May 21, 2010 § 7 Comments
I feel that, I can make this world a better place, by being the catalyst.
I fail to understand the need for violence, but the cause is so obvious that most miss it bad childhood/upbringing(?). Society while setting expectations, fails to encompass those it shuns(quite obviously).
By looking down upon and trying to keep them down, one day it faces their wrath, simply because they have become too big for it to hold on.
Even as a government fires against its own people, in India, we see a group of Gunmen(Naxals), holding the nation to ransom. It is a pity, that so many lives have to be lost and yet all we care about is what an actor wears/ does.
There are many here(like IHM and Indyeah ) who talk about issues and about the better things in our country. While I am a firm believer in ‘doing’, it is necessary that we have people who write like them. I do wish that better sense could be translated to the country at large by the main stream media.
While on the way back from Chidambaram, I had an interesting conversation with an aunt of mine, about my gen. and the nation. I think every gen. has an onus to carry a nation forward. While a few outstanding personalities may be the actual representatives, it is people who make up the nation.
And among the people, we have trend setters who dare to tame the loose winds of change and purport a silent revolution through their works. Artists aren’t mere call girls of history, they are its pillars who hold, bear and show the whips and scorns of time(so to speak). It is left to these people, graced by wit and hardened by time, to open and reopen paths, which can lead to betterment.
A common theme today is that humans are meant to live in harmony, with themselves and the world around. While this seems a middle class fantasy, the truth is that while stratification is a natural phenomenon, the way the different strata interact with each other is greatly dependent of human virtues.
The presence of myriad castes and haggling Gods, sects, groups etc ensures that Utopia and Ethiopia are worlds apart. While on one hand diamonds are born out of blood and men drive planes into another country’s purse and take away THE MOST PRICELESS CURRENCY- life, on the other hand, we drive towards a world where a slate no more requires chalk and a touch opens the world.
Education is a necessity, which like any necessity, depends on how rich you are and how much you can afford. While, public systems exist to inspire equality, its functioning is far from ergonomic. On one hand, we strive to slash drop out rates and on the other we brand our children, with the pathos of capitalism discrimination. While languages still form a barrier, we try hard to reduce it, yet very little is done to remove the old prejudices.
Schools should aim at opening the minds, so that the rabbit on the moon, is understood to be craters and at the same time the ability to recognize the fact that someone realized that it looked a rabbit. Yet we carry on with a myopic nonchalance and conclude that the previous generations turned out just fine.
Technology more specifically the computer tends to fill in this for those with access(I worry at the thought that the Gods might soon rule this world as well), but from the rest, very few have a chance.
What fails to be recognized, is the fact that potential is developed with nurture, which is made of the twins – emotional and intellectual. There is no science or art, which can be felt and understood without the help of these two.
Yet we hail one and forget the other – making the other one angry. It doesn’t take a genius to notice this. There is a need to heal ourselves. The cunning of exploiters cannot be culled unless every child born in the world, smiles with innocence and feels the warmth of love.
Every war wagged and every man, woman and child suppressed yesterday has led to a situation where even as a few of us use our intellect for better purpose, others are led into watersheds of hell.
It is time we start exercising, if we do not, tomorrow it our body that will crumble and we will be the suffers. While wisdom can guide, it is the same people with wisdom, who at times seem to stand in our way- no one is right, no one is wrong, but to us the future belongs, remember.
P.S:- These are just my views. You can disagree with it/add to it 🙂 I am always willing to learn 🙂
May 12, 2010 § 9 Comments
So I haven’t posted anything for about two weeks. And I cannot let my blog, suffer can I? Actually I can. But then I have to write. While prodding over things as been a recent trend, today I aim to stay away from it. I am glad to announce that the optimism bug has bit me again!
So, you have formed an image of me, smiling noir and radiating effervesces of the Axe kind( but I doubt radiation will bring joy in this heat, turn on your AirCon, ha! that is better, see?) , I am sure. And I see myself as such. So much positivity in the air, no wonder we can’t see the antiparticles! I think, I am growing immune to the grief of the world no maybe not.
I refrain from straying into the world of mad gunmen, after all we made love to one such through our ever projecting and exposing media!
“Who will bear the whips and scorns of time? ” Dear Bard, I say time itself! Who would want to scar the raw flesh and taint the blood, so fresh?
Anyway, let me not run into some limericks or half boiled insane verses(after all I am a vegetarian). I saw my sister reading a book called Percy Jackson or something, apparently he is a half God and someone stole the thunder etc. So after taming werewolves and vampires, we make Gods seem petty. But then anything to do with God sells, except God.
There is so much demand. Well again, I am supposed to say something positive. The problem with positive things is that the lose the charge pretty fast(if you happen to be a student of physics, spare me, tax has already taxed me enough). A joke is a joke only for that long, but sad stories will always make people cry.
There are a lot of things to look forward to in life, but then you can only see so much. That’s the thrill, they say, but well, if you fall off a cliff it is better to die than live with broken bones surely( Murphy keep away!). Ha! so you are shocked!? Or you think, I am crazy. Or you might agree with me. Whatever.
Or maybe optimism is not merely about talking about good stuff in the present tense but rather has to do with the fickle future, always nebulous and it exists for sure?
Maybe this is not the time, for me to indulge and explore such thoughts. I am tired and taxed(quite literally) and well I hope it hasn’t been in vain.
If you ask me, I am growing too old. Innocence is a bliss and I want that back. I have grown up all of a sudden( how you ask? I shall tell you later. And now that cannot be your comment, pity 😛 ) and the world seems too weird a place to be in.
Because there are sane things and the insane things. On one side the days move as sure as a clock hand and on the other, the battery dies and takes people along with it the time freezes and NEWS channels advertise.
Maybe I sound callous. Maybe I am making sense. But I know, I am at a cross-road. The choice I make is informed to the extent I can be informed. What the path holds, only the world knows. I try to listen to it, I try to see as far as I can. I try to taste the wind, and smell the thoughts, only one thing is for sure, every land ends at a sea. What is behind that horizon? I waited for it to rise, I think I will go and see now.
P.S:- Shaved off my Moustache. How do I look?
And another jobless sketch..(you are seeing it the wrong way, turn your head right, how does it look now? 😛 )
April 16, 2010 § 9 Comments
Listen to this while you read 🙂
My last noteworthy post was 20 days ago. And I blame it on Twitter(not entirely). Not that tweets compensate for writing, but when you read a lot of interesting stuff, you end up thinking and end of the day, you don’t know what to write about.
Actually that is not true, it has got more to do with my exams. So another 20 days or so to go, before I write my CA-IPCC(inter) exam. And contrary to common perception, I am not all that tensed. I generally don’t get tensed over exams, because they are certain. You get tensed only when things are uncertain. Of course, you can’t be certain of the result, but well results come after a couple of months and if you have done horribly, you can be prepared for the worse 😛
It is not laziness either, just that whenever I decide to write, I wonder why I want to write about myself. Not that there isn’t enough happening out there, but to write about other things, you need put a lot of thought to the given topic and then type a concise(me, concise?) and engaging post.
I wanted to write about the Tharoor vs Modi case, but then I tweeted enough I guess and besides writing a brilliant piece saying whatever I want to say, isn’t going to change anything, no, it isn’t going to get me additional readers either(I hate it when I sound so pessimistic, actually, that I am not pessimistic, just that I don’t want to start blogging in full swing, again, till my exams are over).
Notice, how I have eaten over 250 words, without saying anything worthwhile? I can be witty, you know. But then again wit is a waste of time, when not many get what I say(lack of wave length I say!). Or maybe I am not witty, just vetti.
Anyway, I think it is time for the Great LOL challenge again(yes, a year has passed and your sense of humour has gotten better, I hope), any volunteers to help me?(includes chatting with me and exchanging mails, lot at that..I can be quite a nag, you are warned).
Since I want to see a lot of comments, on this post, I stop 😛 Leave you guys with a couple of pics,
Oh! and if I feel confident that I am studying properly, watch this space for a couple of book and movie reviews(seen a few movies actually, just too lazy to review them 🙂 )
P.S:- Sorry, for not replying to comments, I know that is bad ethics..but.. 🙂
🙂 🙂 🙂
March 26, 2010 § 14 Comments
The repeated melancholic voices are irritating. They continue despite every effort of mine. I am writing this, without knowing why. Sometimes the best way to dispense away with something is to face it. And this probably is the only way I can face it.
The guild of voices resonate and ricochet merry-less in the stupor. The sun’s streaks through the window and the colloidal streams fail to kindle any sense of zest. The very media chosen to express my disdain lacks the boisterous spirit of that which runs it. The fact that a thought in the head of some man or woman lies behind every doormat, duster or digits fails to provoke awe.
This I figure might be normalcy. Finally the crows don’t symbolize the nature nor do the mosquitoes seem a matter of interest. A bucket of water, is no more an apparatus for experimentation. And the only thing that can numb the quaint piquancy of a fantabolous mind are the works of another.
The fact that thoughts can be enslaved only by other thoughts, doesn’t escape me. But mere knowledge doesn’t provide indemnity. Knowledge puts the possessor through worse tests. Of knowingly having to give up, of carving a niche, where you happen to be the accompli , when you can see mens rea and yet keep a straight visage leads to precocity, wont or not doesn’t really matter.
Time has weathered the race as much as it has parched the Saharas and grown the Himalayas. Yet the very time is too great to perceive. Whether it is to kick the planets a few degrees so as to make the charts more pretty or to cause a comet to fall at the death of a Caesar, you cannot do it.
It menacingly trots along, it’s heart beating like the waves, origins unknown yet with treasures plenty. The Cryptic chronicler it is, which strikes the senses and causes palpitations. I would at this stage and time in this endless memory of the universe, like to let a thought fly and in gratuitously commendable audacity I proceed so.
Lines don’t mean an end, but the beginning. The horizon is not an end, but where the earth and sky supposedly seemingly meet. Yet, that very convergence, oblique yet surprisingly tangential, is nothing more than illusion. For a knife-edge to exist you need a knife. And that knife cannot cut and create or cruelly kill without being in the same plane of existence.
And if everything lies in the same plane, then in truth their identity must purport a single origin. For without the work of a man, the edge cannot be sharpened and shortened to suit the need. And we, another from such a plane operate and dissect our chosen subject, we stand on the edge and wonder which way to choose.
The choice is an illusion. Simply because we need them both. You cannot cut white and black and choose one. Merely because you paint a wall white, doesn’t mean black has been rejected. And if you look beyond, colours are a product of the mind, which conveniently exercises it’s supposed right.
By extending this argument(albeit hastily concluded, but never the less will be valid on further exploration), I propose everything is an illusion. And that one object quantifies itself into three. Think carefully and you will notice the presence of this trinity(so to speak).
If everything is convened and dissipated by one singular force, then why do we go on? What is, simply put, the “purpose of life”. As time tilts the axes and changes the seasons and trepidations are nurtured and peace squandered and revived from the ashes of fallen cities, men have grown beards, women have touched their eyebrows and children have cried louder.
Yet every time someone nears the vantage point, the vintage time delicately plays and acts. This as every one of our kind knows is “maya”. If such a force albeit not figuring in the laurels of science gravitates the course of life. And if trinity is a conclusion, then we have the object and maya. Thus maya, is nothing more than another aspect of that final object.
Life then can be assumed to be the third. There is then a border less, connection. Where the sky and earth meet, is not the end, but the beginning, where we need to try to see, what really is this plane of existence.
What is more provocative is the fact this life, has supposedly thrived at a mere whim. While it seems fine to depict the object as “God”, it doesn’t seem pragmatic to make such a supreme force visceral in judgement and ambiguous is predicaments. It serves no purpose to supposedly play with dolls when you know the inside out of it.
And all this seems every more senseless, when it is you. Make this supreme creature human and he/she/it seems sadistic, crass and perverted. But by general conclusion it is not. For after all, such a creature/being/entity, isn’t going to allow me to say these things, if indeed it was as bad as deemed.
So what then is this one? Logically it seems crazy and almost unthinkable to think that you don’t know who you are. But fascinatingly that is the question we arrive at. So then, is this a question of the hand trying to find the body’s identity, only that it can’t because it doesn’t have a brain?
If so, maybe that is what life is heading towards, self-realization and actualization. Maybe we should consider the edges, the duality that naturally exists as a lock. The key being, seeing beyond the cleavage, so to speak. “But then why the hell all this?” you belligerently ask.
Maybe the hand does the work of the head, for the rest of the benefits. But imagine if all this is an illusion and everything is one, then surely what is the purpose of that one?
If I find an answer to all this, I will let you know. I was feeling bored 😛
March 22, 2010 § 10 Comments
Having made great progress today, it is time to write a post. See, I never thought I will write so many personal posts. After all long long ago, when I started blogging, I wanted to change the world with what I write. Lest the fact that one fine day, I woke up, saw 0 hits, got irritated and moved to wordpress, be not forgotten.
I have grown, evolved, learned and dreamt through blogging. It has, in many ways, changed too. See I am smiling at my old, young and changed self. 14,15,16 indeed are a very fine period in ones life. From all those trials, tribulations, exams, lack of friends etc, I have come to a stage where I can sport a beard and curl my Moush.
See being stuck with books, creates a lot nostalgia. And when you see the sunset, a tinge of crystals beckon and wet the sweated cheeks and you reflect rather soberly about those bright young days, filled with anger, frustration, passion and belief. Truthfully I might have never taken to writing this much, if not for blogging. Those few comments, convinced me that I was destined to greatness.
I also learnt about the world, through the eyes of many bespectacled and some clear lens-ed souls. I saw that there were a few myopic people who existed. Reality though always surprises you. Mainly because this world of mine, requires a certain level of intellect. And if ever a bum decided to bug me, there is a way to block. So though I wasn’t completely prepared, I was prepared.
I haven’t blocked anyone as such. Guess I come across as too much of a serious fellow for people to take me on(or maybe people smiled and declared that I will learn as time passes and went on). But I have come to learn and understand that there are reasons for problems and that it is necessary to get to the bottom of the problem and not fight the hydra.
Issues are complex beings. Life is a complex thing. You see, every action of mine, has a history behind it. Impulse in itself is a product of deliberation, suppression, need, want and expression. If you swat a poor mosquito, you do more than stop a poor creature fr0m sucking your blood, the force you use, is built with speed, anger and what not, developed and stored over a period of time, to express a need.
Now I am not digressing. Rather try and connect the different points. I am in simple terms reflecting upon the times when my frontal lobe was still in its innocence and slowly realising the foibles and ridicules and stupidity in this world. At 18, today, I somehow feel bigger.
At 6 feet something, I do think I can tower over things. There aren’t many that can shadow me, but when I do end up in a shadow, it causes a lot of retrospection. And maybe, I am under one such shadow now. Maybe this (pseudo) education system is the biggest scourge in this country.
I know, I have offered nothing interesting in this post(till now) , unless you happen to be someone close to me or a shrink(I have respect for shrinks, in fact I have always wanted to be one). This has no humour nor the vigour which is what usually draws people.
But people are weird, people. If you don’t believe me, see the mirror and register that person in your head. Now when you speak or do anything, try making that person in the mirror do the same within your head, you will be surprised, trust me. This does require some exploitation of your spatial repertoire, but everyone possess at least a jig, so don’t give me excuses.
And if you are too great for such petty things(why did you read till this anyway?), you probably should stand up and drive.
Hell to humour, what’s funny anyway? Humour is Overdrawn and no one is going to repay it. Now when you have such a liability, you are bound have some assets and it surely isn’t cash, so go figure. If you have no clue what that was about, be happy, you aren’t missing anything worth not missing, trust me.
Intelligence is no guarantee for success and the juvenile delinquent asks why should you waste your time studying.
I am jea. I agree. But unfortunately, fairy tales have princesses and heroes. Now how am I to afford a palace, be a gentleman and not a disgruntled driver? Well if you want, you can be a chauffeur for a Ferrari, but you still don’t owe it.
And the philosopher in me says, ” you own nothing, everything is an illusion”.
I need to go figure. Wait I have figured it out. But you need to learn for yourself. So, sit and reflect. Maybe it is better to agnostic. At least you have a riddle to solve. But costing and laws await me. I have to get back to reading stuff, which give me no joy. But I am not about to complain, exams are getting closer. So follow me on twitter 😛
P.S:- Have lots of posts to read, but am busy studying 😛 Same reason for not replying to comments 🙂 I love comments, so don’t stop 😀
March 14, 2010 § 6 Comments
Yes,yes I am CA student. A new transformation has possessed me. Nerds watch out, I have decided to take this up. Oh! wait I have not. Go on, go on. You know I won’t get anywhere close to you. Simple because, I have a brain, which has drunk philosophy and embraced the Utopian dreams.
See that is how you can suck away the optimism. Now I am scrutinizing my English as I write, so do spare me, for a lack of zest. I haven’t been reading or listening to good English, thanks to the my exam preparations. I must admit though, that reading all that makes me feel wiser.
Actually I am really really wise. But no one is going to give a damn about wisdom. If you have wisdom, go and give advise to young things, they need to sleep. See what can you do then? When kings don’t listen to prophets and philosophers, empires shall be doomed from the North. If you do listen, you will find a beautiful maiden from the East.
But be warned, since ye doth not hears the saws of the wise one, doom awaits you. My head is not working properly. I lack the veer and swerve to write anything. I seem to be short of words. If not for Bones(ya the T.V. show) I might be a scarecrow by now.
I seem to appreciate humour which I usually never liked. The “peter” has turned into Jack, but there are no sparrows, only crows. Truthfully, I don’t really like all these laws and stuff. Yet.
No, I don’t mean I am going to start loving the subjects from tomorrow. I want to be a writer. But all that is happening is that whatever little the Muses gave me, seem to be getting screwed by legal requirements, taxes and laws. And the only bird I have seen for a while is Twitter.
So I think, I want to become an actor now. Come on I can act, alright! But ya ya, life is a disappointment in so many ways. Oh! the throes and tribulations! What does time decree anyway?
I am being too frank, maybe? I do wish, I can do something more. I feel stuck. I am not the sort of fellow, who is used to studying. Expectations, but they do exist. I wish, I existed a century or so before. I could have written words which would have stirred revolutions and stuff. Cool, I mean, kids would be reading about me and memorizing my poems and cursing me.
Or I might have been a saint or something. Wisdom and Bhakti sallying on command. The Gods’ dances and confusion would have been interpreted properly and maybe, I would have stopped Communalism and the other dirty works by putting some sense into few certain heads.
See I think too much. Maybe it is my imagination that spoils things for me. Maybe, I should be a narrow-minded ass. But, my education consisted of reading books, blogs and learning to see the world, think and appreciate stuff. Too much, I guess, for petty reality.
Or I should try becoming a rowdy. No need to worry about the law, about money etc etc. Waaaaat Machi? No, that sound like me. What can I do anyway? I am walking on a knife edge, or so it seems. I feel out of place. See I have grown a lot in the last year or so. Specially with respect to moving with people and all.
I have accepted that I am either going to be loved or hated and some how everyone notices me, where I go. Then I meet a few people and again I start hoping, but maybe I should wear broken glasses and see the vilified nature of men. But I am an idiot, I can’t. Can someone teach me?
I should stop now, or my emotions will take over. This blog, after all is open to everyone. See when you hide something, everyone wants to know. Have no secrets and no one will look, just let everyone know everything and they will be confused as to what you are anyway. They don’t get it that you are you.
See it is better to talk about abstracts glossed in metaphors. No one understands all that. It becomes like a code, which very few understand. I think, I will stop here. Thank you for reading. Pour some wisdom into me, but none which preaches common sense 😛
March 9, 2010 § 8 Comments
So this is a sort of tag. Thomas came up with it and did it on FB as a note. And here is my attempt at it.
You are supposed to write down people who inspire you. It’s fun and yes you do realize a few things in between all that 🙂
Shelley and Ayn Rand.
Well guess they are sort of opposites. Yet they do meet somewhere, maybe it is at freedom of expression and well in inspiring me 😛 I came across Shelley in my 10th textbook and his Ode to the West Wind inspired me to start writing poetry. I came across Rand in 12th, when my school librarian recommended her to me. She started a new revolution within, helping me form a stronger base about myself.
Enid Blyton and Agatha Christy
I wasn’t much of a bookie, till about 4th or 5th. Like many in my gen. I was more of a cartoon and T.V. fan. But my mom somehow managed to make me start reading. While I did read a lot of different authors like Perry Mason, Hardy Boys etc, these two stood out. Fatty is one of all time favourites and am still try to learn a bit of ventriloquism. Of course the various Canines in her books might party be responsible for me not hating dogs even though I fear them. In fact I respect them 😛
While I was never a fan of Miss Marple but Poirot! I think I have finished them all. Guess the epitome of her writing was The Murder in The Orient Express. “Sex sells” but then she never wrote anything “sexy” and yet is one of the world’s most read authors.
Vikram Seth and Amitav Ghosh.
While I am tempted to add Rushdie to the list, I stopped with these two. Probably because their style and way of writing opened my eyes to a whole new world and specially a whole new way to write.
Seth’s Equal Music drew me. It also showed me a whole new world- Western Classical Music. It also opened me to a new way in which to pen emotions. His Suitable Boy, again is a classic. When I completed the book, I knew somewhere within, that I had finally learnt how to draw a complete picture.
Ghosh again is an inspiration. I can still see the way in which he introduces the heroine(think Pia was her name). I have read about 4-5 of his books and love them all. His narrative never tends to be boring and his work always seems to combine emotions, imagery and action all at the same time.
Khalil Gibran and Paulo Coelho.
Coelho thought me to believe in myself. Gibran reaffirmed the belief and sort of kindled something within.
Jonny Depp, Will Smith, Amir Khan and Kamal Hassan
One thing which will come to your mind, when you see the above list is the sheer variety of roles the above take up. Who would have thought Willy Wonka is Captain Jack Sparrow. Will Smith is a solid actor. Guess his best performance was in Pursuit of Happyness. Amir again is someone who fills the screen and brings the character to life. Kamal, well there are many memorable movies, again it’s his acting.
Yes he gets a special mention. I have a couple of his movies. But the Joker. OMG! I was left in awe and for about a week I tried pretending to the Joker.
Tchaikovsky and Beethoven
There are many a poems which have been written under their influence. Whenever I lack the inspiration and feel downcast, I turn to these two. No words to describe them. Their music takes you along and you sway and feel the pulse and everything feels so so different.
The dedication and the devotion. Music is about throwing your soul into it. She did it.
Theirry Henry, Leo Messi, C Ronaldo, Ryan Giggs and Zizou.
There are many many great players out there. And this might, really not be final list. But I like for various reasons. Henry, my favourite player. His dribbling, finishing and well the overall way he plays 🙂 Messi my second favourite. Young, fast and awesome. Timid and does unbelievable stuff. His pass to Inestia , his header in the finals. I almost sprained a leg.
Giggs, must a surprise to many who know me. But I admire him. He has been playing at the top-level since times before I was born!! Zidane, well every knows him and I love his poise. Ronaldo, well I cannot lie. Come on, everyone tries to do step over like him. Ya I call him a ballerino, but hey! I want to try my hand at dancing too! 😛
Nadal and Justine Henin Hardenne
Nadal is pure power. He is like a bull. I only wish I could keep running like him. Henin well, she is grace, elegance and class. Some how I have never been a fan of Roger, but this lady seems to make for the class bit.
Am not much of a movie person, but some how I seem to have seen a few movies of hers. She has this thing about her. Something subtle, something that makes you notice and admire.
Calvin and Naruto
Calvin is a legend. Naruto, well it is the only manga I read. Calvin makes you realize all those small things and reminds me of the time I was a kid. Naruto well, the energy, the belief and the attitude.
-TO BE Continued-
I know, I know abrupt way to end this. But there probably are too many people who inspire me. Truthfully I am someone who looks for inspiration in everything. Probably why if someone is angry/sad, it climbs on me too. I guess I am sort of sensitive to everything around me. That’s a lot of “I”s I guess 😛 Anyway maybe I should update this list every now and then. As you can see I haven’t mentioned friends/family. There are many who would make it into such a list without second thought, but I have sort of kept it to people whom I haven’t met.
If you want to do this, you can 🙂
March 2, 2010 § 12 Comments
So in full charade of the optimism bug, I think it is time to do a tag. Remember tags? You know where in some ‘tags’ you to write about something/answer some questions? The poor thing sure has been buried for a while now, but time to pull it back up 🙂
So this one is from Aarti and is called the 8-tag 🙂
8 TV shows I like to watch:
Premier league 🙂
Football(including La Liga,which Unfortunately they aren’t showing now and of course excludes whatever I have mentioned above)
Tennis, F1 etc etc..I love watching sports..
I don’t watch much tele 😛
8 favourite places to eat (and drink)
Anywhere where there is ice cream(whole loads of them)
Gangothri/Ajnabee/shree Mithai/good chaat places..
The place needs to be clean..I have this habit of trying to peek into the kitchen before I order..
8 things I look forward to
Growing a loooong beard.
Finishing my CA inter.
Eating and sleeping.
8 things that happened yesterday
Tusnami waves reached Japan(so I heard).
Was jobless enough to bug her in formspring 😛
Got an haircut.
Saw bones for the first time, guess I liked it.
Studied company law.
Jobless discussion on NDTV about Hussain.
Just see wiki, if you really care what happened yesterday 😛
The sun grew a Earth day older 😛
8 things I love about winter
8 things on my wishlist
Oh! so some can buy it for me? Anyway
-Want to Go places.
-A car for sure
8 things I am passionate about
-too many things, so another etc.
8 words or phrases I use often
-the fact is
-I have no clue.
8 things I learnt from the past
-Wasting time is fun.
-wasting time is easy.
-people will be people.
-there is no reason why you can’t smile through problems.
-your happiness is in your hands.
-there are too many idiots in this world.
-people are jobless.
-People are too confused.
8 places I would love to go visit or see
-North madras- haven’t seen much of that side of the city.
-Can I have a time machine?
-Swiss..for the chocolates/cheese and diamond studded watches…
-Length and breadth of India.
-South pole(actually want to move there).
-inside your head.
8 things I currently need or want
-I am quite happy at the moment, so don’t get me started.
-anyway, maybe a fun project?
-new speakers and headphones for the comp..
And now I have to Tag 8 ppl…hmm…well guess anyone can take it up..
February 18, 2010 § 15 Comments
Can we refuse to inherit? No we can’t. Unfortunately.
I am an 18 year, who probably is more sensitive to the world around me than others of my age. When I first heard someone tell me, that my gen. is the hope of the future, I felt happy. That was back then, when I was a 15 year(?) old, when the world seemed a novel place.
Reality(or whatever little of it, i have seen) has a pretty bad influence. Of late, I feel even more pessimistic than usual. Maybe I tend to romanticism too much, but having provided for that, still, the picture looks pretty pathetic.
You see, there are very few who are sensitive to the world in general. And it makes no sense for us(I think I am part of the few), to just talk among ourselves and discuss. True our India has an “argumentative tradition” (as Sen puts it) but today we no more have rulers who are capable enough of understanding the arguments.
You see, democracy is supposed to empower us. It is supposed to give us voice and supposed to make us a part of the nation. But text books can be pretty misleading(of course if you notice the larger picture, it really isn’t- why are kids supposed to mug? Why are they not given reasons? Marks, teachers, parents, right to talk? hmpf.) and I am sure it has been a pretty sour welcome to reality for many.
Not that I expected anything great. I set my expectations, as low as possible and yet, things keep hitting new lows. I am doing a professional course and yet I cannot expect professionalism in the institute(I shall keep away from that for now). I go to an esteemed college, where, contrary to the name, there is no Ananda(or a canteen at least to the level of Ananda Bhavan).
See I don’t even need to go to the good parts- politics, global warming, discrimination at various degrees etc. I can choose anything I want and well show you how screwed up it is.
I probably am too tired to write about those many many things which I care about. Now I actually try to ignore stuff. But I am someone who has learnt to be sensitive to issues. But to what vain?
Inspite of all that, we need to enjoy life. You know what? After a certain while, you get used to these things. Screw expectations, if the system is sucky, you too can make it suck. After all it is just another drop of water. If you want to stand out try adding poison. No one is going to question it. Maybe I am being candid, but hell this is reality, right?
You and me blog and tweet and what not, yet do you think the poachers or the tigers are going to listen to you and me? I do. But I also know they don’t. Do you think the terrorists(of all kinds) give a damn? They have been brainwashed enough. A post, my friend is not going to teach them.
Reality is where you suck up to people and get things done. Hell ya. See thinking of others is a forbidden sin, after all no one gives a damn about you. This is a good old rant, I guess. But I think, I deserve a chance to say these things. And well, seeing the size of the post, I can guarantee myself that most people will see the cartoon and skim through the post and skip to comments, so I can be assured no one is going to give me any sympathy.
Sympathy does us no good. See a fellow sold a movie with sympathy. We are meant to build careers and go on. We enjoy it by having cars/cameras etc. It is better to live in your own shell and wade off invaders. Maybe I should withdraw into mine and not give a hoot, I would love to, but I know I cannot.
I probably care too much. I am trying to learn. But I cannot be a hypocrite. I thought my thoughts were on the right track and maybe they are. But then who cares for what I think? Today we have wonderful people ruling us. I am happy Chennai is a safe city. We hopefully won’t have communal violence here and since it is supposedly conservative, the Senas(or is it padais?) won’t find room here. Try chastising Mylapore and you will been smeared in vibuthi (ash), topped with a namam.
This is another bloody long post. I am happy, I can do this. This goes in line with those conditions apply sort of thing. No one has read it and yet it is out there for everyone to read. This is therapy as well. I feel sort of better. But am still uneasy. After all why do I care? I say I don’t care, yet somewhere in there I care.
I set out believing that the world is good. Now I know the world is good, but the people are too good. I am happy that I have a few friends who can put up with my abject thinking. Abject because, senses and brains are meant for rote learning and yes for feeling pathetic when a person whom you do not know has marked you low.
For those who have been reading my poetry, all this might seem expected. And you probably already know, that I will keep fighting, simply because I am me. Poetry is one of the few joys in this world. IF not for that, I doubt if sanity will ever embrace me.
I recluse to this world, where my thoughts are transformed into unseeable things and spread among humanity in signals. This place is sort of where I belong. But the way I belong to a place never changes- known to everyone, yet very few pay attention. No I am not complaining.
I love to be myself. I find happiness is being me. I know, I know, this has gone out of control. How I wish I had not inherited this world. But hey! at least I should try to make it better for the future right? Peace sounds cool. But you adults are never going to settle for it. After all Europe/Washington is cool enough right? Try Chennai it is hot, you will love it, complete with Molaga Bajji.
Let us face it, all this is too good to be true. We like entertainment. We are selfish. I am- I want to be known in this world. I like to be appreciated and yes I take criticism seriously, because I believe it to be constructive. I think I am a nice guy, especially when you are nice to me. I will do anything for you, as long as I can trust you.
So, whatever. This is a rant, so guess, it ends with a bunch of smileys, showing that all is well. And am not going to edit this. Spellings, grammar and whatever can go hang it self. Carpe diem!
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