Dew drop - destination a delusion...

On a blissful morning, on fresh green grass, cold and wet, was born a dew drop...

Waking up to the sun, shining by reflecting the divine light...
Sun gave it wings and it went invisible...
Off on a frivolous flight...

Up in the clouds - ignorant and imbecile...
Wanderer it was, went were the wind took it,watching the world...
Over the mountains, over the plains, over the seas and over the oceans...

Out of the clouds, it came down thundering, lightning lighting the way...
Secluded on peaks of peace, it grew cold and calm, hard outside - soft inside...
Drifting in a slow and soulful pace through ages, time and target immaterial...

Melting away - flowing with many, fast and ferocious, rapidly through rapids, gathering pace and space...
Directions an apparent delusion, chance ridden with choices, flow it did...
Heavy with burden, ruffled in dirt...

Through tranquil terrains, it relinquished worries...
The more it walked and saw, the calmer, clearer and deeper it grew...
Reflecting unabashedly, leaving behind the loads of past...

Progressing through poignant paths earth paves...
The journey continues, destination a delusion!

Rudimentary Repertoire

The convolution of synaptic solaces
Ignominously immaculate impregnations
Thriving theosophies perambulated
Conspicuous classifications and callous conjugations

Rudimentary repertoire of reflections
Juvenile jingoism and pretentious patronisations
Evolution - esoteric exhumation, eclectic evanescence
Scholastic stupidity - savagery through science

Encaptulated enigma includes Thee and Thou
Incubated imaginations inconspicously ignored
Shining shenanigans, celebrated successes
Ignorance and indifference, insidiously insane

Curiosity, creativity - vile virtues
Ambiguity, ambivalence - exhalted exhasperations
Congregated cowardice classified as courage
Malivalent, mistaken mastery of myth and meaninglessness - Me!

I missed you...

It is said you don't know the value of something unless you lose it,
It was just a few hours since we parted, and I was already missing you!

You have been a part of me, every morning, every evening and every night...
Those melodic moments, those intellectual investigations, those stupid surreptitiousness...
I have learnt so much through you and with you...

We were never perfect,
At times when I showed frustration and anger to you, you showed remarkable patience and calm...
At times of my distress, you have shown neglect...
At times, you have been too heavy to handle...
At times, we failed to understant eachother completely...

But the bond is far deeper, without you - I am incomplete...
Even if we part forever - I will make sure you are in safe hands...

I missed you, my computer!

It is not what it seems...

Throwing unknown and unworthy epiphanies into chaos
Deep within lies a symbiosis between success and surrender
What made us reach our seraphic or lucifugal self?

Embroiled among explicit eloquence lies the subtlety of silence
When did we embark our euphoric and eccentric expedition?

Though thought makes thou thaw through time
Why were thee trifid to testify truth for tested torment?

Ensnared and ensiled within exasperating emptiness
How was he hewed to hive hideous hostility with himself?

Sanctum serenading in serene semblance to sacrilege
Plethora of possibilities to pivot plight from pillory to paradise

Throwing unknown and unworthy epiphanies into chaos!
As lucidity of living is laved, it is not what it seems!

Self Deprication - A Joke

In the innately eccentric embodiment of myslef, I was dreaming in delusion to distinguish my anguishing and languising self from the deploring dementia called life!

What is this viciferous, virulent and vile vicinity where the very core is a conundrum!

The analysis towards making any predicted pattern or parallel leading to predicament and paralysis!

The senseless sacrilage towards savagery seems synonymously absurd with the serene sailing to sanctity!

If I were to ever attain any understanding, I would have had to travel to the edge of sanity and embrace insanity! Or have I...!

Straight Lines of life

It was a quaint evening which propelled me to repudiate my sour legs and venture out for a run! It was a bright evening with burgeoning blossoms of spring... My playlist was caressing through my ears as was the cold breeze through my body as I started my steps through the serenity of the abandoned railway track off Duthie Park! The sunshine had indeed brought out many more enthusiasts outside... cyclists, runners, joggers, walkers all briskly bereaving their day’s boredom by drenching themselves in the sunshine...

I in solitude wandered witnessing and wondering the vagaries of the surroundings! There were men and women, big and small, fit and fat, all promenading the park with a pattern... with eyes straight and steps set strongly and regimentally forward! The all seemed to have a sermonous duty to fulfil... The fallacy of fitness or grumpiness of grownups was stopping them from looking at the surrounding serenity...

Amidst this there where a few kinder not more than 3 or 4 years young, they had this innate ability to notice and nurture nature! They were jumping in and out, here and there, no pattern to be observed, no rule to govern, nothing to ponder, nothing to worry... they were in the moment, in the place and in peace!

They could observe flowers flourishing with the onset of spring... birds chirping... sunlight scattered through the spider’s web... bees savouring the tender flowers... Greenery and glee glimmering! At least these where what I could see, I am sure those children in the cherubic charm saw much more than what I could see and admire!

Somewhere the abstractness of life is lost for the sake of straight lines of life!

The Peaceful Progress Paradox

I am reviving my blog after almost a year now! Writing from the land with lush and lapidistic landscapes, Scotland – I am now living for the first time in my life – completely alone! No hostel, roommates, family or friends around leaving me with the mete of the time for myself extensive and ennui. Perhaps that brings a perfect placement for pondering pointlessly and paradoxically, things I consider my forte!

So I bring to you readers (the few they may be, if at all any! – But hey, I write for myself not an audience) the paradox of peaceful progress.
To start with, I define progress as measurable relative advancement of an entity over a period of time as a result of actions and activities involving resources and capabilities which are either evolved or obtained. E.g. An athlete gains more speed which puts him in front of a race thereby – here he has shown relative advancement in his position through the use of resources and capabilities available to him by means of practice and perseverance.

Now let us take this notion and preconditions to a larger system, our society. In absolute terms, has the world advanced from what it was 100 years earlier? Absolutely yes! But that goes un-noticed and un-comprehended and hence, what will prevail is a relative advancement: All of humanity did not have means of telecommunication 100 years back. Today some have matured and modern communication capabilities, some societies lack this advancement – this would remain a parameter of progress only until the ground gets levelled and when all societies reach the same state e.g. having a land telephone line, it will no longer be a measure of progress. As we may see, we have already moved into measuring advancement in terms of internet penetration and not based on the extent of land telephone line penetration.

Thus the parameters of relative advancement help in defining the progress and they will change once the level ground of equality or saturation is attained.

That definitely gives an edge to those societies / entities which establish the parameters, hence the clash for patent and intellectual rights. The one who owns the parameter obviously holds the ability to accelerate or decelerate the extinction of the parameter – be it nuclear technology or 3g mobile telephony, the guys who made it wants to control it.

Another factor which is going to control advancement is the availability of resources. Resources enable the endeavour to advancement, but not without the capability to utilize the resources to advance the parameters under relative measurement. That would explain the resource rich Africa being backward in almost all the measurable parameters of advancement.

That being understood, how does an entity acquire the capability to utilize these resources if they were not able to establish their own means? Electricity has been around for more than a century now – but still not omnipresent. The capability to convert coal or oil into electricity has still not penetrated every place on earth, but it can be observed that the speed of this technology being spread is increasing. This has already been researched and established through the new field of study called “Clock Speed”.

What can be observed is that when an entity establishes a parameter, it does it through the creation of a new capability, a capability which was not known to other entities before thereby throttling themselves to a higher place in progress. The key to the entity remaining in this higher platform will only be possible only till the exclusivity is maintained, as explained before, when the other entities match this capability – the result would be a raised level platform for all entities to share thereby resulting in the extinction of the parameter. Thus spin bowling was an exclusive forte of the first team which created it thereby leading to its progress, but ultimately diminishing this advancement as others caught on. Toyota leads the market with lean manufacturing only until other companies match or better this new capability.

Which means in order to remain progressive, the advancement has to be sustainable as well as at a higher rate than other entities. This would mean to hold on to the capabilities and thereby establishing new parameters of progress oneself at the same time, acquire the capabilities and thereby diminish the parameters of progress created by other entities. Simply put, steal neighbours goats and guard yours!

Thus the progress of the entity is the difference between the rate of creating new parameters / capabilities and the capability of catching up with those created by other entities.

This would bring two entities confronting for each other’s capabilities at the same time not divulging each other’s. Not a fair trade eh? But if progress as defined above were to happen, and that’s precisely how I think today’s world is defining and measuring progress we have many societies fighting with each other – either for resources or for capabilities.

That to me establishes all the quintessential requisites for paradox – Peaceful Progress!

Now I also see that this is an apparent paradox and a non-paradoxical paradox (Ah! Yes… I am getting to my elements aint I). The way out of this apparent paradoxical situation is to simply change the definition of progress – Instead of considering multiple entities, create one common omni-entity which has homogenous access to all the resources as well as the capabilities. We still would have relative advancement and would be relative but to oneself! This would apply to both micro and macro environments.

Change the definition and perception to avoid confrontation and contradiction!

PS:
All through our history, progress has been relative and that is how we have been building our societies on. Starting from sports to class rooms – we see rankings as a measure of progress. The progress report a kid gets does not measure his capabilities, but those of his peers and he is expected to be only as good as the best of the peers! There could be a whole world of possibilities beyond this restricted relative measurement and this is not the only circumstance I can think of where progression is nothing but digression.

I Found Solace in the West...

The vagabond instincts of mine have been long suppressed but found their unleashing vigor recently when I trekked through the streets of Paris. The city described as the city of lights… Sure it does have lights but a lot more… Within those crooked small streets, those tightly packed buildings, the choked parking spaces and to some eyes – dirt filled pavements lie a spirit. The pages of history could run out of numbers, but the stories underlying every stone paving the paths would go untold.

When I first walked through… I did not get atoned by the megalomania of the cathedrals nor did I feel the élan of the serene scenic surroundings. They come with every other countryside. What strikes you is the way the city talks to your inner spirit. Those who look for freedom, for art, for challenges, for passion, for complexity, for free thinking, for philosophy – I present you – Paris.

Yes you do see the babes parading the streets flaunting their fashion sense, but so does u see people with free thought, the ability to penetrate through the plagued societal mendacities, the women smoking with a rare mix of courage and intelligence. Men armed with curiosity and sharp heads to dig the unending well of knowledge and wisdom. Art accepted and appreciated for its latitudinarian eloquence. The emanation of revelatory symbolism dictates the need to free your mind.

Young minds not echoing the rhetoric chores thrown at them but breaking the barnacles to breed polemical yet poetic philosophies. The imbroglios accusations through theatre, the satirical medicament through canvas, a rationalisation of irrationalism in living, classicalism marinated with cultural concoctions – that’s a very little of much more libertarian labyrinth called Paris.

At one end you find the Seine soliloquising with the gothic gospels of Notre Dame while Eiffel’s iron mickle emancipating as a metonymy and encomia of mans liberation and emanation from Iron Age to the iron acropolis. With Museums chiselling minds to walk complex and indecipherable directions and posters calling for challenging the philosophical ardour of earlier enchantments of Voltiare and Vivaldi.

The mind with its mundane materialism acting as gangrene will feel the lucid language of art and intelligence heal the prison bound thinking we have been forced to do with societal structure built around desolate deliberations.

The subtle monologue that the city oozes out could be heard though the silence of the green carpets near busy streets or in the deserted side walks between stuck apartments. The small Bastille of today embedding a mammoth storm of the revolution… What you see in the city is not just an urge to create but also a mellowed melodrama of alternatives to the way one lives.

The city of lights enlightens and lightens your mind…

The Walker

He used to walk every day in the morning… He has been doing more than 30 years! For 30 years he had been walking the same streets every day… People at times thought he was too old to still be able to walk… Not everybody at his age where able to walk… This fellow seemed determined…

Sharp at 6.30 AM, he would be brisking through the streets, some women used be cleaning their frontal area of the houses… a typical custom in south India… almost everyone in the streets recognised him… He was a legend… people could tell the time by seeing him across the streets…

He had a bent back… age did show up in his face… but not in his walk… The determination in his walk was evident… He never needed support to walk… never did he see down nor behind… he surged like a ship… mighty!

The girl had just finished her letter… she had penned every word in the letter at haste… She did not know what she was doing was right… But for her there appeared no choice… She had to do it… She did not sleep all night… the sun was showing up at the east… If it was to be done, it was now! She made the arrangements… These were her last moments alive… Made a last glance at her pet dog through the window… and stepped up a chair and tied the fatal knot around her neck…

Another glance at her pet dog… the window was bright with light… It was summer and the day break was early… Time to say good bye… she lifted her leg to push off the chair… A faint view behind her pet was a man lying on the road… She made an attempt to see him… What difference does it make…? Another glance…

He had fallen down… holding his chest… Something was wrong… he could not scream… or may be he did not want to scream… The girl was next to him… holding his head on her lap…! His face was old… his eyes were shining… she saw his eyes… it did not show pain… It did not show fear… It was calm… there was no scream… He is dead said a person standing in the crowd… The girl had seen him everyday since the time she knew anything…

It was 6.30 AM, the street was empty but the sun was up on the east… The girl was out in the street… she was walking with determination… with confidence… she will live… she will walk… she personified possibility…!

Am I Different?

“Yes… I am unique… I am different” – Proclaimed a person who gives me most of my crazy thoughts. I usually take him for granted… I don’t question him much… But one day when he was trumpeting too much on this, I asked him… In what way are you so unique?

“I did schooling along with so many people, you succeeded some times… failed many times… jus as any other person…”

“I went to college… did my graduation… I did well in academics as well as non academic activities…” so what… there are so many people who have been able to do that…

“I worked for a small company… learnt quickly… was a good performer… good ratings and people knew I am capable…” so what… there are numerous people who have learnt much faster…

“I joined an MBA school… with just about a year’s experience I was able to come out as one of the toppers and got special appreciation for the project done there…” what difference does it make… there are people in even better MBA schools… who are of same category…

He was out of words… “What else have I done…” he murmured…

“Ah yes… I created a website for myself before I was 15…” hmmm... so what… you did become some Bill Gates or someone…

“I can paint… I can act… I can write…” some can do much better… forget it…

“Hey… I have always done some thing which was not expected out of me… No one thought I would become the topper in school… neither in college… neither in B-School…” well… what is the point…

Well… in the above snippet… I end up being both the protagonist and antagonist… Are people destined to be different after all… why nature should create people who are unique…? I can see so many animals… trees… birds… insects… do I say that this only little bee is so unique from every other bee on earth? May be not…

We have heard so much about men seeking immortality… glory… honour… destiny… words which have made people do things which are so weird to comprehend from nature’s point of view… “Hey… why did that guy go almost half through the world killing and ruining everything in his way?”… “What is he trying to do by spending so many hours of his precious life reading and writing?”… In a quest to establish the uniqueness or achieve something called self actualisation… Oh yeah… Self Actualisation… or Destiny…

I would ask… were we destined really destined to be unique?

Increase in my Over Head Cost....! :-(

Today all of a sudden my overhead costs increased by 600%... Very strange for it to jump in jus a year.. and certainly not a very good sign for the future...! Yes.. I had my hair cut done today and it cost me s$ 10... The costliest hair cut I have ever had.. and probably the worst...! It in itself had some very remarkable records...

The fisrt time I had paid so high for getting my hair cut...
The first time a women cut my hair [I trusted her a lot..! Why did she do this to me???]

The first time my hair look like an uncut grass land grazed by goats and sheets here and there...!

But i should thank her for one good thing.. Though I payed a heavy overhead cost... She made sure that the inventory does not builds up for quite some time to come...! The hair was less than 2cm long when i stepped out of the shop...!

LOVE And Law of Dimishing Utility....!

I today learnt about this god knows what "Law of Diminishing Marginal Utility", it
claims that more the quantity lesser the want for the given...!!! And pretty much
contested through the years, this law seems to have been holding ground.. Or should I
say.. No one could break this law yet...! Wierd though.. Anywez.. So I thought why not
apply this established theory to one of mans most incomprehensible phenomena..
LOVE...!
Straight forward.. One remembers the first kiss than the 264th one.. Gals
remember the firts boy friend more than the 178th one...! [Do they????].. But that
would be plain mundane application of the theory.. what makes it even more facinating
is the aftermath of the so called love that has happened...!
Cutting the crap [atleast for me].. What follows is as some believe a
wonderful period of romance.. passion.. sensuality etc.. etc.. and then all of a
sudden.. no matter what may prevent.. a slag sets in [As many claim.. They Never Lived
Happily Ever After...!]. The guy starts looking at the girl as a liability [Both in
financial terms as well as mental strain terms..!] and the gal starts looking at the
guy as the ATM which works on kisses and cuties...!
The cupid pain of the arrows of cupid suddenly start paining more than ever
before...! The cost or effort eachother were willing to pool in for each other starts
going down and down and down...!
The phone calls no longer last for hours together... The night strolls
together get shortened to lesser than the time spent in loos...! And so goes the
story...
The theory tells that as this goes on.. The value becomes at one point 0..
That is they both would not be ready to pay any price or effort or time for each
other...! Is there a way to improve this free fall...! Yaype... And economics tells
that you have to either reduce the price or increase the value proposition...!
Hey.. How do i bring down the price...! Well.. They say - Once upon a time my girl used to wait for me for hours during
dates.. and now she shouts if I am late even 5 mins..! Thats the wake up call my
friend.. The price she is willing to pay is just 5 min.. so be there within 5 min -
Else.. you know the consequenses..
And the value???That could be tough... earn more...! Well other wise.. start washing your gals
clothes...! Oh yeah...! I forgot this disclaimer telling that.. the article is unisex and male and
female can suitably apply their brains to find the cost and value yourselves...!

Lincoln’s Letter to his Son’s Teacher

He will have to learn, I know,
that all men are not just,
all men are not true.
But teach him also that
for every scoundrel there is a hero;
that for every selfish Politician,
there is a dedicated leader…
Teach him for every enemy there is a friend,

Steer him away from envy,
if you can,
teach him the secret of
quiet laughter.

Let him learn early that
the bullies are the easiest to lick…
Teach him, if you can,
the wonder of books…
But also give him quiet time
to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky,
bees in the sun,
and the flowers on a green hillside.

In the school teach him
it is far honourable to fail
than to cheat…
Teach him to have faith
in his own ideas,
even if everyone tells him
they are wrong…
Teach him to be gentle
with gentle people,
and tough with the tough.

Try to give my son
the strength not to follow the crowd
when everyone is getting on the band wagon…
Teach him to listen to all men…
but teach him also to filter
all he hears on a screen of truth,
and take only the good
that comes through.

Teach him if you can,
how to laugh when he is sad…
Teach him there is no shame in tears,
Teach him to scoff at cynics
and to beware of too much sweetness…
Teach him to sell his brawn
and brain to the highest bidders
but never to put a price-tag
on his heart and soul.

Teach him to close his ears
to a howling mob
and to stand and fight
if he thinks he’s right.
Treat him gently,
but do not cuddle him,
because only the test
of fire makes fine steel.

Let him have the courage
to be impatient…
let him have the patience to be brave.
Teach him always
to have sublime faith in himself,
because then he will have
sublime faith in mankind.
This is a big order,
but see what you can do…
He is such a fine little fellow,
my son!

Power and Fear!

"With Great Power Comes Great Responsibilty" - Thats a famous oneliner from SpiderMan.

Pretty catchy - Aint it... Well spider man clad in his blue-red costume and coupled with this onliner almost unanimously synonimises the american big brother - Bug stick - nosy porker role!

I would liek to change that onliner differently..

"With Great Power Come Great Fear - The Fear of losing it!"

This seems to be the precise satanic curse taht falls on everyone who starts to gain power or some way posesses it! No ones ready to loose it..
Parvez Musharraf wants to cling to it.. and in the fear of losing it.. goes insane! Indian politicians in rule are afraid thath if they deliver a non-populist hard hitting reforms - They would be thrown out of office - [The measures against Inflation - Save ten buks now ans lose hundred tomorrow moves!]

Now back to the Big Brother! Power somehow not rests on the american soil and culminates at the White House..! So does the fear of losing the might.

Iraq sounds like someone who would defy us.. who would choose not to be our ally and yet prosper.. How can that happen.. Lets teach em a lesson!

Well buddies.. Learn form it now! Atleast act sanely with Iran.

I somehow sense the same megalomania in Bush which i sense with Saddam...! But no one knows Saddam as a person who once recieved UNICEF award for child education programs he brought forth! Neither do we remember or possible will forever that United states had a hand in the chemical warefare that were once lodged on Kurds in northern Iraq.. [Perharps the west german generals would have had an answer then!]

Now.. Why this insanity... Thats what fear is...!

When the weak are afraid.. They peee.. But when the powerful are afraid.. They raid.. raid before the enemy awakes!

The Reality about Unreality..!

Well... Before starting please avoid paranoahia about the kinda titles i choose for the articles...! Some how i find a lot of meaning in self contradiction... Life is all about it ppl.

Unreal - Sounds a very out of earth word..
How do we define Unreality - Some thing that does not exist?
Then how do we define Existence? Hmm... Something that exists.
Well deep down we may see that there is nothing that is not real. Everything exists somewhere. Some in this universe of space-time while others in our own imaginary universe of dream n thoughts! Everything exists somewhere.
I respect the so called unreality because thats pure creativity. It is pure mind, and in itself pure... Your own.. You create it and no one is there to corrupt it.
There are infact many ways to realise this unreality.. Like the way i am typing out this blog... Realising my thoughts of the unrealistic...
Unreality sans boundary.. sans sanity.. thats great...! Now one very very interesting way of realising your unreal passions is to create it in reality... Painting.. Writing.. Movies.. Wow.. and we cherish the sans timelines...!
We still wonder at the might of picasso.. the might os Isaac Asimov.. The might of Da Vinci.. They were ppl who had a wonderful gift of creating reality out of unreality!
How much should have the Wachowski brothers pondered to create the modern day epic! If that sounds strange.. What do we answer to our Mythologies.. scores of prophecies...! Man the journey into unrealism is wonderful... Thats pure!

Well.. Now lets ponder on the unreality of reality!

Real - Hmm.. What is reality.. I we say everythings that is around us that we can feel with our 5 senses... Who said there are only 5 senses ?? There might be an oragnism somewhere which does something beyond our 5 senses...! And then which means reality is relative! For a person who cant hear.. Music is not reality...!
And now steps in our Beethovan.. The person who could not hear.. creating the most fabulous musical odysseys of all times! A person who is a genuis in something that was not real to him...! Lets dig more into reality... There are thinsg that are beyond our 5 senses... But if we cannot realise them.. Does that mean they are not there...! That would be the most stupid conclusion... Then there are so many things which we do not realise.. But might somewhere some how affect us... Which we without realising react to!
A snake which has no ears reacts to music... We too moght be dancing to the tunes of something... which we do not sense!

I would sing off this one with this paradoxical note...!

When we cannot feel something that is real... Then... The word unreal disappears... So can we say - Unreality - Our own thoughts.. Dreams.. imaginations.. are real...!

Yes.. I do believe in Deja VU.....!

Certainty is so uncertain!

Certainty is so uncertain!

Well here again a self contradicting statement has come and sat on my cerebrum! Jus as i am... certainly uncertain.

Very certainly i can say its uncertain that India would win the cricket match!

Very certainly its uncertain that the stock market would sustain ints bull run!

Very certainly uncertain that i would be able to carry this blogging forward! Hahaha..

Why dont i ever come up with simplistical ways of expressing complex things and why do i always love complicating simplistic things!

Reason... I firmly believe that there does not exixt anything on this earth that is simplistic and everythin has an embedded complexity attached to the so called simplistic appearance!

I have heard many people say.. It is not rocket science to do this and it is so simple to understand that! Well people kindly correct it...!
The reason something appears simple i would say is because something more complex is wraping it around makes it to appear illusionarily simple!

Examples! yeah why not! Jus take the case of talking or writing.. its sounds extremely simple to write down a blog.. even with seemingly simplistic thoughts like these evolving out of an extremely complex entity such as me [:-)] but yeah.. The reason it appears simple is because the framework of barin and human dexterity makes it look so simple.. Behind this is so much of complex chemical transmissions and interaction nuero senses and blah blah...! I aint any biology persona...!
But imagine us making a robot which replicates this simplistic job of writing its own blog! Ahhh... sounds more comlex than rocket science... doesnt it...! Thats what i love to do... comlicate the simplicity... the other way round would be even more interesting.. simplifying the comlexity...! The confusion that arise between these two antonyms... is really admirable...! Two antonyms which exist in hand with each other... A YIN-YANG...! The whole world is supported by such antonymical entities balancing each other...! The others are left to your dreams... Or may till i come with another diaspora of uncertainty....!

An Interview with myself....!

Three adjectives that describe you best. Why do u have to put the most difficult question on the top??? Creative... Dedicated... Ambitious

What are the nicknames you’ve had over the years? Ssb, Kombu

What do you like/dislike most about world?Like:
Coherence amongst complexity
Dislike: Natures laws are not strict???!!!

If you were not in your current profession, where would you be?
A painter... a writer... Journalist... Historian.. Archeologist...! Lot to choose from.

If you had access to a time machine, where (and when) would you go? Why?
I would go back to the time when gravity or wheels were not invented and put them on my credit...! Newton would become a copy cat..

Given an option, would you rather be rich or famous? PS: ‘Both’ is not an option.
Neither... I don want anything that comes out without me working for it...!

If the world were made of just two colours, what would you like the colours to be?
Red and Blue... They both can create 75% of the colours on earth....!

What are your hobbies?
Thining abstract stuff... confusing people... and endup confused myself...!

If you had to spend time on an island all by yourself, with the option of having just one book and unlimited supplies of your favourite food and drink (one each only), what would be the book, dish and drink?
Book: A book on Physics or Psychology would do me for life...Dish: Mushrooms or Babycorns with paneer...
Drink: Pathanir (with a freezer box)

If you wrote a book or made a movie, what would it be about and what would you call it?
The book would be about a complex human being who would try to demistify himself... I would call it "Understanding"

What does success mean to you?
Sucess means growth in all respects and a sense of spiritual ascendancy...

Do you have a blog spot and/or a personal homepage? What are the URLs?
http://indifference-diaries.blogsop.com

Fear and Power

Fear and Power... What do they have in common...A wierd combination... Look at the powerless...They fear the powered.. they are afraid of those who have power.. On the other hand... The powerful..Are they fearless?? No... they have a more fatal fear... The fear of losing power... The fear of loosing wat power they have obtained... Looking more carefully.. the whole world turns around these two words.. Those who are afraid have two choices.. Rise up and acquire power.. or seek asylum from those who have power..The state of powered aint any better though... They end up in a constant vicious circle of keeping the power to themseleves... once acquired... it makes one addicted to it... Dopes down your senses and blinds you.. makes situations so madennin that many faulter to cater the very purpose that power got into their hands... History has many such strories to offer... The roman empire to hitlet to protestantism... power has gone haywire...America has power...! so do the americans have mortal fear... And so it turns out to be that the most feared are the most afraid.............!!!

MONEY...

Money... The single entity that has the most number of lovers... The single entity that people are ready to love no matter how old she might be..how torn and tattered she might be.. Money is that one entity..for which many are ready to give life for...to take life..to hurt their loved ones... It can create the most beautiful place on earth.. and so can it destroy the most beautiful place... Can one be indifferent to money...Quite a tough call.. aint it...! Is money worth us.. or should have i asked.. are we worth the money we own...? Some revelations...Everyone have seen ppl run behind money and end up with no time to use wat they have earned..So do we see ppl who have hardly earned much having so much time.. but nothing to spend except sorrow and misery... Wat is money and life all about...The lesson... The amount of money one has aint directly proportional to happiness... and it aint go other other way too... But why do we call any person who has accumulated so much money in his life as sucessful?? Why is it always that the wealthiest countries are acclaimed and sort after to live in... while the ppl form those countries find asylum in monasteries...?? Perhaps there are a lot more we are yet to understand about money... The effect money has on ones mind...Strange it is... I find myself ready to pay 2000 for a branded shoes and fight to pay 200 to the guy who sells footwear in the platforms...??
You would eat in the cheapest of the roadside hotels.. Yet take your date to the costliest hotel and still compkain to the wiater on the tiny speck of dirt on the tail end of your fork....! Why does this opinion on money keep changin with situation???
Think we should learn more about money... more aboutt he relations money has to the mind....!
Next time you pull out your wallet or get your pay slip.. think about the effect it makes on the little guy inside your head....! wat does he say bout it...!!

Indifference....! is bliss...

I walk along the streets one evening and watch a couple... sitting close together.. hands held together... minds bonded together.. thoughts flying high above... Guess they must be dating each other...! A lotta people passing by have a sneak at them.. peep into the bliss that they have created for themselves and give out nothing but a sigh.. others gettin reminded about their good old times....
All the happenings in the world around seem to make little effect on the two drenched in each other... Indifference is Bliss....

Once in my college days... I as usual forget some stuff that has to be carried with me ot the classes... and the time long awaited by my staff gets well utilised... Am asked to get outta the class and punished and shouted at... I calmly walk outta the class... Have some snacks.. walk back to the hostel and take a nice nap while the others maintain their calm in classrooms... Indifference is Bliss...

I travel over a long distance and the person sitting near me starts snoring all through the night of travel.. That keeps a deadly vigil over me on not falling asleep...! Adding to it.. ke keeps brushing my face with the oily greasy head...! I start gazing out through the windows... creating my own world of where no one snores and has greasy heads... Indifference is Bliss....

A few days before the exams... The marriage hall near my house starts pounding the air with tons of decibels... start celebrating the union of some guy and a gal.. The noise generated makes every one in the blast radius aware of it and gathers them whole lot of curse right there on the starting day of their marriage... I lay there reading those books.. inevitable is inevitable... Indifference in Bliss....

I have found so much confort in my indifferenec that these days... I am able to do any kinda stuff.. My mind and body in full synchronism... without a bit of Crib and Cry.. True... Indifference is bliss....

I listen to songs of utter nonsense while those around me laud it... Hear those bogus claims by people unawares of wat they are talking about.. A smile sparks in your face... Not a rage to argue and fight...!

All it takes to become indifferent is provocation... When you have been provoked enough... the provokers have nothing left in you to provoke any further... all they do to you... Is mochery.. Utter mockery of themselves...
When i see some one doing those crazy acts of provocation... you can find yourself as a person.. Indifferent... when all you have in reply.. is a smile....!