Wednesday, August 29, 2018

On learning and teaching

Learning isn't pretty. It's sweaty and it's clumsy and it's humiliating. But when the concept settles into place, I swear I can hear angels singing.


"When One Teaches, Two learns"


Monday, August 27, 2018

Letter

Written  on October 29, 1914:

Dear Little Daughter:

I have waited for you to get well settled before writing. By this time I hope some of the strangeness has worn off and that my little girl is working hard and regularly. 

Of course, everything is new and unusual. You miss the newness and smartness of America. Gradually, however, you are going to sense the beauty of the old world: its calm and eternity and you will grow to love it. 

Above all remember, dear, that you have a great opportunity. You are in one of the world's best schools, in one of the world's greatest modern empires. Millions of boys and girls all over this world would give almost anything they possess to be where you are. You are there by no desert or merit of yours, but only by lucky chance. 

Deserve it, then. Study, do your work. Be honest, frank and fearless and get some grasp of the real values of life. You will meet, of course, curious little annoyances. People will wonder at your dear brown and the sweet crinkley hair. But that simply is of no importance and will soon be forgotten. Remember that most folk laugh at anything unusual, whether it is beautiful, fine or not. You, however, must not laugh at yourself. You must know that brown is as pretty as white or prettier and crinkley hair as straight even though it is harder to comb. The main thing is the YOU beneath the clothes and skin — the ability to do, the will to conquer, the determination to understand and know this great, wonderful, curious world. Don't shrink from new experiences and custom. Take the cold bath bravely. Enter into the spirit of your big bed-room. Enjoy what is and not pine for what is not. Read some good, heavy, serious books just for discipline: Take yourself in hand and master yourself. Make yourself do unpleasant things, so as to gain the upper hand of your soul.

Above all remember: your father loves you and believes in you and expects you to be a wonderful woman.

I shall write each week and expect a weekly letter from you.

Lovingly yours,

Papa

Sunday, August 26, 2018

Innocence

Sometimes you dont have to be courageous just be innocent enough.

Saturday, August 25, 2018

Happened to me

When I was playing at a park with you.

p: You you are stay at home?
Me: Oh no- I am an artist
p: Painter?
Me: I am into films
P: costume design?
Me: no no direction
P: You are an asst director?
Me: No I direct
P: Short films?
Me: feature 
P: You make parallel cinema ?
Me : no I make perpendicular ones. 


On Learning

Learning isn't pretty. It's sweaty and it's clumsy and it's humiliating. But when the concept settles into place, I swear I can hear angels singing.

Short Story

Friday, August 24, 2018

Borges QUOTES

Also the best lesson on fiction writing.


"Nothing is built on stone; All is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone." 


"A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face." 

"It is love. I will have to run or hide. It is love with its mythologies, with its tiny useless magics. There exists a corner that I dare not cross. Now the armies confine me, the hordes.A woman hurts me in all of my body."


Tuesday, August 21, 2018

What's your favourite song these days ?

So it's there are 5 in the bed and the little one said roll over and they all rolled over and papa fell down. Oink.

The order in which we sleep in the bed - me, you, your manni (these days you call her minnie mouse), juno and papa. So in our song people fall in that order. Incidentally you fall down too and I stay and call everyone and say come over. But I refer to myself as little one and not mummy - so we are really confusing the semantics of the song here.


Anyways, I have started taking conscious efforts to spend more and more time with you. We are still not at the stage of discussing life values or philosophy or even daily chores but we have lots and lots of fun.

Yest I tried teaching you chopsticks and today you were eating noodles with toothpicks. You are also doing wonderful at school with Miss Henna - I should share some pics from there too.


Saturday, August 11, 2018

On true love

Something nobody tells you as a kid: True love—


—well, isn't exactly impossible, but it's actually kinda like a career. You keep working at it every day, and before you get there you spend years working on *yourself*.


The salary and benefits are often worth it. That's all. 💖











Friday, August 3, 2018

On confidence

As a young man, I once asked President Toda what makes a person great. Smiling brightly he replied, "It's having confidence. In life and in everything, it's confidence that counts." There are many important things in life. Among all possible answers, Mr Toda, without a moment's hesitation, cited confidence. By this, he meant of course great confidence in the Mystic Law. Confidence is single minded resolve. Confidence is courage. Confidence is hope. Confidence is inner latitude and mercy. Although confidence and the world of Buddhahood are invisible to the eye, they are certain to become manifest in concrete form.