Moti-weight

Motivate
Moti-weight
Mota-paet

And insanity creeps in...

Mota paet
sadak pe late
gaadi aayi
phat gaya paet...

lol
(I chanted this many a times as a kid but stopped when I became fat....)

Tough keeping motivated!

Discipline. The new keyword in Anu's and my life.
I just keep realising how undisciplined we both are. We both set our hearts on something and then don't do anything to achieve it.
I know there is inherently a problem trying to keep 'achieve'ing and never be satisfied enough. But then like I said, we have our heart set upon it, and so what we want to do is something that gives us happiness. It's just that we can't let ourself get motivated enough to fulfill that desire of ours.
Just watched 'Dasvidaniya'. Nice movie which got me thinking on similar lines. 'Ten things to do before I die'... Its probably not a bad idea to make such a list but then it has to be made as if we ARE going to die in three months; and then keep on doing them and replenishing the list. But we know we won't die, so we won't be motivated enough. Where is the 'danda' that has become the quintessential motivator?
I used to be, and still am, quite jealous of people who get motivated internally and not depend on deadlines, examinations, and submissions to motivate them.
Anyway, I'll try and keep creating a danda of some kind to keep me (us) going.
There is so much to do and I can't wait. But first things first, I am making a list. And boy, am I excited. Grin

Dim Lights

She walked in her overcoat,
like a weasel in fox's disguise.
The early Monday evening was quiet,
softly bristling leaves cradling the pale yellow glow.
Memoryless, painless, joyless,
her calm causing her fright.
She wondered if this was the eye of the storm,
when everything had died?
but there was none to speak of,
no storm brewing, not even in the teacup.
Left or right, or straight ahead and dive,
she smiled at her silly choice.
Turning right, she sighed
at the familiarity of the scene,
at the desire to see something exciting.
Her wisdom killed her,
why couldn't she be unaware?
That desires were an illusion,
ends were just pastimes,
in this unreal mirage.
Sitting on the bench,
braving the cold breeze,
She asked herself some questions.
No existential dilemmas but some molly-coddling,
sweet, caring words,
Do you want anything darling?
What did you find out today?
Do you want to play?
She nodded and coo-ed to herself,
And gradually let herself be aware,
to the voices of people around her,
to the bells chiming in the distance.
Slowly she got up, turned back, and walked,
noticing the pink horizon for the first time that night.