When i do plan something nice, and wait for it to happen. It hardly does. Most times, i stop myself from proceeding, as i know it'll not work out. Atleast the wretched feeling of chagrin is saved.
All the eagerness, excitement vanishes to leave an empty feeling. A very empty one. It does get very annoying(mind you, i'm trying to be nice here, as 'annoy' is just the tip of the iceberg). But, isn't that the path which all of us have to undertake?
Everything that we wish for need not prove itself true. The worst case scenario is when everything flops. Inshallah!! Hope none of us face such a situation, ever.
Such a scene teaches us patience. More importantly, it helps us concentrate on other stuff. Thus, we tend to rediscover old incidents, habits. We also learn in the process. Learn about new things.
At times, when i do arrive at a phase as this one, what would i have done?
The first thing that i would have done is pick a book and read through it. If the situation is really desparate, i'd rather choose, something, that i know will comfort me. I'd derive a smile from those characters.
Painting would be a another option. I think so. On oil paper, if my mood picks up. Or on MS-Paint. I think i'd go for oil-the paper option, than using MS-Paint software. I've begun to enjoy the movement of brushes on paper. And the manner in which colours merge, ah!!
Music can be the third. You know which song will cheer your senses. And you tend to play a couple of times.
To sense the winds and the works of a milieu of people walking about the place. I realized that it's very soothing recently. It can calm a frizzled mind, to quite an extent.
Perhaps, the last on the list will be to switch on the television set. For i've come to not depend on it for recreation. They always broadcast some rot, when you are indeed free.
What would you do?
Friday, June 29, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
I need to apologise. I've been on a template changing spree since yesterday.
It can be very annoying to see the same thing undergo variations(by the dozen), by the minute. Blame it on my obsession with colours. Different colours gets preferences each minute. And the limitations that one has. How i wish i had the entire colour wheel to my aid. In vain!
I hope the new layout is fine. I liked it(which is obvious!)
The best part is the the background that is seen behind the title. I'm glad it came out in this way. After all the manisfestations it underwent on ms-paint.
I'm sorry again. Thanks for bearing with me!
It can be very annoying to see the same thing undergo variations(by the dozen), by the minute. Blame it on my obsession with colours. Different colours gets preferences each minute. And the limitations that one has. How i wish i had the entire colour wheel to my aid. In vain!
I hope the new layout is fine. I liked it(which is obvious!)
The best part is the the background that is seen behind the title. I'm glad it came out in this way. After all the manisfestations it underwent on ms-paint.
I'm sorry again. Thanks for bearing with me!
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
nuances of the night
Sometimes i stand at the door. That which faces the street.
I stand at the door at night. When nippy breezes makes my already wet feet shiver. The dust raised settles on my spectacles. I remove them, wipe it thoroughly against the edge of my shirt. And place them against the bridge on my nose.
Streetlights create eery patches of light underneath them. Ranging from a fluorescent yellow.... a pale shade.... into an inky blue-black hue. One can spot shadows shuffling by, if careful attention is paid. For shadows can trick the eyes. Quite easily.
Interesting incidents happen. Interesting because i see a panorama laid in front of me. A lone cow treading step by step. Three bikes zoom by me, i can hear them turn around the corner after a few seconds later. Shrill squeals can be heard, which pierce the night, the sound of brakes. At times, the acrid smell of burnt rubber can also be sensed. It is not pleasant.
Lights of various shades, white, yellow, vermillion, spill out of an open door. I don't have a watch on me. But, i can hear a song which heralds a particular soap. I then realise, it's ten in the night. Mother sights me at the door. She disappears without a word. I continue to witness the night in it's pristine glory for some more time.
There, a handful of boys gather in a neighbour's verandah. They converse in soft tones. Inbetween, a loud cheer is heard. What made them cry out in joy? I look at them. Caught in an exciting chatter, they don't seem to apprehend my gaze.
A flower-seller pushes his cart along the road. The fragrance of those flowers lasts even after the vendor is long past me. Overwhelming! He calls out in a strong voice, asking people to buy flowers from him. Some ladies do venture out of their doorsteps.
A mechanic passes by with grease colouring his clothes..... a lady walks quickly, the pallu of her saree drawn around her shoulders to protect her from the biting breezes..... a small family: father, mother, and a daughter.... their pace is slow as they enjoy a nocturnal stroll.
I look at the sky. Clouds hide the stars. It's said that clouds assumes a red tinge when laden with moisture. Various tones of red fill the sky. Perhaps, it will rain during the night. I see something glitter. Silver for a moment, it takes up a golden colour the next moment.
I think. Perhaps, my eyelids droop with the weight of sleep. No. On a second glance, i notice a kite. Caught amongst the fronds of a coconut tree, it swayed to the tunes of the wafts of air. Made of plastic, it shone splendidly, when light fell on it.
I stand at the door at night. When nippy breezes makes my already wet feet shiver. The dust raised settles on my spectacles. I remove them, wipe it thoroughly against the edge of my shirt. And place them against the bridge on my nose.
Streetlights create eery patches of light underneath them. Ranging from a fluorescent yellow.... a pale shade.... into an inky blue-black hue. One can spot shadows shuffling by, if careful attention is paid. For shadows can trick the eyes. Quite easily.
Interesting incidents happen. Interesting because i see a panorama laid in front of me. A lone cow treading step by step. Three bikes zoom by me, i can hear them turn around the corner after a few seconds later. Shrill squeals can be heard, which pierce the night, the sound of brakes. At times, the acrid smell of burnt rubber can also be sensed. It is not pleasant.
Lights of various shades, white, yellow, vermillion, spill out of an open door. I don't have a watch on me. But, i can hear a song which heralds a particular soap. I then realise, it's ten in the night. Mother sights me at the door. She disappears without a word. I continue to witness the night in it's pristine glory for some more time.
There, a handful of boys gather in a neighbour's verandah. They converse in soft tones. Inbetween, a loud cheer is heard. What made them cry out in joy? I look at them. Caught in an exciting chatter, they don't seem to apprehend my gaze.
A flower-seller pushes his cart along the road. The fragrance of those flowers lasts even after the vendor is long past me. Overwhelming! He calls out in a strong voice, asking people to buy flowers from him. Some ladies do venture out of their doorsteps.
A mechanic passes by with grease colouring his clothes..... a lady walks quickly, the pallu of her saree drawn around her shoulders to protect her from the biting breezes..... a small family: father, mother, and a daughter.... their pace is slow as they enjoy a nocturnal stroll.
I look at the sky. Clouds hide the stars. It's said that clouds assumes a red tinge when laden with moisture. Various tones of red fill the sky. Perhaps, it will rain during the night. I see something glitter. Silver for a moment, it takes up a golden colour the next moment.
I think. Perhaps, my eyelids droop with the weight of sleep. No. On a second glance, i notice a kite. Caught amongst the fronds of a coconut tree, it swayed to the tunes of the wafts of air. Made of plastic, it shone splendidly, when light fell on it.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
tidy environs
As i strolled along D.V.G Road the other day, i realised that they were no bins where one could dump scraps, spoons, paper plates.... etc.
I had bought chaat, and on finishing it, i had to scout for a place to dispose the litter. And this road serves as a hub to various sections of the society.
Even the area around Vidhana Soudha, High Court do not have dustbins dotting the footpaths. These places house many government offices. Where one can observe squeals and red lights accompanying an entourage of white cars, every now and then.
My bag usually contains wrappers of various kinds stacked into it. As the route i take fails to house dustbins. On reaching home, the dustbin in my room overflows with litter.
A few vendors sell bananas near Hudson Circle. They have cane baskets where one can throw the peal. That's pretty sensible. Those people collect the junk at the end of the day and dispose them God knows where. But, the place is safe from banana skins.
Can't we learn something from these folks? They draw my admiration whenever i see them.
In the least, M.G. Road has small bins lining the road. Whether commuters use it or not, it does serve the purpose. It is left to the conscience of the people to make good use of it, and keep their surroundings tidy.
We are talking about major locations in the city which teems with people, be it, any time of the day. It is the responsibilty of the BBMP to maintain the cleanliness of the area. At the same time, we cannot shrug off our obligations too.
It is better for us to make conscious efforts in this regard, then waiting for the authorities to gain enlightenment. There seems to be some amount of satisfaction attached to it.
I had bought chaat, and on finishing it, i had to scout for a place to dispose the litter. And this road serves as a hub to various sections of the society.
Even the area around Vidhana Soudha, High Court do not have dustbins dotting the footpaths. These places house many government offices. Where one can observe squeals and red lights accompanying an entourage of white cars, every now and then.
My bag usually contains wrappers of various kinds stacked into it. As the route i take fails to house dustbins. On reaching home, the dustbin in my room overflows with litter.
A few vendors sell bananas near Hudson Circle. They have cane baskets where one can throw the peal. That's pretty sensible. Those people collect the junk at the end of the day and dispose them God knows where. But, the place is safe from banana skins.
Can't we learn something from these folks? They draw my admiration whenever i see them.
In the least, M.G. Road has small bins lining the road. Whether commuters use it or not, it does serve the purpose. It is left to the conscience of the people to make good use of it, and keep their surroundings tidy.
We are talking about major locations in the city which teems with people, be it, any time of the day. It is the responsibilty of the BBMP to maintain the cleanliness of the area. At the same time, we cannot shrug off our obligations too.
It is better for us to make conscious efforts in this regard, then waiting for the authorities to gain enlightenment. There seems to be some amount of satisfaction attached to it.
Friday, June 22, 2007
The weather's bleak. Courtesy, some dratted cyclone that hangs over Chennai.
Where exactly is the monsoon?
It's supposed to be raining cats and dogs in Bangalore. Only a light drizzle is to be observed. I thought that the rain clouds were kind enough to postpone the rains till about this week. I was all prepared to get drenched in the rain, expecially now that my exams are over. Another cyclone near Oman stalled the winds carrying rain in the previous week.
Will we ever get to face heavy downpours?
It's dreary outside. A continuation since that past few days. I usually like the cold breezes that is common in this season. Some hot fritters, or a lip-smacing bar of ice-cream... i enjoy the latter than the former. But, this time, the environment is a mirror to the situation that i'm involved in.
Cheerlessness looms everywhere. The coming days do not appear to hold any nice things. All is sundry. I've stopped cheering myself. Hoping that something encouraging will occur, is so useless. It's annoying and saddening.
How long will i've to sail in the harsh sea?
People ask me to believe in fate. I don't know. Maybe i should. It sounds comforting. And all this while, i had percieved that my actions will pave my way for the morrow to come. Perhaps, i should start trusting fate.
Is there a plank somewhere, which'll help me stay afloat? Which'll vanquish all the dark that overpowers me?
Where exactly is the monsoon?
It's supposed to be raining cats and dogs in Bangalore. Only a light drizzle is to be observed. I thought that the rain clouds were kind enough to postpone the rains till about this week. I was all prepared to get drenched in the rain, expecially now that my exams are over. Another cyclone near Oman stalled the winds carrying rain in the previous week.
Will we ever get to face heavy downpours?
It's dreary outside. A continuation since that past few days. I usually like the cold breezes that is common in this season. Some hot fritters, or a lip-smacing bar of ice-cream... i enjoy the latter than the former. But, this time, the environment is a mirror to the situation that i'm involved in.
Cheerlessness looms everywhere. The coming days do not appear to hold any nice things. All is sundry. I've stopped cheering myself. Hoping that something encouraging will occur, is so useless. It's annoying and saddening.
How long will i've to sail in the harsh sea?
People ask me to believe in fate. I don't know. Maybe i should. It sounds comforting. And all this while, i had percieved that my actions will pave my way for the morrow to come. Perhaps, i should start trusting fate.
Is there a plank somewhere, which'll help me stay afloat? Which'll vanquish all the dark that overpowers me?
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
bond- ruskin bond
When 'trees' is being talked about, the person who comes to my mind is Ruskin Bond.
That person who described trees, hills, flowers, Dehradun, the Garhwals, rain in a lovely manner. So much so that it's hard not to fall in love with his works.
He is somebody who makes reading a beautiful habit. He takes us into his quaint little world of charm. A world which appears pleasant and lively when looked at from all angles. A world which portrays everything nice.....where friends are lost and new ones are found.
Be it, the tale of a zoo created from a collection of the neighbouring animals...... or a small boy who discovers a whole new world from a window.
Each story has made me laugh, feel sad.... With gracefullness inculcated in every sentence.....To classify one as best is very difficult. It's disheartening too. As i would have to disregard other novels in the process of choosing one.
Ruskin Bond is one of the best writers we have. Childhood is when splendid things happen. His works des accentuate that feeling to a very great extent.
A few poems by Ruskin Bond:
Don’t be afraid of the dark
Don’t be afraid of the dark, little one,
The earth must rest when the day is done.
The sun may be harsh, but moonlight – never!
And those stars will be shining forever and ever,
Be friends with the Night, there is nothing to fear,
Just let your thoughts travel to friends far and near.
By day, it does seem that our troubles won’t cease,
But at night, late at night, the world is at peace.
Love’s sad song
There’s a sweet little girl lives down the lane,
And she’s so pretty and I’m so plain,
She’s clever and smart and all things good,
And I’m the bad boy of the neighbourhood.
But I’d be her best friend forever and a day
If only she’d smile and look my way.
Slum children at play
Imps of mischief,
Barefoot in the dust,
Grinning, mocking, even as
They beg you for a crust.
No angels these,
Just hungry eyes
And eager hands
To help you sympathise…
They don’t want love,
They don’t seek pity,
They know there’s nothing
In this heartless city
But a kindred need
In those who strive
For power and pelf
Though only just alive!
They know your guilt,
They’ll take your money,
And if you give too much
They’ll find you funny.
Because that’s what you are –
You’re just a joke –
Your life is soft
And theirs all grime and smoke.
And yet they shout and sing
And do not thank your giving,
You’ll fuss and fret through life
While they do all the living.
That person who described trees, hills, flowers, Dehradun, the Garhwals, rain in a lovely manner. So much so that it's hard not to fall in love with his works.
He is somebody who makes reading a beautiful habit. He takes us into his quaint little world of charm. A world which appears pleasant and lively when looked at from all angles. A world which portrays everything nice.....where friends are lost and new ones are found.
Be it, the tale of a zoo created from a collection of the neighbouring animals...... or a small boy who discovers a whole new world from a window.
Each story has made me laugh, feel sad.... With gracefullness inculcated in every sentence.....To classify one as best is very difficult. It's disheartening too. As i would have to disregard other novels in the process of choosing one.
Ruskin Bond is one of the best writers we have. Childhood is when splendid things happen. His works des accentuate that feeling to a very great extent.
A few poems by Ruskin Bond:
Don’t be afraid of the dark
Don’t be afraid of the dark, little one,
The earth must rest when the day is done.
The sun may be harsh, but moonlight – never!
And those stars will be shining forever and ever,
Be friends with the Night, there is nothing to fear,
Just let your thoughts travel to friends far and near.
By day, it does seem that our troubles won’t cease,
But at night, late at night, the world is at peace.
Love’s sad song
There’s a sweet little girl lives down the lane,
And she’s so pretty and I’m so plain,
She’s clever and smart and all things good,
And I’m the bad boy of the neighbourhood.
But I’d be her best friend forever and a day
If only she’d smile and look my way.
Slum children at play
Imps of mischief,
Barefoot in the dust,
Grinning, mocking, even as
They beg you for a crust.
No angels these,
Just hungry eyes
And eager hands
To help you sympathise…
They don’t want love,
They don’t seek pity,
They know there’s nothing
In this heartless city
But a kindred need
In those who strive
For power and pelf
Though only just alive!
They know your guilt,
They’ll take your money,
And if you give too much
They’ll find you funny.
Because that’s what you are –
You’re just a joke –
Your life is soft
And theirs all grime and smoke.
And yet they shout and sing
And do not thank your giving,
You’ll fuss and fret through life
While they do all the living.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
the language of the trees
Trees began to move past me. Clothed in dark, seemingly sinister colours. A soft rustle, from the leaves as they constantly brushed against each other. Oh so! tenderly. A musical swish, a sigh.... which reminded me of the decades that they have witnessed. As mute spectators. A birth here and a death there. Happiness in this side of the world and melancholy somewhere else.
Just like you and me.
While the world spins around us. In a maddening speed. Which seems to get faster every second. Will i be able to survive? To compete?
Trees can provide company. It can prove to be a very good friend. Only if one believes so. Only if one thinks that sharing stories with trees can be interesting and worthwhile.
A mild whisper, once in a while. What are those leaves trying to say? And when the wind currents are strong, the leaves swoosh and sway. To the tunes of the wind. Again. Conversing with me. In louder tones. Yet enchanting. In a pleasant manner.
Communication between a tree and a mortal can vary. Both are conditional i.e., the tree and the mortal.
Perhaps, a tree near the coastline likes to talk about the soothing breezes that sweeps the bank from the sea. A few long fronds of a coconut tree indicates to us, the storms that it has endured. The times, when, somebody scaled it's long trunk to obtain tender coconuts.
Or perhaps, a banyan tree and me chit-chat about those children who like to play amidst it's roots. Huge, snaking roots that support the main trunk. Makeshift swings are easily created with the help of my boughs.. it says proudly. Or, of those times, when a bunch of friends sat on it's roots. Amongst those roots which laced the ground, which went underground, only to be seen a few inches away. Playing hide and seek with the earth and it's ever-varying list of visitors.
Trees tell us various things. About a pretty maynah that sat on one of it's branches..... a scavenger crow which had strands of flesh haging from it's mouth...... a cuckoo cooing into the environment.... while a pair of parrots flit from one tree to another in a squeal, one chasing the other.... about a squirrel which has made the tree it's home..... a train of red ants following each other religiously, in search of food....
Many things happen between a tree and me. As i stare into it's thick, protective camouflage..... the leaves move in a particular vague fashion. Seemingly unheard voices... i'm having a tete-a-tete with it.
Just like you and me.
While the world spins around us. In a maddening speed. Which seems to get faster every second. Will i be able to survive? To compete?
Trees can provide company. It can prove to be a very good friend. Only if one believes so. Only if one thinks that sharing stories with trees can be interesting and worthwhile.
A mild whisper, once in a while. What are those leaves trying to say? And when the wind currents are strong, the leaves swoosh and sway. To the tunes of the wind. Again. Conversing with me. In louder tones. Yet enchanting. In a pleasant manner.
Communication between a tree and a mortal can vary. Both are conditional i.e., the tree and the mortal.
Perhaps, a tree near the coastline likes to talk about the soothing breezes that sweeps the bank from the sea. A few long fronds of a coconut tree indicates to us, the storms that it has endured. The times, when, somebody scaled it's long trunk to obtain tender coconuts.
Or perhaps, a banyan tree and me chit-chat about those children who like to play amidst it's roots. Huge, snaking roots that support the main trunk. Makeshift swings are easily created with the help of my boughs.. it says proudly. Or, of those times, when a bunch of friends sat on it's roots. Amongst those roots which laced the ground, which went underground, only to be seen a few inches away. Playing hide and seek with the earth and it's ever-varying list of visitors.
Trees tell us various things. About a pretty maynah that sat on one of it's branches..... a scavenger crow which had strands of flesh haging from it's mouth...... a cuckoo cooing into the environment.... while a pair of parrots flit from one tree to another in a squeal, one chasing the other.... about a squirrel which has made the tree it's home..... a train of red ants following each other religiously, in search of food....
Many things happen between a tree and me. As i stare into it's thick, protective camouflage..... the leaves move in a particular vague fashion. Seemingly unheard voices... i'm having a tete-a-tete with it.
Friday, June 15, 2007
that day
I was blessed a number of times that day.
I was left amazed, i am, even after a day. Surprising, people made it a point to wish me. A privilege.
My joy knew no bounds when i recieved a card and a letter. Excitement ran through me when i fingered it. I still look at it lovingly, with a smile on my face. Ink on paper. Words from her.
A few friends congratulated me. Would they let go of an easy prey? The day was no different from the others. On the other hand, it was. Cramming diseases, their characteristics into me, which celebrated....
Celebrated the smile that played on my face..... the rings which heralded M's call... the beeps on my phone.... the pride on my parents' face.... the cheerful, unknown voices which came running towards me.
They lit my day.
I was left amazed, i am, even after a day. Surprising, people made it a point to wish me. A privilege.
My joy knew no bounds when i recieved a card and a letter. Excitement ran through me when i fingered it. I still look at it lovingly, with a smile on my face. Ink on paper. Words from her.
A few friends congratulated me. Would they let go of an easy prey? The day was no different from the others. On the other hand, it was. Cramming diseases, their characteristics into me, which celebrated....
Celebrated the smile that played on my face..... the rings which heralded M's call... the beeps on my phone.... the pride on my parents' face.... the cheerful, unknown voices which came running towards me.
They lit my day.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
her voice
I want to listen to that voice.
A voice which is shrill, loud and yet sweet. That voice which calls out to me, when she comes running to me.
It shakes me from a peaceful nap. In case i don't stir up, the tone just gets boisterous. Untill the purpose is served. Resulting in a sweet conversation between her and me. Pulling me out of bed, making me run behind her.
Many a times, both of us mount a talking expedition. While we prove the other weak. Invariably, i win. It does not leave her hurt, it only makes her smile and laugh.
I want to hear the gushing chuckles, accompanying a full-throated laughter. She giggles oh so! pleasantly. She's been doing that since she gained perfection in the respective art. She always has an enchanting grin on her face, some lulls playing a never-heard tune. That which makes me go weak in my knees. That which makes me want to hold her in my arms and cuddle her.
She longs for comfort when she wimpers. A slow one which ascends high scales of frequency jarring one's ears. The secure feeling when she knows that i'm beside her, she longs for that. A scream, any time, is so indicative. She's probably bawling when she's forced to do something that she does not like, or when she's being fed.....
That high-pitched tone, which heralds her appearance.... a pleading note, when she begs for something.... a wimpering her, craving for affection.... those soft notes that spill out as lines from her favourite song, the excited tone that informs of something interesting she saw... a soft 'coooooo...' in my ears when i ask her to call out to the cuckoo.....
B, can i hear your voice tomorrow? Please, sweetheart.....
Your voice fills sheer bliss in me.
A voice which is shrill, loud and yet sweet. That voice which calls out to me, when she comes running to me.
It shakes me from a peaceful nap. In case i don't stir up, the tone just gets boisterous. Untill the purpose is served. Resulting in a sweet conversation between her and me. Pulling me out of bed, making me run behind her.
Many a times, both of us mount a talking expedition. While we prove the other weak. Invariably, i win. It does not leave her hurt, it only makes her smile and laugh.
I want to hear the gushing chuckles, accompanying a full-throated laughter. She giggles oh so! pleasantly. She's been doing that since she gained perfection in the respective art. She always has an enchanting grin on her face, some lulls playing a never-heard tune. That which makes me go weak in my knees. That which makes me want to hold her in my arms and cuddle her.
She longs for comfort when she wimpers. A slow one which ascends high scales of frequency jarring one's ears. The secure feeling when she knows that i'm beside her, she longs for that. A scream, any time, is so indicative. She's probably bawling when she's forced to do something that she does not like, or when she's being fed.....
That high-pitched tone, which heralds her appearance.... a pleading note, when she begs for something.... a wimpering her, craving for affection.... those soft notes that spill out as lines from her favourite song, the excited tone that informs of something interesting she saw... a soft 'coooooo...' in my ears when i ask her to call out to the cuckoo.....
B, can i hear your voice tomorrow? Please, sweetheart.....
Your voice fills sheer bliss in me.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
to be religious or not... ii
Well, this has been debated upon in the previous post. Nevertheless, it shall be written about.
A religion is not complete(?) without a god. Let's for sometime not consider the factuality pertaining to this. This is what we generally assume(in a very broad sense).
What made god make an appearance?
According to me, mankind needed somebody to restrict him. In his ways, habits, lifestyle. So that he could lead a life free from blemishes. Come to think of it, offenses do occur, even with a god amidst us.... that's another matter.
God was inculcated in us, so we'd develop a fear. That which limits us from committing wrongs. It aids the mind in distingushing the wrong from the right. Otherwise, we'd have a society which shows expertise in performing all the gluttony in this world.
In one way, the creation of a god is beneficial. Thus, one does not rob his neighbour, a cruel death is prevented. Vices are practised by few people. It helps in the establishment of a society which cares for one's neighbour, which lends a sympathetic ear to the needy...
The presence of god, seems justifiable.
What about the traditions that appears to have sprouted through the entire length of time?
Some of the traditions do make sense, some others do not. Going back in time, trying to reason as to why this particular custom came into being...... is not a bad idea. As facilities change, as the mind gets tuned to new views, conventions also change. For the betterment, or for the worse. If it is indeed for a better us, it is to be enhanced. Persay, it is of a destructing kind, we evict it.
Nature always functions in this manner.
As they say, nails should be cut before sunset. I think it's fine for us to trim our nails even after eight in the night. Considering the fact that we relied on sunlight for most of our activites. On the other hand, we now have electrical lights.
Many a time, i've not followed a particular ritual, because i didn't find any reason for me to do so. Upon realisation, a connection between science and the practise springs up. And i go back to it. Most times, we abide by them as our religion instructs us so. Without a second thought. It's not wrong, as what is followed today is a result of thousands of years of practises. Something that's favourable to mankind.
At the same time, all practises need not be likeable. I spoke with an english lecturer of mine at college about gory conventions that are imbibed in our daily life. She said that it is a matter of belief and trust. Yes, but, can everything be considered thus?
Even if it proves to be harmful to others?
A religion is not complete(?) without a god. Let's for sometime not consider the factuality pertaining to this. This is what we generally assume(in a very broad sense).
What made god make an appearance?
According to me, mankind needed somebody to restrict him. In his ways, habits, lifestyle. So that he could lead a life free from blemishes. Come to think of it, offenses do occur, even with a god amidst us.... that's another matter.
God was inculcated in us, so we'd develop a fear. That which limits us from committing wrongs. It aids the mind in distingushing the wrong from the right. Otherwise, we'd have a society which shows expertise in performing all the gluttony in this world.
In one way, the creation of a god is beneficial. Thus, one does not rob his neighbour, a cruel death is prevented. Vices are practised by few people. It helps in the establishment of a society which cares for one's neighbour, which lends a sympathetic ear to the needy...
The presence of god, seems justifiable.
What about the traditions that appears to have sprouted through the entire length of time?
Some of the traditions do make sense, some others do not. Going back in time, trying to reason as to why this particular custom came into being...... is not a bad idea. As facilities change, as the mind gets tuned to new views, conventions also change. For the betterment, or for the worse. If it is indeed for a better us, it is to be enhanced. Persay, it is of a destructing kind, we evict it.
Nature always functions in this manner.
As they say, nails should be cut before sunset. I think it's fine for us to trim our nails even after eight in the night. Considering the fact that we relied on sunlight for most of our activites. On the other hand, we now have electrical lights.
Many a time, i've not followed a particular ritual, because i didn't find any reason for me to do so. Upon realisation, a connection between science and the practise springs up. And i go back to it. Most times, we abide by them as our religion instructs us so. Without a second thought. It's not wrong, as what is followed today is a result of thousands of years of practises. Something that's favourable to mankind.
At the same time, all practises need not be likeable. I spoke with an english lecturer of mine at college about gory conventions that are imbibed in our daily life. She said that it is a matter of belief and trust. Yes, but, can everything be considered thus?
Even if it proves to be harmful to others?
Friday, June 08, 2007
Father came up with this theory. Well, it's not that he projected this theory. Apparently, he has read about this somewhere.
This is what the theory says(according to father):
Every woman/man loses people as he proceeds in life. People as in relationships, be it with family, friends....... And in the end, he is left with very few whom he can trust, or nobody, perhaps. It's something to that effect.
He also cited an example: a girl is to leave her father's place for her husband's house.(According to me, this is one of the most stupidest, senseless, flimsy, baseless idea that anybody can come up with). He gives this illustration, even when M and me have battered him with never-ending arguments. Anyways, he'll have to agree with us one day. Now, that's something else.
Coming back to the actual theory, mother and me disagreed. Instantly. Thus ensued a debate on it.
This is what mother had to say: one does meet wayfarers in the journey of life. One'll probably break ties with them. But some people do exist who'll provide us with love and affection all through the way. It is these relationships that matter in substance, that'll effect us.
Her view sounds pretty approachable.
Here's my view: We lose out on people maybe, and on their bond that link both of us. At the same time, we also gain. On something that'll provide us affection. Most of the times, it occurs without our knowledge. We realise it's worth on spending some time on the same.
At the same time, there are a core group(mother's opinion). To support and encourage me at all times. Even if i assumed that the aforementioned theory did make sense: losing associations and all that. I would consider the fact that i make new alliances at the same time. The fact that i bond more closely with people surrounding me. Possibly, that's how i came to rely on my friends..... maybe my attachment to B also portrays something similar.
The theory sounds heartless.
This is what the theory says(according to father):
Every woman/man loses people as he proceeds in life. People as in relationships, be it with family, friends....... And in the end, he is left with very few whom he can trust, or nobody, perhaps. It's something to that effect.
He also cited an example: a girl is to leave her father's place for her husband's house.(According to me, this is one of the most stupidest, senseless, flimsy, baseless idea that anybody can come up with). He gives this illustration, even when M and me have battered him with never-ending arguments. Anyways, he'll have to agree with us one day. Now, that's something else.
Coming back to the actual theory, mother and me disagreed. Instantly. Thus ensued a debate on it.
This is what mother had to say: one does meet wayfarers in the journey of life. One'll probably break ties with them. But some people do exist who'll provide us with love and affection all through the way. It is these relationships that matter in substance, that'll effect us.
Her view sounds pretty approachable.
Here's my view: We lose out on people maybe, and on their bond that link both of us. At the same time, we also gain. On something that'll provide us affection. Most of the times, it occurs without our knowledge. We realise it's worth on spending some time on the same.
At the same time, there are a core group(mother's opinion). To support and encourage me at all times. Even if i assumed that the aforementioned theory did make sense: losing associations and all that. I would consider the fact that i make new alliances at the same time. The fact that i bond more closely with people surrounding me. Possibly, that's how i came to rely on my friends..... maybe my attachment to B also portrays something similar.
The theory sounds heartless.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
a matter of time
Yesterday was 'world environment day'. A day to lament. A day when mistakes are realised(?), and when attempts(?) are made to rectify(?) them. Crying over split milk.
Most of the times, we think of an environment which is beneficiary to mankind. We often forget that other animals and plants also play important roles in our lives. Though indirectly.
Possibly in another five years, we are to face dire consequences. That is if the present situation is considered passe'. We already have the sun shining a bit too much, the rains causing ruckus.... We'll face a rampant malaria, tuberculosis, and a fresh bunch of infections.
The tiger made it to the headlines again. Approximately 95% of them have been killed in the last hundred years. What next? Attempts are made to save them. Will they work? They definately will, if concrete dicisions are taken. If things proceed without any hitches. But, that's all that is there.
What about tigers, lions cheetahs(they are extinct in india)..... asiatic elephants, the ganges dolphin, what about their survival? I want B to see these beasts live, not in a documentary movie which was shot years ago, and not in any picture books. I want her to appreciate the bountiness of nature, to enjoy the majestic gait of a tiger, to see elephants playing in water....
This affection for animals does not stem as i'm a biology student. I'm sure M(who is not related to biology in any aspect) would show concern in the same way.
As per research most of the havoc is caused by developed countries, simply because they produce more greenhouse gases than the third-world countries do. Apparently, the affects of these are felt more prominently near the equator. Incidently, most of the under-developed countries are located in the eguatorial region. Thus, we get to face a rampant ecology much earlier.
Not to forget that the tropics and the sub-tropics house most of the exotic species of animals. It's astonishing, when one attempts to understand the magnitude.
Destroying these important links, invariably impacts us as we are a part of the ecological system too. Despite our ignorance, our forays into technology..... we are to face trouble. With a capital 'T'.
It's just a matter of time...
Most of the times, we think of an environment which is beneficiary to mankind. We often forget that other animals and plants also play important roles in our lives. Though indirectly.
Possibly in another five years, we are to face dire consequences. That is if the present situation is considered passe'. We already have the sun shining a bit too much, the rains causing ruckus.... We'll face a rampant malaria, tuberculosis, and a fresh bunch of infections.
The tiger made it to the headlines again. Approximately 95% of them have been killed in the last hundred years. What next? Attempts are made to save them. Will they work? They definately will, if concrete dicisions are taken. If things proceed without any hitches. But, that's all that is there.
What about tigers, lions cheetahs(they are extinct in india)..... asiatic elephants, the ganges dolphin, what about their survival? I want B to see these beasts live, not in a documentary movie which was shot years ago, and not in any picture books. I want her to appreciate the bountiness of nature, to enjoy the majestic gait of a tiger, to see elephants playing in water....
This affection for animals does not stem as i'm a biology student. I'm sure M(who is not related to biology in any aspect) would show concern in the same way.
As per research most of the havoc is caused by developed countries, simply because they produce more greenhouse gases than the third-world countries do. Apparently, the affects of these are felt more prominently near the equator. Incidently, most of the under-developed countries are located in the eguatorial region. Thus, we get to face a rampant ecology much earlier.
Not to forget that the tropics and the sub-tropics house most of the exotic species of animals. It's astonishing, when one attempts to understand the magnitude.
Destroying these important links, invariably impacts us as we are a part of the ecological system too. Despite our ignorance, our forays into technology..... we are to face trouble. With a capital 'T'.
It's just a matter of time...
Monday, June 04, 2007
gratifying
The Cabuliwallah
-Rabindranath Tagore
If i remember it right, i had read this short story quite some time back. Forunately i read it again.
It's beautiful and touching. How strange! Relationships teach us something new. They add some worth to our being.
The protagonist as the title suggests is from Cabul. A small girl, Mini befriends him. She buys somrthing from that person. As time proceeds, their friendship develops. The cabuliwallah presents her small presents every now and then. Pehaps, as a token of affection.
Due to no fault of his, the cabuliwallah is caught by the policemen. He spends a few years in jail. Upon his release, he again visits his friend, Mini.
Mini is now a girl of marriageable age. Marriage celebrations are on in her house. The cabuliwallah meets Mini's father, and expresses his wish to meet the girl. After some contemplation the father allows the peddlar to speak to her. A harried meeting does take place between the two old friends.
Initially, the father is apprehensive about some wayside peddlar building acquaintance with his daughter. The uneasiness reaches a high when the cabuliwallah makes an appearance on the day of his daughter's marriage.
The cabuliwallah, also has a daughter far away, in the hills. Mini reminds him of her. Thus, his affection and love for her. Thus, those small invaluable gifts. That which might hold no much significance to her. On the other hand, he holds her high in his eyes.
While we are gratified.
-Rabindranath Tagore
If i remember it right, i had read this short story quite some time back. Forunately i read it again.
It's beautiful and touching. How strange! Relationships teach us something new. They add some worth to our being.
The protagonist as the title suggests is from Cabul. A small girl, Mini befriends him. She buys somrthing from that person. As time proceeds, their friendship develops. The cabuliwallah presents her small presents every now and then. Pehaps, as a token of affection.
Due to no fault of his, the cabuliwallah is caught by the policemen. He spends a few years in jail. Upon his release, he again visits his friend, Mini.
Mini is now a girl of marriageable age. Marriage celebrations are on in her house. The cabuliwallah meets Mini's father, and expresses his wish to meet the girl. After some contemplation the father allows the peddlar to speak to her. A harried meeting does take place between the two old friends.
Initially, the father is apprehensive about some wayside peddlar building acquaintance with his daughter. The uneasiness reaches a high when the cabuliwallah makes an appearance on the day of his daughter's marriage.
The cabuliwallah, also has a daughter far away, in the hills. Mini reminds him of her. Thus, his affection and love for her. Thus, those small invaluable gifts. That which might hold no much significance to her. On the other hand, he holds her high in his eyes.
While we are gratified.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
to be religious or not...
Religion.
Well, we were dicussing about it at home. Somehow it limits us. From performing any bad acts which is good. It also restricts our train of thoughts.
As we were talking about this, we came to the conclusion that religion is a word that carries huge amount of worth in it. It's something from which many things can be discovered, reinvented to satisfy one's mind.
It's cliched. Very. We just have to spend some time on it to realise the cliche(ness) that it portrays.
According to me, religious is another name for the practises we follow. Very absurd? Isn't it, yes. I think so too, and it makes sense to me.
Coming to the practises that is follow at home, despite the various backgrounds that we come from, all of us have a lot of similarity in us. The food we eat, the clothes we wear, communication, the kind of music that we favour, the hobbies that we indulge in......
Perhaps, as a south indian i am to eat rice and sambar at home, somebody from the north eats the same too. It's that we add different spices to suit our conveniences.
Does it allow changes to be incorporated into it?
We are the most evolved on planet earth, and we are expected to churn out something new every time. But, implementation takes time(lots at times). At the same time, it works.
I used to call myself non-religious, some time back. Religion is so very linked to god and godly matters, that it is difficult to draw a line(however thin it may be) between the two.
I am religious, in the practises i follow. Rice is my staple food too(though i don't prefer it), i wear kurtas, i language i speak, the way we celebrate festivals...
On the other hand, they are some things that i don't do. And i feel satisfied not doing those things. Trying to find the reason behind this, is worthless. Perhaps, it helps. It took my family to acclimatizing. And me to modify my rigid opinions on some matters.
To be continued...
ps: These are my very own views. I might sound obnoxious at places, sorry for that. I am to continue on this, intermittantly perhaps. Those who don't find it apt, can skip this article.
Well, we were dicussing about it at home. Somehow it limits us. From performing any bad acts which is good. It also restricts our train of thoughts.
As we were talking about this, we came to the conclusion that religion is a word that carries huge amount of worth in it. It's something from which many things can be discovered, reinvented to satisfy one's mind.
It's cliched. Very. We just have to spend some time on it to realise the cliche(ness) that it portrays.
According to me, religious is another name for the practises we follow. Very absurd? Isn't it, yes. I think so too, and it makes sense to me.
Coming to the practises that is follow at home, despite the various backgrounds that we come from, all of us have a lot of similarity in us. The food we eat, the clothes we wear, communication, the kind of music that we favour, the hobbies that we indulge in......
Perhaps, as a south indian i am to eat rice and sambar at home, somebody from the north eats the same too. It's that we add different spices to suit our conveniences.
Does it allow changes to be incorporated into it?
We are the most evolved on planet earth, and we are expected to churn out something new every time. But, implementation takes time(lots at times). At the same time, it works.
I used to call myself non-religious, some time back. Religion is so very linked to god and godly matters, that it is difficult to draw a line(however thin it may be) between the two.
I am religious, in the practises i follow. Rice is my staple food too(though i don't prefer it), i wear kurtas, i language i speak, the way we celebrate festivals...
On the other hand, they are some things that i don't do. And i feel satisfied not doing those things. Trying to find the reason behind this, is worthless. Perhaps, it helps. It took my family to acclimatizing. And me to modify my rigid opinions on some matters.
To be continued...
ps: These are my very own views. I might sound obnoxious at places, sorry for that. I am to continue on this, intermittantly perhaps. Those who don't find it apt, can skip this article.
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