Sunday, November 29, 2009

The Task

My deadline ended today. I'd probably still have about another week to get my task done but it bugs me nonetheless to be this tardy.

For 6 days, I have been staring at a blank page. A blank page that should be easily filled with words - after all, stringing together words are supposed to be my forte. Yet, the page remains blank. And while that page remains blank, this blog and my Facebook notes, have been getting filled.


It's not to say I am unclear on my task - on the message that I am suppose to craft out of thin air. It could not be more clear. In fact, what has been said here, and on my notes page, has been nothing but revolving around the message, the theme.


Yet the task remains undone. For I am inundated with fear, fear of getting it wrong. Scared of writing a page and a half worth of words, knowing that I can do it with my eyes closed. Frozen, still, with my fingers poised over the keyboards, waiting for the freezer to unlock and the fingers fly into motion.


Yes, I am scared. Because in this task, I have to become you. And that scares the hell out of me, even though you are utterly sure I cannot get it wrong. I will not get it wrong simply cos I have not gotten it wrong todate. 



Don't you understand that everything I do,
I do it for you?
Anything that might be special in me,
is You?

And so I am scared. Cos if I get it wrong, it might just mean that time and distance have come between us - that I no longer know you.

And if indeed that has happened... I really don't want to know.




Saturday, November 28, 2009

Add Me On!

Earlier this month, the word ‘Unfriend’ was named word of the year by the New Oxford American Dictionary. Defined as a verb that means to remove someone as a "friend" on a social networking site such as Facebook, it was said to be chosen because "it has both currency and potential longevity." 

Running a search on Google on this word, I must say I am most surprised to find loads of instructional entries on how to ‘unfriend’ someone for whatever reasons you may have. One of my favourite lines would have to be this: “Assuming you're sure that you no longer want to be friends, click on "Okay" and after a moment or two that connection is broken and the two of you are no longer friends.” 


Wowzers indeed! 


In the years that I have been a FB member, I think I had only had to consciously remove people from my listing a grand total of about 3 times. The first was an utter act of silliness – very High School Musical which I shall not bore you with. The second was really an act of kindness – said person did not have to know how accidentally upsetting he can be from my status tweets. But in these two instances, in an off-line world, we were (and remains) good friends, on good terms. 


The third was however a seriously conscious decision in both on-and-off-line worlds. And it was a hard and painful one to make. But what needed to be done had to be done. Though not in the manner that FB and New Oxford has so callously painted it out to be. And so, after two long email exchanges, one final attempt at finding if there is anything that could be salvaged, the button was clicked and she was outta of my life. 


We’re not at that age where friends come by so easily ~ the phrase a dime a dozen comes to mind, simply cos we have already peaked in formulating our opinions, our lifestyles, our convictions – any one wanting into this category would have to fit these criteria we have painstakingly established over time. 


I can’t say cyberspace has not done its part in better enabling us to find people who meet some. if not all, of these criteria. And of course, being a world that never sleeps, it enables us to find these matches crossing geographical boundaries and time zones, without disrupting our normal lives. 


But here the deal breaker - with such unlimited freedom from our normal parameters, it has also given us carte blanche to hurt. 


Irritated with their constant mindless banter? Click ‘Hide updates’. Not wanting to hear how their day went? Click ‘invisible’. No longer interested in having them keep you company late into the early hours of morning? Click ‘unfriend.’ And the best bit of it all – as Facebook would warn you if you ever embark on this new verb: “Your former friend will not receive any notification that you have unfriended them.” Which means, there would be this one person, sitting at their computer, somewhere out there wondering – Gee, have I gone and done something I should not have? 


Go back a millennia or so, you’ll find that the Old English word for ‘friend’ was simply the present participle of the verb frēon ~ to love. So while what has become a daily part of our lives and is indeed extremely useful – it has also cheapened and demeaned the true definition of a friend. 


Perhaps Facebook should relook at the way they have categorized relationships. Add in categories like “acquaintance”, “cyber buddy” or even “game neighbor”. Just so that everyone knows everyone else’s boundaries. 


And perhaps while for us purist who awaits the people over at the Facebook office to wake up and smell the degeneration – maybe we ourselves could be just that lil bit more cautious and think once, twice, thrice to the n-th time whether we really want to click on that button that says “Add as friend.” 


Call me a lemon. Call me a pessimist. Call me anything you want. But trust me on this – you’ll be saving yourself a whole load of grief from being ‘unfriend’ once your flavor has worn out.


Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Pillars

A few weeks ago, at a function, when one of my Irish friends introduced me to this young lady and asked if I could help mentor her in her business, my first thoughts were "Wow - and there I was thinking her husband was so damn hot as the guitarist of the band!"

We met for the first time today, for a proper sit down discussion after being on email for about a week, and I must say, I walked away from it, feeling as if I have been the one handed the gift, and not the other way around.


Very rarely do we find young people, in this day and age, who are willing to go the distance, in fulfilling what they want to do deep down inside. Having read their (her husband and her's) story, and this dream they have created, I am really psyched to be allowed a part of this.


And I do this cos it's time I start taking some of my own medicine.. as I told Ben early Monday morning - time to start believing you're capable of so much more than what you're paid to do. "
Believe I can fly... I can touch the sky.. Be as big as Sly...But more importantly, always believe in truth and not lies... for they are the pillar of life."


And the way they are living their lives - it's the truth. So if the foundations they have built on is a bit weak, no harm in my helping prop it up whatever way I can. It's not everyday that I get the honour of meeting people who dare to dream and are honest and humble to admit that they are in the midst of pursuing their dream.

Monday, November 23, 2009

All About Towels

I have been making an effort to wake up on time, as I used to do. Doesn't matter that I don't really need to. But to know that I can set my mind to something and do it, gives me some relief and self-assurance that I've not lost all of my lessons learnt.

I stumbled into my bathroom this morning after barely enough sleep and the first sight to greet me is this two bath towels hanging on both rungs of the towel rack. There is nothing ever odd about having two bath towels hanging in such a manner for most people. But I live by myself and in the 11 months I've lived here, never before have I come across such a sight.


Here I sit at my desk, refusing to take the other towel down to be put into the laundry basket, simply cos it reminds me that though I am by myself, I am not quite alone. It reminds me that when he's not here, there is something of his that is here. And that yes, when there is a chance, he comes home.


So there it is. All about towels. What's the state of yours?



Sunday, November 22, 2009

Making Excuses

I recall having this discussion once with LB - about laziness and how it is a trait that can be cultivated. And I've been re-evaluating my own performance, my throughput levels at work, at my projects and how productive I have been. Sad to say, I have slacked so much I want to dig a hole and bury myself in it.


At the end of the day, I can make all sorts of excuses - culture, environment, time-zone difference - but they will remain what they are: excuses. And when I've realised that my own achievements have been below par, really - no amount of excuses can make me rest easy at night until that is sorted.

And so, as much as I wish I could take my traditional long vacation at this year-end, I know for a fact, I do not deserve one.

I no longer have the luxury of having a big team of folks where our roles can be segregated such that I am the thinker, the planner, the strategist and to pass them on for implementation when my part is done.

I am now all-rolled-into-one. And if I want my business to succeed so that I can say I made something for myself (and for certain crazy people to be less tied to a job) then I'll have to make sure that my plans, my programmes come to fruition.

December is almost near.. no more time for resting on laurels and hibernation.

Besides as Ben says - Tortoise pace is really not me.


Saturday, November 21, 2009

The Hope

BFF-II is thinking he needs an iPhone cos he gets lonely without his MSN. Our short weekend catch up across the borders on his lousy lappie, we mutually agreed that people don't talk anymore. Which is one of the things I marvel at.

Ben once asked why do I need so many instant chat applications running - yes, I have 4 (Yahoo, Windows Live, Skype, GoogleTalk) and that number would increase to 5 if you were to include the built-in one on Facebook. And my reply was that different friends use different applications and so it's best if I had an account in each one and ran them all.


Sadly, that is indeed the harsh realities of our lives today. Instant chats and short-message texts. Folks asks for your number these days, and you can bet you'll never quite hear their voice on the other end but will receive a deluge of beeps from them.


Once upon a time, I was well and truly happy to not speak to another human being for days on end. I recall how Sen asked if he should step out the door, sit in the car and for us to continue our conversation via SMS cos the cat really got my tongue. But now, I'd much rather hear the voice and laugh on the other end of the line or table, sense the warmth of a smile and all that jazz that comes with actually knowing the you're not talking to yourself.


Everyone is different and thus engages different ways of staying connected. My best buddy can go for weeks and months on end not seeing me in the flash cos we start almost each day with a short "Good morning" beeped in. BFF on the other hand, would be there on GoogleTalk from the start of the work day till the end, but we'll still have a physical face-to-face lunch thrown in at least 2 out of 3 days in the week. And Ben just beeps but makes it a point to not go more than a couple of weeks at most, work permitting. 


And that, to me is my hope. 


An iPhone may be a solution, but it is NOT the only solution. So long as more people realise that - then perhaps we would not all lead such disjointed lives at the end of the day.




Evolution


Plato, who said in 300-something BC that you learn more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation. I supposed he would be the authority on this subject matter as he was surrounded all the time by philosophers, scholars, astronomers - persons who thought living and knowing was all done in conversations. Perhaps, it was through the daily intellectual exchanges that Plato felt that he had witness sufficient twisting and turning of thoughts to appreciate the simple joys of merely engaging without wanting to strike a point at the end of the hour.


Nat, after a particularly trying day at the office yesterday quoted Tennessee Williams as saying that the 
the only thing worse than a liar, is a liar who is also a hypocrite. And this would have been at the start of the 20th century. When the world was just coming to terms with materialism and consumerism. Where people realised that certain needs exploited, would bring about gains undreamed of. 


My day was more or less ruined at the start of the morning because of a callous thought spoken. While I am willing to give the benefit of doubt, strange as it may sound, that there was no malice intended, I am still nonetheless miffed at how people and society has evolved to the way we are today. 


As Akon said in his song, "Sorry, Blame it on me" -
How was I meant to know she was underage? Which is a fine excuse Stan when all is said and done. But hey buddy boy - I would bet my bottom dollar that the question did cross your mind but you willfully cast it away, sweeping it under the carpet, playing the odds that you might not get caught. 


As night draws nigh, I cannot help but ponder if indeed the world were to end tomorrow, could we truly blame it on higher authority for giving up on us as a species, as a society, as a race. For while there may have been many improvements and innovations in the century past, there have also been a much higher rate of erosion. And I'm not capping it merely at what we are doing to the environment. But extending it to our values and norms.


I may not be an angel nor a saint. But hey I'm at least willing to admit that much.