Swinging pendulum

Swing...Swing...Swing...

Life is pretty much like a swinging pendulum. It swings from the height of happiness to the depth of despair so easily that I wonder how the human mind takes it. It becomes so predictable that we even began to impatiently expect the despair.
We wait for it with as much glee as a special package from that great aunt who only remembers us on Deepavalis ...
We then proceed into carefully opening the package with so much care and patience, you'd never think that it's actually the Pandora's box of Despair and not really Lakshmi Aunty's dodol parcel ;o)

What I want to know is why do we spend so much time exploring our sadness, and so little time appreciating the happiness that we feel?
Truly, we are far more often happy than sad, yet the happiness is described as fleeting and despair is felt forever...

Anything could simply set us off into the self-deprecating mood, we actually like to wallow in self-pity, don't we?

Funny though...Most of the time we're better off compared to millions world-wide...


Winter is truly here. There's no escaping it anymore. And we certainly shall see far more SAD cases than during autumn.
I don't really know how other countries deal with the snow, but over here in Riga they have a very dedicated bunch of citizens, mainly very poor and or old ones, whom during winter will shovel the snow off the roads, and at other times just keep them extremely clean.
Despite the poverty and the grime, Rigan streets have always been rather pristine. Something which used to amaze me in the first few years...
Only they forgot to shovel the snow from the roads leading to the Hospital, and it took me 20 minutes to navigate my way on frozen snow, I mean sleety pavements, instead of just 10 mins.

I'm sick of snow and minus temperatures, I wanna go home!!!!!!!!!
Apparently we're going to get a white xmas in London this year too. However this news being from my sister, who is sadistic enough to wish a white xmas every year , it cannot be trusted.

Russel Peters insults the audience at every turn in the name of entertainment yet, they just laugh inanely and take it sitting down. Heck they even paid to get insulted. Hilarious!!
Mind you, some of that guys lines are funny....But certainly not all.

need to sleep....but can't ...so pathetic...

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quote du jour

"Sleep is like the unicorn - it is rumored to exist, but I doubt I will see any"

~annon~


PS: if you know by whom , let me know...

First snow

Wednesday evening as I was walking back from the supermarket, the first flakes of snow floated down the night sky. When I say first snow, I mean first snow in Riga. A beautiful sight, a shame that it all melted away the evening itself. A fresh start, even if it's a wintry one.

Isn't it amazing how nature surprises us constantly?

Tomorrow is the Latvian Independence Day. More than just an excuse to celebrate, the day they finally freed themselves of all occupation is certainly a very special one and should be commemorated accordingly.
Yet I cannot help but observe how Latvian society has degenerated since that "new beginning". The youths are more violent, racism on the increase, yob culture is becoming the norm in this little Baltic state. Latvians are becoming more and more arrogant along with their reserved nature, when will they learn that they are not the cradle of Europe, and they are far too inconsequential to the rest of the world, whatever they do. I mean, the main reason behind the increased tourism isn't for the love or art, music and the truly gorgeous Latvian countryside, but for a far more sinister reason.

Tomorrow is a new day.

to the speed of light

The end of the semester in nigh upon us, and everything is picking up speed.

I wonder sometimes if I really can stay on the so called band wagon.

Path anatomy and path physiology seem to have metamorphosed into monsters, while pharmacology and surgery do not seem to understand the meaning of the time. Internal medicine is simply rambling at this point, only radiology looks as if it knows what is what.

To top it all, I’m in tears every night. I don’t really know whether it’s because of the medication or simply coincidence. Whatever it maybe it’s terribly exhausting and frustrating.

Berlitz this term was both annoying and entertaining. There seems to be a lot of problems cropping up with their teaching programme, and yet I really enjoy my time there.


One really nice thing that began this semester is my study sessions with Cindy. At least this way I have to review all past subjects and keep up to date with everything.

There was so much I was meant to do, I really should stop thinking and get on with all those tasks which are never urgent yet would bring so much more happiness to my life.
Procrastination is just the devil is disguise ;o)


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Quote du Jour:


"Glory is fleeting, but obscurity is forever."
- Napoleon Bonaparte -

The Shadow

I wished it out of desire and fervour. A shadow far more palpable than silhouettes and shades, yet still so very much an ethereal thought. Modelled from teasing eyebrow slants, merry twinkles of eyes, and a voice beyond description. As the clock ticks, the shadow haunts every gyri of my brain. I want reality to eradicate this darkly loving shade of my life. A simple word or even just a thought is enough to pick up the cadence of my heart. The more than pathetic nature of this affliction which I bought on myself makes me want to seek a big enough wooden stake to stop the permanent ghostly hemorrage of the Coeur.
Perhaps Holy Water by the gallons, and an exorcism could be performed, and no longer will the ghostly shadow haunt my every thoughts and actions.

Yet despite all this rationality, I know that this shade is truly my very own Brindhan. A shame though, that some are never meant to ally themselves to their soul mates in this life. The foolishness of my situation is so tangible that that even metabolic disturbances are themselves disturbed to inaccessible convolutions.

Neither shoulder nor friendly advice seem to work, and not for lack of trying. Sheema has been my own personal guardian angel, soothing my teary self with words of encouragement, yet nothing she said would pulverise the shadow. I plod along the meanders of life waiting for the end like a zombie.