8 August
Sunday, August 9, 2020
Pandemic chronicles - 8 August ' 20
Pandemic chronicles - 26 July ' 20
26 July
Heal and get well soon, one and all.
Quite a few members of my extended network are fighting tough battles as someone there in their family is a Covid19 warrior. Each experience leaves behind a lull moment. The latest blog of the greatest cine star of our times who himself is suffering, itself stands as a testimony to the pain. Both physical and mental. Common citizen is banking on 'luck' or 'fluke' more than ever. Still believe prayers does wonder and that is all we can offer with an open mind.
Care, Distance, Cure.. Does the pattern have a disorder.
Is the phrase "social distancing" - a juxtaposition?
Forget, hard questions. It is easy to stay put with daily chores.
There is enough.
Mundane is on the burner and rest in deep refrigerator.
Simple tasks call for so much planning these days.
Last evening the working mixer gave up after grinding for years. Today had to turn up in the local shop. Stepped out after a while to get it sorted. My market facing apparels are now hand-picked. They are the most ostracized ones. May be an unconscious bias I have to get over soon. Years back had brought a pair of sneakers in hope of joining my marathon runner friends which I never ran. In last few months they are now fit to run.
The worst feeling of a Sunday noon is the uneasiness of that undone bucket which is still half full. Go slow - had to whisper, in purpose. No point rushing. Let it be pending. Indulged in giving back the mind a baggage free me-time.
Played instrumental music of old Kishore songs and was lazily browsing the screens of my device that a new mixer and crusher popped up. oops..I searched for repair details in the morning; it is following me crazily. Before all types of fancy stuff fill-up I geared up to beat the intelligent artificial mind hiding in my own device.
I managed to run but stumbled on something new.. DIY. Heard this word first time. May be you know, but in case you are in the same boat thought of alerting you, as it is now going to be true..
DIY means 'Do-It-Yourself' and that is a serious upcoming industry. Something that will enable you to do every thing under the sun yourself. It was there in a small way (contributing to countries economy) but analysts can foresee post Covid19 era, this is going to be a big revolution. A fresh new world yet to opened up, you too may check out as researchers are on job with various point of views and indicating business trends. In this world sadly enough mind may not but money always matters.
Now have to really get ready, just sneakers would do. For my friends who follow Bengali in true sense have to do জুতো সেলাই থেকে চণ্ডীপাঠ ...
Pandemic chronicles - 19 July '20
19 July
More than 120 days over.
Confinement is now a habit. After shocking electricity bill amounts pinging us (almost pricking us too) and the related conversations all around in my city, suddenly realized the peak summer days by calendar are over. The seasonal feeling was hijacked by the epic story of virus. Debates of all kinds small and big, tactical and strategic, human and not so human is ongoing. Vaccine, Immunity and unending dilemmas gripping mind.
Consciously read health and happiness posts and keep a tab on Radhika and Korno Sir (never mind if you don't know them.. they are script characters in love these days) to keep HQ high. Regularly check out delicious receipe posts from friends and their spouses. It is another story that my kitchen disaster continues. Today failed second time to make a Dosa. But my pursuit to be lively is full on. Evening spent some quality time watching Royal Bengal Rohashya. So much of green, the spice of mystery and touch of science .. felt detoxed. Yes it is long that I have seen the saloon rate card, met the smiling girl in the parlour who practiced spoken English with me while I relaxed. So had to find a better method to rejuvenate. Some thing beyond the silver, gold and pearl. It was a colour splash this evening.
Tomorrow is Monday.
No more blues.. As all seven days have levelled in the last few months. Still would like to call Monday a start of the week. Have to get going with an extra ounce of energy.
Long back had brought a pot in an office outreach event. Well it was auctioned. The first and last time I participated in such a price negotiation experience. It was more an ego game than cause, is what I realized after it was over. But with due love carried it all the way home from my office. Either side near and dear wondered why. Me too was not sure untill some days back.
It found a corner in my room and stood there since then. After lockdown became a serious reality started dusting it everyday as it is now my workspace energy spot. Yes, miss all those lovely women who would deck up well for office and the men who would peep in to greet or share a pie of their last week end in between the packed up meeting slots and decision makings.
The office staff who would offer a cup of tea before the most difficult calls of the week or the hilarious breaks with peers before some boring ones..
Now this pot holds them all for me. Yes the meetings continue. And I now know who has a growing kid at home and who has a super noisy mixy..
I appreciate noise more than colors these days.
Pandemic chronicles - 14 July ' 20
14 July
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5 July
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23 Jun
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14 Jun
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7 Jun
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21 May
Pandemic chronicles - 17 May ' 20
17 May
Surprise Test.. Yes remember the first time you gave one; no preparation, sounded difficult, being pushed to the corner you did try till you ran out of ideas. That was may be an hour of ransacking your grey matter (I wish brain was colorful ) . No one threw you out of the class but you did feel helpless for a while. No wonder, whether we scored or we didn't, that maiden-over taught us to accept that there will be such surprises and they will spring up awkwardly. There will always be a sense of fear and failure and a wish to overcome and succeed.
2020 is a year which gave world a surprise test.
Yes, and the whole world now knows how to react to such a test - one day at a time. We are still figuring out. Life didn't change just that the norms of life changed. Energy is constant. So when warmth of hands have to be a few feet away, power of word layered with tone of voice should be far more powerful. Being empathetic, inclusive, intuitive, crisp as a speaker, being attentive, engaging, mindful, creative as a listener is so important today. It should be a new dictionary altogether. Admit a difficult one. This surprise test is probing us to start a fresh outlook for communication.
Agreed, every day can't be a good one but every communication needs to be a cool one. Month of May always motivate me to think new..Language for future is top on mind...
For now trying to decipher the known voices behind the mask.. masky voice.
Pandemic chronicles - 7 May ' 20
May 7
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May 1
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April 14
Pandemic chronicles - 3 April ' 20
3rd April
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Pandemic chronicles - 29 March' 20
Fresh bloom this
summer..As main door is mostly closed verandha is the only choice to feel
upbeat. Resetting ways of life is never easy. Inconvenience has become habit
and perfecting each day. 3/4 of the world is water, now I know why perfect
design for unknown unknown. Jol e jeevan.. well #Zeebangla just next in queue.
Sara din er kaj er seshe besh lagle Karna Sir aar
Radhika ke dekhte..(in case you know who they are.) quarantine reliefs.
Technology was running very fast than I thought was the need.. guess that too
was a need. Let's start thinking what will be the most dramatic social change
after we are done beating the unseen. I just hope we can once more hold on to
each other’s hand someday. and for the rest let our imagination fly..it has to
be much more intuitive than science fictions..
start thinking..