tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-165041022012-02-17T01:01:30.219+05:30the horizon willed me to, promising me an answerCalden Basinoreply@blogger.comBlogger571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-61116245960406560912011-09-18T02:25:00.002+05:302011-09-18T20:01:37.595+05:30

Orion for the first time this year. Saw him as I hung out with another old friend who I hadn't seen for a long time. It was good sharing my problems with both of them. As always.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-35253112474725747422011-08-26T01:29:00.001+05:302011-08-26T01:33:14.202+05:30

I feel like I should be saying something about this point in my life. Well, its either the best thing I ever did, or the most stupid. Either ways, it needs to be done. Other than that there isn't really much else to say. Like all things, its a whole lot of, "who-knows" and "lets see". Kind of like life in general. So, well, about this road I'm taking..who knows. Lets see.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-30877967831959121572010-10-21T19:04:00.003+05:302010-10-21T19:09:55.076+05:30

Caught Orion a little late this year, at the fag end of a long journey. and it never fails.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-4246224977700582752010-08-28T23:56:00.001+05:302010-08-28T23:58:31.810+05:30

Another year.I hope you're watching.still.love you.hb.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-13746147571849653042010-08-04T16:35:00.000+05:302010-08-04T16:36:13.666+05:30

There is this place, deep in the mountains where shoe makers still exist. They’ll measure your foot, talk about the weather, and the crazy morning mist. It’s a wonder they stand their ground, It’s a wonder they’re still around. There is this place, deep in the mountains where shoe makers still exist.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-87559485646883279922010-04-23T00:59:00.001+05:302010-04-23T01:16:10.716+05:30

Stories.Music.and Laughter. In that order.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-24382733280501836912010-01-04T02:36:00.002+05:302010-01-04T02:37:55.945+05:30

I wouldn’t recommend watching the first sunrise of the year through the open door of a train, but if you find yourself in that situation, don’t worry.. its not too bad. I don’t know if I’ve told you this before, but travelling on a train …on an Indian train, is pretty much one of the most beautiful things you could do. But ill keep that story for later. Remind me.2009 was a tough year. But I

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-58765214437698750592009-12-04T15:18:00.001+05:302009-12-04T15:21:00.143+05:30

Leaping, by definition requires one to fly through the air, leaving behind the place where his feet were once firmly planted, with no idea of how he’s going to land.I turned 28 ten days ago.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-22879012378951195032009-11-03T02:50:00.002+05:302009-11-03T14:46:30.151+05:30

I found myself in a courthouse today. Thankfully I was just a friend of the plaintiff, so I was pretty much on a observer trip, studying the cops, lawyers and judges uphold the pillars of democracy (with justice and freedom for all). Almost like visiting the zoo. Don’t annoy the animals, stay away from the bars.It’s surprising how similar the atmosphere outside a courthouse and hospital is. Both

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-46294176708388347032009-10-05T02:58:00.000+05:302009-10-05T03:05:53.742+05:30

I saw him through the trees. As usual, he took me to the right place, he took me to the right time. and reminded me of who I am. Orion is back.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-85697419163810601602009-08-28T00:36:00.000+05:302009-08-28T02:47:52.621+05:30

i hope you're watching.love you. hb

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-71282471143926027452009-08-18T12:16:00.000+05:302009-08-18T12:20:25.871+05:30

So we sit and laugh.Perhaps one of us could tell a story or perhaps an anecdote. or two.We’ll watch the view and throw back a few. Stranger. we haven’t yet begun.Poke and joke.And laugh a little more, tell us another story.We’ll drive around; go to that place you found.Stranger. we haven’t yet begun.Of Quiet things.you hush and shush. Don’t tell anyone.I swear.Old times and secret

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-9140557911137878932009-08-09T13:33:00.000+05:302009-08-09T14:21:51.898+05:30

I was told i was laughing in my sleep.That's new.Iv done crying, whining, grunting,shouting, moaning and even given a little advice to a person or two.Hell.. if u catch me on the right night, i bet i could give you the best speech you've heard.But laughing.That's new.Sounds like I'm having fun.Good to know.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-42750354877873795712008-12-31T20:02:00.000+05:302008-12-31T20:03:16.140+05:30

A new year. I hope the universe gets the hint.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-18752135441431689422008-08-18T01:26:00.000+05:302008-08-18T01:27:39.820+05:30

I wrote what you are about to read, in the back of an auto several years ago. I do not know why it has taken so long to find its way onto paper, but somehow tonight it has.I had just gotten off a flight that had brought me to a city I had lived in for over five years and had now started to call home. Avoiding the overpriced taxi’s around the airport, I walked the short distance to the lane where

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-39653628816644786972008-05-31T19:41:00.000+05:302008-05-31T19:58:39.942+05:30

last night i was forced to believe.and if youre reading this...and I know you are...dont ask me how or why but listen to that voice you try so hard to ignore

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-31372122895335971432008-05-25T04:17:00.000+05:302008-05-25T04:18:25.796+05:30

What’s a poem with 6 lines specially one with cheap rhymes?A weak attempt at art? though its straight from the heart?Like the third line from the start, Could have rhymed with fart.Perhaps I should write when im not yawning Especially dear friend, at 2 in the morning.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-27934755819642039102008-05-18T02:12:00.000+05:302008-05-18T02:22:32.353+05:30

How is it that a single ship out at sea can look sad, happy, romantic, lonely, wise and foolish at the same time? ..and why does that bring me comfort?

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-5045349871006854692008-04-28T23:31:00.000+05:302008-04-28T23:33:26.218+05:30

“You not liking Manmohan Singh but too much people liking Manmohan Singh”... And so I lost control of the radio to Rav,our sri lankan driver, who promised an era of democratic music. Sometimes it just takes a laugh in the morning to set your day right. Even on a Monday.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-77006473674451872242008-04-13T01:49:00.000+05:302008-04-13T01:52:17.565+05:30

Monday mornings are as bad when they come on a Sunday…A smile means the same thing in all languages…Home is the place you start from when you want to measure how far you’ve travelled…A friend is someone who can see the world through your eyes…The best measure of a city is a conversation with its taxi driver…It’s tough to be alone when you know you’re being missed…I hope you find what you’re

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-63816775512489936402008-02-29T15:14:00.000+05:302008-02-29T15:15:02.280+05:30

..and thats always a good sign.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-38797100607811753132008-02-26T02:12:00.000+05:302008-03-06T20:51:51.520+05:30

There’s a little balcony next to my room overlooking a piece of forgotten land. The grass lives out its entire life span without seeing a blade and the only flowers that grow here are wild.Like tonight, I’ve watched the moon from here often. Just the two of us, rejoicing in our isolation.I have always had a need for quiet places like these. A place to dance with the past, re-live the present and

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-64041129347561489742008-02-17T20:10:00.000+05:302008-02-17T20:13:17.542+05:30

One way or another…

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-9583983769430129732008-01-02T23:35:00.001+05:302008-01-02T23:35:49.735+05:30

Bad start to a new year. But if anything, life has taught me that things could be worse. Much worse. So I use one hand to point my finger at the heavens and curse. The other is in my pocket counting my blessings.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-63578328905344677312008-01-02T23:29:00.000+05:302008-01-02T23:56:07.901+05:30

...if u know what i mean

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I’ll be singing “coming back to life” tomorrow in front of a pretty big crowd, like I did 7 years ago. I meant it then …and I’ll mean it tomorrow.

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If government spending increases in an open economy given that taxes remain the same it will result in a national deficit and reduction in national saving thus leading to a reduction in export….If you rub some oil before jumping into a river you won’t feel as cold….I will forget one of them.

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..and I turn 26.I do not belong and I still like it that way.I’m a little more bruised. I’m a little wiser. Wise enough to know I’m not.The world still spins a little too fast.No, I do not know what I want to do.Orion is still on time. I still need him.I worry about them.Happiness is still the same. Sadness too.They still talk about the weather over tea. It’s not as cold as last year.A stupid

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-37416555058818460692007-11-06T18:01:00.000+05:302007-11-06T18:04:31.327+05:30

They served momos in the mess today. They were veg momo’s , thick, dry and weren’t particularly good.But.. they were momos.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-86283072294851071702007-10-29T23:07:00.000+05:302007-10-29T23:08:37.719+05:30

I find my self unwell. And it couldn’t have come at a worse time. Let’s just say my professional alter ego doesn’t have the time to get sick .But that’s him and this is me and right now I’m boss. And I say I need some R&R.As I get into bed I put on some music from that list I’d made when time was an easily available commodity. It’s a carefully chosen list of songs. Songs that take me back to

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-19745562840110597772007-10-03T23:35:00.000+05:302007-10-03T23:36:25.196+05:30

cause maybe sounded good

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-74899804848150596672007-06-20T14:35:00.000+05:302007-06-20T14:36:01.521+05:30

It’s sad that the start of a new journey can only begin with the death of an old one. Perhaps it’s only fitting that the last month has had the distinct air of a funeral. I spent the entire month shaking hands and hugging friends and acquaintances. Many of whom I fear I may never see again. Perhaps the bigger fear lies in the fact that we may see each other but never in the same way.Tonight as I

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-66375131398780834922007-04-12T14:32:00.000+05:302007-04-12T15:39:14.656+05:30

My thoughts stepped off the bus that carried by battered body and mind home. It took him a single step to reach yesterday and another to find the field where much of my childhood was spent.Yesterday blurred into now and the smell of the freshly cut grass and the sight of the undecided October evening sky came to life. There’s something about time that discards the insignificant and keeps the

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-80368942728591828712006-11-30T01:06:00.000+05:302007-01-04T15:07:38.509+05:30

It’s a funny world this. We’re born into a world of endless possibility. Endless. The world is vast and yet smaller than one’s dreams. So we’re sent off to our institutions of learning where we’re taught the impracticality of non conforming dreams and the prudence of following socially acceptable ones and were given the tools to achieve these. At least the lucky ones are. And somewhere down the

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-127022817329180312006-11-27T16:44:00.000+05:302006-11-27T17:00:47.013+05:30

Funny thing..I saw orions belt a few days back on one of the usual after dinner walks.( i saw him in goa too ..in october... but that was at 5 in the morning).I was just going through some of my old posts to get my mind of the usual worries of life and i saw one post..dated Nov 21 2005.Looks like i saw him last years almost at the same time.And the effect hasnt changed one bit.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-79692368565304250862006-11-23T16:23:00.000+05:302006-11-23T16:25:46.989+05:30

I turn 25 tomorrow night .It’ll be the last night I sleep as a 24 yr old. Turning 25 makes me think of my life and where I’m going with a little more seriousness.30 is a long way away. But then so was 20 ..which was just yesterday.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1157617480024812582006-09-07T13:54:00.000+05:302006-09-07T14:12:44.686+05:30

Dear friend,I call you “friend” for there are some thoughts easier conveyed to a friend than to any other. As you read this and as my words become the thoughts that enter your mind, let’s pretend that we are, for this brief moment, friends.I haven’t lived very long. A quarter of a century does sound long, but as anyone older than you will tell you, it’s certainly not long enough. It is long

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1156841838999536482006-08-29T14:13:00.000+05:302006-08-29T14:27:19.013+05:30

exercise…Don’t watch tv…Study …Concentrate on work…Quit…(a lot of things)Read..Clean..(a lot of thing)Sleep on time…Wake up on time…Don’t wait for the last date..Plan…Don’t plan…Think. not too much.Eat enough…not too much.Eat right..Less coffee…more water.Smile..Tidy up…Call home…pay your bills …listen…save…grow up. don’t…don’t waste.Its not that important. It isIt doesn’t mean much. It does.It’

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1156342924282951942006-08-23T19:51:00.000+05:302006-08-23T19:52:04.333+05:30

I heard her call me today. On the bus.She knows where I am. and that’s always a good sign.It won’t be long now …a month or two.. max.It’ll be good to be back in Goa.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1156234141534970492006-08-22T13:38:00.000+05:302006-08-22T13:44:07.613+05:30

It has been 6 months since my last post. I had lost my will to write. Was it the lack of inspiration? Or was it the absence of non conforming thought?I cannot say. But, I can say this. I tried …and nothing worked. Self induced depressions, mood alterations and alternators, sad movies, sunsets, stars …the works. They all failed, miserably.And yet today you see this post…We all have triggers .

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The song of the universe calls out to us all. And we know it. It defies logic or sense hence we ignore it. Sometimes it calls out so loud its hard to ignore and we are left dumbstruck and even a little confused not knowing how to react.The next time you watch a sun set, drink a glass of water, sit on the beach or look at the moon. Listen… for that is the best we can do for now …and if you are

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1132578283371135702005-11-21T18:24:00.000+05:302005-11-21T18:34:43.383+05:30

Winter. Orion’s belt is visible. I’ve looked at it all my life and it never fails to make me feel good. Perhaps it remind me of my childhood.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1131359871207040032005-11-07T16:04:00.000+05:302005-11-07T16:20:48.783+05:30

case closed

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Ant in my room. Thousands .Looks like they found a few crumbs of god know what.Pretty interesting actually.You have the PM (Project Manager ants formerly know as leader ants).Easy to spot ..fat and ugly… picks a nice spot not too far from the crumbs and passes comments about how the other ants are not working effectively and how they die too fast out of exhaustion.And the ML(Module leader ants

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1129897621707742772005-10-21T17:43:00.000+05:302005-10-21T17:57:01.716+05:30

I left home years back ..out into a big world.And left a friend there.Who I thought of oftenBut then days turned to years ,and a boy changed into an adult…and I then thought of him rarely.When I went back he wasn’t there. And I wonder if I let him down. A relationship that would seem frivolous to any other.He was my dog and I loved him.Now that he’s gone I hope he doesn’t make the same mistake I

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1129896065871242402005-10-21T17:30:00.000+05:302005-10-26T17:14:32.546+05:30

I'm eight years old, and the world is a beautiful place. Its dusk. I'm on a hill overlooking the town in which I was born. Kalimpong. The horizon is surrounded by mountains, proudly showing off their new coats of snow. I'm glad; for in a few months the snows would melt and the rivers would be pure and new swimming holes would be awaiting conquer. From where I stood, the world was small. The quiet

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1128345034827752752005-10-03T18:38:00.000+05:302005-10-03T18:40:34.833+05:30

im lost

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1127221077190936052005-09-20T18:25:00.000+05:302005-09-20T18:27:57.196+05:30

I sat on the beach…east of where I sit now and stared. As luck would have it , for as far as the eye could see, the beach was all mine. Armed with my little i-pod and a coconut in my hand, I set forth to recreate the image that had been lingering in my psyche for far too long. The perfect spot wasn’t too difficult to find either. In the soft sand, under a long, tall, bushy coconut tree, I planted

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1126789768535909972005-09-15T17:58:00.000+05:302005-09-15T18:44:12.410+05:30

Sleeping a little longer, not because I want to…because I shouldn’t.The front seat…Copying…Its easier than I make it seem…Hoping you’ll pay…I did understand….I chose not to…I removed four from this list I don’t want you to know…

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1126704298408579962005-09-14T18:47:00.000+05:302005-09-14T18:54:58.413+05:30

There is a part of you that is hidden, not just from the outside but from yourself too.It worrys me to see it at times and one wonders what is to be done when it is seen. It weakens the soul, buried further or set free

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1126529582740381262005-09-12T18:19:00.000+05:302005-09-12T18:23:02.740+05:30

Why did I just post something I know no one’s going to read.....as if anyone’s going to read the rest of the stuff iv written......and im typing to myself in public now.

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1126528522297489342005-09-12T18:01:00.000+05:302005-09-15T18:09:48.946+05:30

The basic principle of writing, a writer of some repute once said, was to write what you know about. That as it turns out proves to be disastrous for this would be writer, for if adhered to would barely result in a few pages, if not paragraphs. Hence I write this with a clear confession of knowing nothing about the subject.A river of change flows through our lives, washing away what was once new

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1126272206542779752005-09-09T18:51:00.000+05:302005-09-09T18:53:26.546+05:30

Why do I keep cribbing about my work? I don’t hate it. Guess its become natural to crib about the thing I do…school,college and now ..work ….but I guess we all need something to crib bout .(and yes I enjoyed school and the few days of college that I attended….just don’t tell anyone )Just got a msg from my boss…my dead line’s on Monday ….that’s his way of telling me he wants me to come on the

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1126270716207333612005-09-09T18:27:00.000+05:302005-09-14T17:47:28.640+05:30

7 ‘O’ Clock. I make my way to the parking lot. Just another software engineer, just another software company. I’m reminded of pictures of the industrial revolution. Scores of employees making their way home, their bodies confused by the mixed messages of fatigue and relief. A low sound of footsteps, on the edge of breaking into a run, fills the air. There’s a silence too strong to be broken. The

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1126267437447611282005-09-09T17:32:00.000+05:302005-09-09T17:33:57.446+05:30

Where am I going? Am I going or am I being taken.There a poem on my wall above my bed… “The road not taken by Robert Frost” . Beds, houses and pillows have changed…the poems been there for close to 10 years now.“and somewhere ages and ages hence I shall be saying this with a sigh,Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And I took the one

Calden Basinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16504102.post-1126267357079578402005-09-09T17:29:00.000+05:302005-09-09T17:32:37.083+05:30

Its Friday… Friday afternoon. A few more hours and the weekend begins. If I had a tail I’d run around trying to catch it…perhaps pee a lil in the process……never mind.

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I need to go sit on a field and watch the dragonflies. I wonder what my boss would say if he caught me writing this on company time. I’m heading home soon…like in an hour or something. Put on that tired sad look…like iv been working much harder than everyone else. Damn...the things I got to do to look busy.

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