Saturday, November 12, 2011

Loose Blogger's Consortium (LBC): Firsts in My Life...not really

This is a really hard topic for me so instead of writing something stupid, I'll share a funny video :)


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Tuesday, November 08, 2011

Loose Bloggers' Consortium (LBC): My Wildest Fantasy

When I have to choose one thing from a bunch of other things I equally like, I tend to be terribly indecisive. The solution therefore, at least for the purpose of this topic is to list 'em all! So here we go, my wildest fantasies...

1. Climb the peaks below:

Mt. Everest, Nepal
Darjeeling Photos
Goecha-La (K2 Base Camp), Sikkim/Bhutan
Photo courtesy: TripAdvisor.com

Mt. Kilimanjaro, Kenya/Tanzania
Macchu Picchu, Peru

This list is really quite long and I've had a hard time cutting it down to these four...which are reasonably achievable except Mt. Everest perhaps.

2. Have my own observatory in the back garden



3. Live in an entirely self-sufficient "hobbit house" for the rest of my life once I earn enough to stop working



4. Have a pet Elephant



5. If and when I build my own house (hobbit or not), make my room in a small lighthouse with spiral staircase


Hope you enjoyed the ride through my wildest fantasies...but now that this week's title has made me think so much about these, I fee like giving it my best to try and make these a reality! :)

P.S: Apologies for not having commented on other blogs and replied to comments on my blog. I was hoping to do it today but couldn't due to a huge back log! I will be doing it tomorrow for sure.
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Sunday, October 30, 2011

Loose Bloggers' Consortium (LBC): Focus...with some Reflection & Gratitude List

There are things we all experience which are hard to come to terms with. Some occur as a direct consequence of our own actions while with some other events, we tend to get dragged in somehow. It may take very long to put the pieces together of this grand puzzle we inadvertently become a part of. Some others, we may never manage to come to terms with. The last few weeks while I was away from LBC and other regular activities on and offline, all I was really doing was trying to convince myself that I am busy. Working insane number of hours, forcing a hectic schedule of social events on top of it (mainly due to Diwali), and trying very hard to run away from some of the old junk that squats in my memory-yard. This is relevant for today's topic as it made me realise how easy it really is to lose focus in life given the seemingly unlimited number of such factors that pull us in all directs all at once. I don't know about others but at least I have found it extremely difficult to keep a sharp focus in almost every sphere of my life thus far. While the perception has surprisingly been the opposite when it comes to the opinions of my parents, friends and other important people in my life. Diwali marks the beginning of new year for Hindus and my focus this new year is three-fold: Reflect, re-focus and express my gratitude to everyone who has made a difference this year.

Reflection

The past year was incredibly tumoltuous with extreme highs and lows. I graduated with better than expected grades, found a decent job straight after, got a place at Imperial College London for postgraduate study (it was always a dream!!), experienced divine bliss after crossing the Sar Pass in Himalayan trek this summer, found some amazing friends....while losing a few others, witnessing abrupt end to perhaps the most cherished relationship of my life, and passing away of a very close and dear friend. This friend lost her life in the earthquake that hit the Pacific coast of South America earlier this year. Although we spent only a year together in high school, the friendship was one of the closest and purest I ever had with anyone. I still regret there was no proper goodbye, it didn't have to be this way. As for the other disrupted relationships and lost friends, I only blame myself for perhaps not having done enough to not let this happen. Somewhere I did indeed go terribly wrong in not having recognised the true value they had. I guess some things must be lost in order for us to realise their true worth. 

Re-Focus

Prime focus is not to lose focus again. Many of our losses are as a result of losing focus very early on the way. Not again. Other things to sort out include getting more organised, no more procrastination and not feeling the need to regret anything over this new year.

Gratitude List
  1. Ashok: Thank you for helping me become a part of LBC. I understand now why you always called these wonderful people like your family. Grateful forever!
  2. PVR: Giving the gift of knowledge so rare and unique. I wish there were more selfless souls like you.
  3. A, L, C: You know who you are and you know why this hasn't been disclosed. Thanks though for letting me crash at your place when I was homeless for the last few weeks of uni. 
  4. Roz & Al: No achievements of this year could have been possible without your unrelenting support and encouragement.
  5. Noor: For being ever so honest, supportive, genuine and one of the very few people I feel I could turn to without having to think twice! You would have been number one had this list not been in reverse chronological order =P
  6. Niki: Can't thank you enough for sticking by me in the hardest of times over the last four years and putting up  with my eccentricities. I pray the day when I become worthy of repaying your debt comes soon! I will always keep my promise of being there forever, never hesitate :-) Also, you get a free "sorry" with this thank you, and I know it's not enough...but still, take it its free, unlike lunch!
...and last but not the least, Sir Ramana Muser for giving me this idea of having a gratitude list!

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Monday, October 24, 2011

Short poems...yet another filler

Some random short poems, still couldn't get in the mood to write themed posts but will get there soon! :)


The lighthouse keeper would count the ships
...that sparkled in the light of moon
Waves devoured the stars
...and the foghorn played with the winds


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Sunday morning sunshine, the smell of coffee brew
and burnt toast with marmalade on the side;
The lazy eyes notice how meaning loses itself after a while


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Oil asks the wick, I burn you or you I?
The light just smiles..and the flame sighs



Sunday, October 23, 2011

Almost back..!!

Hello everyone (esp. the LBC), despite promising to be back by today on LBC, I've not really found the "peace of mind" and indeed a silent hour to be able to write as of yet. I positively hope to officially return by tomorrow or latest by Tuesday night GMT when I will begin blogging and replying to all those comments. Until then, here's one of my favourite song to fill this page and make some of the older followers of this blog a little nostalgic - Here comes the sun by George Harrison :-)


Saturday, September 24, 2011

Marriage: An Oriental Perspective - Loose Bloggers' Consortium (LBC)

Welcome to the Loose Bloggers Consortium, where AkankshaAnuAshokConradDeliriousgaelikaaGrannymarOrdinary JoeMagpie11Maria the Silver FoxNemaNoorPadmumPaulRamana SirWill knotand I write on the same topic. Please visit the other blogs to get seventeen different takes on today's topic, chosen by Conrad.


The concept of marriage in Indian culture is rooted in the philosophy expounded by the Vedas which practically touch every aspect of human life and the sphere of activities. Contrary to popular belief, there is nothing religious about them, at least as far as the traditional western conception of religion goes. You may just be surprised to see the similarities with what it means in other cultures. Moreover, some of the things they talk about are so generic, they really can be applied right across the board no matter what one's faith is. Marriage is considered to be the fundamental unit of society. To use an analogy, married couple and their family is like the cell in our body, several such cells make tissue (several married couples/families = local community). A group of such tissues forms our organs (several local communities = society). Several organs with certain similarities form organ systems, e.g. nose, wind pipe, lungs form the respiratory system (many societies with similar belief systems, customs and traditions = region). Several organ systems ultimately form our body (several diverse regions = nation). In our body, mutation in a single cell may give rise to a tumour which if unchecked, can spread across the body with systemic manifestations and this cancer ultimately leads to destruction. Dysfunctional marriages break down families, broken families lead to displaced individuals who having lost their way in life are vulnerable to follow wrong paths. This is the beginning of cancer. If it spreads, the society is driven on a course of self-destruction. Destroyed societies lead to downfall of nations or civilisations. Therefore, the bottom line is that saying whether or not one should marry is a personal choice and nobody else has the right to interfere with it is not good enough. When individual liberties encroach upon the social welfare, the forces that bind such societies together have every right to check these freedoms in question. A common approach in treating cancer is killing all tumour cells. Similarly, the only effective approach to prevent, avoid and avert societal disintegration can only be nipping the tumour of dysfunctional marriages in the bud, by eradicating ideologies which give rise to such tendencies. Unfortunately the case in India today is quite the opposite.

In Indian culture, even marriage is based on the concept of "detachment in attachment". One of the treatises that deal with structure and functioning of an ideal society ("Manusmiriti" or The Code of Manu) describe it thus: Human life (assuming a life span of a 100 years) is divided in 4 quarters, each lasting roughly 25 years. The first quarter is all about following complete chastity, purity of thought, word and deed, gaining knowledge and skills necessary for one's chosen profession and so forth. In ancient times, when a child was between seven to eight years old, he would be sent to the teacher's house for a period of 18 years to gain knowledge and learn the importance of service and surrender. The child was not allowed to ever see his parents for this 18 years period and was expected to treat the teacher and his or her family as his own. At 25, the child would return home to his parents, get married and start his own family. Bear in mind that by the time a child turns 25, the parents are about 50 years old. Between 25-50, a person would be expected to enjoy all aspects of marital life and engage in productive work. By doing so, one should earn wealth with an aim to distribute it for the needy once the family needs are taken care of. Such a householder is the foundation of society where every act one performs is supposed to be selfless. If one earns money, it should be with a desire to use it for right purposes; if one begets offspring, it should be with an intention that these children are a debt I owe to the society - my duty is to raise them such that they continue the tradition of self-less service to their society, nation and the whole world. At 50, one would be expected to leave family, possessions and society and depart for pilgrimage, following which they must dedicate the next 20-25 years in self-less service to the society in any capacity feasible. When they eventually become old and unable to work, at about 75 years old or so, they should retire to a secluded place, and spend their remaining days in spiritual pursuit. This could then involve following whichever means of praying one feels strongly about. Some would choose meditation and silence, others would choose another form of praying, yet others who are still able bodied may decide to continue with selfless service.

I must highlight a few things here. The above mentioned things were only and only expected of a male child. Patriarchal society to blame? Not quite. All spiritual traditions in the spectrum of Indian philosophy have one thing in common, a belief in complete surrender and respect to women. This is because above all, Mother is considered to be the supreme most object of respect because she is the one who brings life to this plane and sustains it. Women are not required to undergo such austerities and it is said in the scriptures that for women, the easiest way to reach the "kingdom of God" is to simply engage in what comes to them naturally, things such as being true to their caring and affectionate nature regardless of the activities they are involved in. For this reason alone, if one observes carefully, in the 4 divisions of life, women only leave their parents to live with their husbands at the age of 25. Until then they enjoy all the happiness and luxuries of being with their families. However, in those times, as parents would leave the house at 50, it only made sense that the woman moves in with her husband. As the husbands parents would leave their house soon after anyway, the net effect is that the husband and wife stay together by themselves with their children.

Another very interesting thing is the words in Sanskrit for a married man and woman. A married man is known as "grihastha" literally meaning "the one who lives in the house". A married woman, however, is called "grihini" literally meaning "the one who possesses (owns) the house". What's more, it is considered a sin for a married man to be at home between the hours of sunrise and sunset, a bigger sin yet to rest while at work unless for genuine reasons and an even bigger sin if he doesn't treat his wife as an equal. Whoever says women are powerless in Indian society due to cultural reasons, here is the answer. It is a lack of awareness and understanding of the culture by the people which causes the problems we see today. It is a complete disregard for scriptural injunctions and a know-it-all attitude with a tendency to follow one's own whims and fancies more than what is morally and culturally appropriate that is to blame. The divisions of society and of human life are balanced. Any deviation from this is perversion at best and sacrilege at worse!

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Breath - Loose Bloggers Consortium (LBC)

Welcome to the Loose Bloggers Consortium, where AkankshaAnuAshokConradDeliriousgaelikaaGrannymarOrdinary JoeMagpie11Maria the Silver FoxNemaNoorPadmumPaulRamana SirWill knotand I write on the same topic. Please visit the other blogs to get seventeen different flavours of the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by Padmini.




Breathe free while you can, they may start taxing Oxygen sooner than we'd like to imagine!


Thursday, September 15, 2011

Love, Revenge and Justice



Over the past few days I have been thinking. This itself should suffice as a breaking news bulletin. However, this time the thinking managed to yield a little something useful, at least for myself. It all began with a rather lengthy conversation with a very good friend. It was an exercise in "freeing up" some space in mind's hard disk so to speak. Cutting the chase, it was about a certain issue both of us have been facing since a few months now. Although the particulars differ, the bottom line is same, its about experiences of riding emotional roller coasters. A common theme soon appeared, and that was mainly around three things - love, revenge, memory. Following is simply a screen dump of the toxic waste this created in my cerebral cavity, just free flowing thoughts resulting from that conversation. This friend I mentioned suffered from a major heart break that is stopping her from moving on in life. This followed what she prefers calling as injustice by a certain selfish individual who struck her life like a lightening, only to have left a few years later leaving behind significant damage. This led her to believe that love is fake, revenge is justified and memory (and a good memory at that) is not always a gift. This is what I have been thinking about.

Firstly, I am still not entirely sure what this thing love is all about. Of course I understand the classification, definitions, implications and consequences. Nonetheless, the thing I don't quite grasp is its relevance. Is every human being capable of love, at least in the sense this emotion is understood by the masses? Is it ever possible to love but not love at the same time? Is love possible without attachment? If there is no attachment, can it be called love? Is love minus attachment just as credible? I don't mean commitment, faithfulness, loyalty, etc as is the case in a romantic relationship...those things are paramount. The only problem I have is with attachment. Maybe this is total nonsense. But something inside me makes me feel it may just work if done the right way.

Second point on agenda was revenge. This friend of mine now seeks revenge, but her idea of revenge is pretty unusual from what I have been exposed to so far. She has a very elaborate plan of wreaking havoc in this person's life, systematically, steadily, one step at a time, in a way that the memory of this wrong doing never fades from his mind. I feel somewhat ashamed that the primary advice she wanted from me was whether the plan would work and if I could suggest any improvements to cause even more damage. Regardless, having taken an indifferent stance in this matter, I feel better about myself now. This made me think about the nature of revenge. I remember reading many years ago a quote by Sir Francis Bacon - "Revenge is a kind of wild justice; which the more man's nature runs to, the more ought law to weed it out". It has only started to make sense now. However, is revenge always by definition wrong? Or are there acceptable forms of revenge? I have come to understand over time that its not really what we do but our intentions behind doing it that matter. Looking at it from this perspective, could revenge taken only with an intention to establish justice and bring someone who has a habit to do injustice to account be considered acceptable? Well one argument may well be that this is not revenge any more then because there is no personal satisfaction involved. However, is it worth all the time and energy spent to achieve it?

As for the third point, well I've written enough to continue with that. It was quite insignificant compared to these two heavy weights so I'll just leave it for now.


*In case anyone is wondering what's that picture doing up there...it is meant to be suggestive. It is a photograph of different patterns created by smoke. Just a subtle innuendo that maybe smoke isn't always bad, perhaps it too has beauty of its own :)

Friday, September 09, 2011

Things I don't tell about myself - Loose Blogger's Consortium (LBC)

Welcome to the Loose Bloggers Consortium, where AkankshaAnuAshokConradDeliriousgaelikaaGrannymarOrdinary JoeMagpie11Maria the Silver FoxNemaNoorPadmumPaulRamana SirWill knotand I write on the same topic. Please visit the other blogs to get seventeen different flavours of the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by Any and Gaelikaa.

This topic really made me feel like it is some kind of a rite of passage to become a part of the "inner circle" of what I always like to describe as elite group of bloggers - LBC! Fair enough, challenge accepted. Here I am coming clean as never before and some of the things I say are leaving the deep dark chambers of my mind for the first time ever. Not that they are dark things per se. The reason I never mentioned them to anyone is not because I wouldn't want people to know about it, but simply the fact that a few of those things have caused unnecessary controversy in the past which made me adapt a policy to shut up whenever possible about them; while other things have simply always been out of scope in most conversations I have had with people so never felt the need to disclose them. Here we go then:
  1. I really am 22 years old, or will be in a few days. I feel the need to emphasise this sometimes as it gets overlooked way too often. Though I never mention this.
  2. There occurred a drastic change in my personality and behaviour all of a sudden when I was about ten years old. People who knew me before then would not only not recognise me now in anyway, but would refuse to believe what they see as well. I have recently been told a few of these people have been stalking my blog out of curiosity, and this one is especially for them. You know it, if you know it.
  3. I used to be extremely short tempered and violent before then. It's a joke if you see me now.
  4. I spent more time out of classroom than inside for being one of the troublemakers in school.
  5. I am a teetotal. At the risk of sounding boastful, I am too good at disguising it at social events. Nobody knows this and if some people knew, they wouldn't believe for a second.
  6. I used to be an atheist and a communist. Then I started thinking. Which meant I thought I knew it all. Until I discovered spirituality. Which made me realised I had lost the plot for too long. Now I know its best when you know nothing.
  7. I am an idealist and a perfectionist in everything I do. This does not mean I am a tidiness freak, quite the contrary in fact if you look at my room (I believe in entropy-natural law of chaos). Not necessarily expecting others to be so, though still subtly and indirectly encouraging people to strive for perfection.
  8. I believe in fate. Learnt it the hard way. Too convinced to turn around.
  9. I am what some may call a man of principles and morals, tipping over to puritanism at times. This is because I believe from experience that it is very much possible and practical to have morals/principles in life and live by them.
  10. There was a time when I found basic spelling and grammar of English more difficult than rocket science. This time was not too long ago. I realised that times do change. I am better at English now than I am with my mother tongue. Shame on me, or maybe not.
  11. I ran away from home at the age of twelve in search of knowledge. Got robbed at the train station, had to walk home in heavy rain and make up an excuse for where I had been all day. My parents would be in shock if they learn of this.
  12. I have been slapped by a monkey for imitating it. This is not a joke. I still like monkeys.
  13. I was terrified of ants when I was too young to start forming memories.
  14. I am very committed when it comes to relationships that matter.
  15. Those who know this can testify the extent to which I can and have gone for love (of anything/anyone). The same people would, however, want to shoot me if they knew that if need be, I can be equally scheming and cunning in plotting elaborate traps to destroy the enemy. I believe in loving the enemy and hating the vice.
  16. There are some memories I wish I could hide forever, even from myself. I know I shall find peace only when I manage to free myself from these.
  17. I tend to have a highly philosophical perspective to most things, which could be rather unnerving for some who belong to the reductionist school of thought.
  18. I detest the contemporary education and political system. I believe there is a solution. I recognise the solution is impossible to apply in current circumstances and these times. I stop bothering, though still feeling bad for those who suffer.
  19. My only joy in life is travelling and trekking. If it was up to me, I'd have a permanent base up in the mountains.
  20. One day when I am older (than I am now), I wish to give up everything to settle in some small Indian village running a school or something...writing, travelling and eventually getting away from civilisation to spend my last days in peace in some remote forest on a mountain.
This list will never end...Hope you enjoyed reading :-)


Wednesday, September 07, 2011

Echoes of Silence - Chapter 1

Hello everyone,

This may come as a bit of a surprise to some. I am starting a new series on my blog today, in which I will be posting chapters from the novel I am trying to write in their true sequence. I would be most grateful for any help readers could provide by honestly critiquing the work and of course, any advice would be appreciated.

I hope you enjoy reading. The title is still undecided, but tentatively I have decided on "Echoes of Silence" which is also a title of one of my old poems. More than anything, this is my attempt at experimenting with a different style of writing, which combines elements of suspense, comedy and surrealism simultaneously, hopefully giving readers a chance to explore these rather paradoxical emotions in one go. No idea how successful it would be, but no harm trying!

Enjoy, comment, critique..Thank you! :-)
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The Rain

The rain did not stop, many hours had passed. I was standing in the window of my second floor apartment on a typical Sunday morning, trying to make sense of what was going on. The scene on the street below was ordinary, yet there was a strange air of mystery to those otherwise mundane ongoings. There was a little boy enjoying the rain, sailing his paper boats on the water logged street. Passers-by had been waiting for nearly over an hour in the shops on the other side of the street, hoping for the rain to stop. The rain did not stop though. If anything, the downpour was getting worse with the running hands of the clock. A few cars had broken down due to water clogging their engines; their grumbling, thick black smoke from their exhausts and the helpless attempts of their drivers to get them running again were all adding to the richness of this scene. The rain still did not stop. The little boy had got fed up of all his boats sinking due to the rain. An intelligent fruit seller observing this offered to hold his umbrella over the boat. Seeing them sailing on the high puddles, looking mighty as if in the high seas, the child's pride was very much visible in that priceless smile! There was a surreal symphony between the battering rain drops and cacophony on the street. Some children, slightly older than the child sailing paper boats were trying to catch fish in the water logged on that street. Perhaps innocence was the only thing the rain was not able to wash away. It was 9.15am. I was struggling to realise that the two hands of the clock are of different length, thinking for a moment there was only one arm going round the dial.

In the background, kettle was brewing tea. Its aroma filled the room. I was spoilt for choice, should I shut the window and enjoy this smell, or should I stick my head out of the window and take in the beautiful fragrance of earth after rain. The rain had still not stopped. News channels were flashing the same headlines as they were the night before. There was a slight chill in the air, but I was trying to live every moment of this weather. A strange joy was taking me over. It was like an avalanche, against which I had no defence but to be destroyed. The destroyer was only joy after all, a rather euphoric feeling. It was a mixture of content, happiness, peace and tranquillity. The clock showed 9.30am now. Only fifteen minutes had past, and it felt as if I had been standing there for years. I could still not make up my mind regarding my preferred smell. It was still raining. I was smiling. Still standing in the window, I was able to see the television screen in the living room of the apartment opposite mine on the other side of that street. The children there were busy watching circus, a clown with his red nose and patch-work attire was performing a juggling act. The audience were clearly impressed. The children watching this on television were in awe. I was smiling. The clown was showing full set of his teeth too. This is when a sudden though threw me out of that trance-like state. I thought to myself, "Would that clown really be this happy? Does his smile come from a happy heart? What then, is the source of my smile?"

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The rain had still not stopped. The clock showed 6pm. I was sitting in my couch with a cup of tea, the tea had gone cold by now. News channel was still on. "Have I lost my mind?", I thought to myself again. Surely this was a probability, if not a real possibility. Especially after the events of the preceding week. But what had happened? I didn't seem to remember a thing. I looked around in the living room, and saw all newspapers thrown open on every inch of available surface. I realised why the news channel was still on, after days. It had been exactly a week since the calamity of last Sunday. They were nowhere to be found after that lightening had struck. It was confirmed by the local Police that at least thirty five were missing, and three bodies found on the scene. Thankfully none of those bodies were theirs. Then where might they be? If I had not by then, I sure was loosing my mind now.

The telephone rang, and I rushed with thumping heart and hopeful mind that it would be the harbinger of that much awaited news. It was the kind neighbour calling to check on me and see if any news had come yet. Everyone seemed to be more concerned for the children, and perhaps rightly so. We all loved them dearly. Where would they be? Where would she be? Are they even alive? All kind of thoughts gathered like those rain clouds in my mind again. The dreariness was growing within. I looked outside the window once more. It was dark. Everyone had gone away. The street was clear now, just the water, and the rain which still had not stopped.