Halloween and ayudha pooja?
In a blog of 2 degree separation from mine
scribbles of a lazy geek, I came across a post about how ayudha pooja and pumpkins are causing road accidents in my beloved Chennai. Unfortunately still awake 530 am's and bad self made coffee sets me off on weird tangents.
Halloween has pumpkins, Ayudha pooja has pumpkins. Halloween pumpkin represents evil*, breaking ayudha pooja-pumpkin wards of evil..hence represents evil. Halloween pumpkins are carved to have flames inside to make jack O lanterns. Ayudha pooja pumpkins have camphor flames placed on them. Ayudha pooja and halloween falls in the same month/season???
Hm weird coincidence...Maybe after all the east isnt so different from the west... Any one daring to nominate me for IgNobel award for this profound thesis?
-thus spake the third eye
*apparently people do smash jack O lanterns in the usa too if a comic strip can be considered as proof? like this
comic strip -the lost sheep.
There's something about the ocean!
As always, something about rainy nights with gloomy clouds, draws me to the ocean...well the (long island) sound in my case. So here I was once again, in the docks, by the boats, hearing the waves break on the moorings....as restless as my mind.
Four years and a month or so, since I made that journey from the land that columbus wanted to find, to the land that he did find. As that firebrand governor from vermont Dr Dean said the other day, life isnt about coulda shoulda woulda. He will perhaps forever remain a governor, and not make that date with his destiny of being the president, he wanted to be. Maybe its because of things he did, or things he didnt do, or maybe it was because of the things that he had no control of. Yet, hes there smiling and supporting someone who just supplanted him. He talks of his success and that wonderful joyride of running for an office,and of all the deaniacs, and how he has changed american democracy in his own way. No use in harping of bygones, when today is calling you to duty. Life goes on for him.
There My freind, I tell myself is a lesson for you. Yes four years and a month or so.... since I first hit the shores of the atlantic whose existence I knew but didnt appreciate till two summers later. Now thats something I regret, the rest I would be a fool if I regret.
Yes maybe as the beatles croon ..."I am not half the man I used to be" but I am for sure a far better person than that little arrogant and selfish kid, who thought he was invincible. Maybe I have gained inches when others have already touched down in this game of life. But those inches were gained by blood and toil, a fact which I wouldnt trade for an easy pass to the touch line. Maybe the things I loved most, slipped through my callous fingers, but the fact that they grazed my fingers before slipping away has changed me for the better. As Reagan, said looking back, "All in all, not bad, not bad at all"... Its not night yet, the journey stretches ever more, the oasis is still as far as when I began, there is still a long hard trudge to make, but looking back charges me up.
Theres something magical about rainy days, gloomy clouds and the restless ocean! (atleast for me).......
-thus spake the third eye
