenon related to trickery of your own faculties.

Unfillable

The vaccum that always existedFeels a little more alive these daysTugging and pulling for attentionSucking strands of remnant optimism Into its hungry vortexI fill it with thingsDancing bellsPoetic reverieseven “dead man’s floats”I’ll catch a playI’ll sing a songI’ll do anything to keep going onAnd probably as beforeI need to do it once moreThrow into the throesOf this insatiate vaccuumThe ultimate fillerTime

Outside

I lie on the fringes Of human engagementWatching in silence –Unobserved, invisible Maniacally have Iyearned too to be sucked into This massive human factoryOf love, lust, attachment, – IllusionYet I touch and reboundFrom the core of life Catapulted back to where I started each timeBy quirks of fateConfused if I should be happy or sad That I stay outsideNever engaging Living a half life

White Framed

The red flowers are in full bloomThe green buds wait patiently for their timeStrings of grass sway and dance The wind blows hard and keeps timeAll in silence and quiet in a white framed picture on the wall. 10/17/2004

Silent Promise

Never have I seen a sun so gloriousBathing the sky in its bloodI hear the silent promise of an unseen, unknownThat there is joy in the worldI turn into a laneAnd see a house With maybe a happy family insideIts windows blazing redAs the rays of the sun kiss the glassMy heart sings an ancient tuneI believe, I believeThere is joy in the worldMore for the eye than one can see

Poetic License

I am…..Who am I?..An ExperienceThat is passing as I speakIf the past is just a kaleidescope Of scenes that I watch nowWhere am I nowIN this everchaning cycle of life?If the future is just a random possibilityWhat do I need to do nowOther than be me –The Experience.

Random Choices

You never know where life takes you. Choices you make, chances you take – do they define your life or is it but a game of random probabilities? Does anything that you plan to do ever matter? How much are you predestined to go through?

A different world

What might a world have been that was catered to a woman’s needs? What is the corporate world had the essence of a woman? We would perhaps have knitting groups, tea parties, gossip session, pottery classes, wine and chatting sessions for team builders instead of roles games, golf outings, happy hours, barbecue evenings etc. I wouldn’t have to dream of excuses to avoid going for these “networking” events. I could perhaps actually feel bonded instead of pretending to be “bonding” I could perhaps talk to people because they are actually interesting instead of talking to… Read More »A different world

The Zahir

Have been reading The Zahir by Paulo Coelho. The gist of his books are always of a journey of self discovery – of finding personal legends, understanding the nature of love, destiny, choice and all the unexplained but overexplained stuff. This one was about personal history and the need to lot go. To let go of the ghosts of the past, demons of the future – the Zahirs of your life. At a seminar about wellness I went to on Saturday learnt or rather relearnt one thing. Emotions will always come. Sometimes they are sad,… Read More »The Zahir

OK, So just finished watching I love Huckabees. Pretty interesting movie I must say. But it gets to you in the end and confuses the hell out of you. There is a “Everything is connected” theory and a “Nothingness” theory that run in parallel for a while and then merge at the end of the movie. All this existential talk is exhausting.

The Goal

I finished seeing the movie Motorcycle Diaries yesterday. It is indeed a story of a journey not of places but through the inner most sanctums of ones soul. A cause is what converts an existence to a living. That flame of self fulfillment is what is so attractive about some people. Here a thought for the day. What is the goal of an organization? According to the book I am reading (The Goal), it is to make money. I disagree. The bane of capitalism is this obsession to make more money at any cost. Efficiency… Read More »The Goal

Cackling wood, Inspirations and for one great idea :)

Its 7.00 in the evening, but already dark. We have decided to light the fireplace. The place smells of burning wood and fresh made milk and semolina kheer. The sound of cackling wood is soothing and I feel a little rested after a restless day.We find pleasure in the imperfections of life. Desert is good without dinner.I am watching a movie – Motorcycle Diaries about the South American revolution. Its disturbing and inspiring at the same time. One person; one idea can span the entire latitude of pain for a whole people and make such… Read More »Cackling wood, Inspirations and for one great idea 🙂