Saturday, December 03, 2011

The Sorry State of Being

We travel in the fast lane. We work. We work a lot. Not that we do it for nothing- some yearn, some earn, some learn. Working is good but conditionally, the condition being you are doing what you love to do. With most of us, we don't know what we love. By the time we do, it is too late to take that path. We then end up making what we do, what we love to do. There is no questioning that - compromises are inevitable and for some, permanent. While our lives revolve around work, we lose touch with our ability to follow our gut in matters not related to work. We begin to build a cage of comfort and security around ourselves. By the time we realize we are caged, it is too late. We have neither the courage nor strength to break free. We can either get depressed about it or work on building the courage and strength. And where do we find them both? The answer lies in creativity.

The best creator is perhaps God and nature is his magnum opus. Not many of us have the eye for the lessons hidden in nature's many layers. We turn to those who do - in the form of their works. Poets or writers, painters or sculptors, dancers or musicians and the like all had an eye for creativity. Simple answers to our difficult questions are hidden in their work. The trouble is we don't look closely enough. We are in a rush. We miss the detail. We remain uninspired. That is also probably because we are too full of ourselves. The only question we ask "What is in it for me or my whatever?" The larger picture is the one that you see in totality of scale and perspectives. If you don't, the lesson is incomplete.

While science, technology and rationale thinking have changed the world, the three alone cannot save the world. We are going higher, faster, but we are losing touch with our roots. We need to slow down our pace, catch a breath, take another look at what has gone by and ask the basic questions of life again (remember to replace the 'me' with 'us' and 'I' with 'we' ). If we do not have good answers, we are indeed treading the wrong path.

To summarize, I will quote a paragraph from the Lost World by Michael Crichton. "What makes you think that human beings are sentient and aware? There's no evidence for it. Human beings never think for themselves, they find it too uncomfortable. For the most part, members of our species simply repeat what they are told - and become upset if they are exposed to any different view. The characteristic human trait is not awareness but conformity, and the characteristic result is religious warfare. Other animals fight for territory or food; but, uniquely in the animal kingdom, human beings fight for their "beliefs." The reason is that beliefs guide behavior, which has evolutionary importance among human beings. But at a time when our behavior may well lead us to extinction, I see no reason to assume we have any awareness at all. We are stubborn, self-destructive conformists. Any other view of our species is a self-congratulatory delusion."

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

A Testimonial

You walk at a constant pace
For you do not race

You walk without friends or enemies
You wait for none

You walk on only one path
You see no other way

You walk in one direction
Neither you look behind nor waiver

You walk unstoppably
You have no traction

You walk in the present
You define the past and future

You walk apparently faster or slower
But the frame of reference is you

You walk for eternity
Eternity is your boundary

You walk with many names
Most famously known as 'Time'

PS: Just when I thought this blog was dead, I found inspiration. Writing has become impossible considering life as it is now.

Sunday, October 02, 2011

Why Me?

You keep on running,
You keep on tiring,
For the miles gone by
Leave you sore.
Yet you go on
Cause for the miles to come
May have major milestones in store.


You keep on fighting,
You keep on hurting,
For every bout
Leaves you a scar.
Yet you go on
Cause for the battles you lose
Courage you may have won.


You keep on earning,
You keep on losing,
For everything once lost
Leaves you less richer.
Yet you go on
Cause all that you have lost
May be what you have never wanted.


You keep on running;
You keep on tiring;
You keep on fighting;
You keep on hurting;
You keep on earning;
You keep on losing;
Yet you go on living
In a hope that in the end
Your dream will materialize.
A purpose to your life
You will realize.

Saturday, September 03, 2011

Once upon a time, there was a hotel...

  • ...where recipes were sacrosanct - an onion could not replace a cucumber in a sandwich
  • ...where dessert was served as starters and soup after the main course
  • ...where a veg cheese sandwich was served in place of a veg cheese toast sandwich because that is what the order said and the customer may have forgotten what he ordered
  • ...where drinking water took just 2 hours to reach the room after having called room service
  • ...where the bathroom was so advanced that even the drainage water was filtered by hair accumulated in the mesh and sachets of shampoo and soap were kept torn open for the guest's convenience
  • ...where the full tariff was charged for an AC room with no electricity for half the day
  • ...where for a bill of Rs.107 and a payment of Rs.120, the change given is Rs.3
  • ...where the evenings entertainment was a great show by mosquitoes
  • ...where there was no running warm water in any tap
  • ...which happened to be the most expensive and renowned hotel in the town
  • ...from where I checked out even before completing the first day's stay
PS: Don't stay in Hotel Amardeep at Baramati even if someone pays you to stay there.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Like the Sunshine

The sun had nearly reached the horizon. The weather had turned a notch cooler than it had been at mid-day due to the drizzle that prevailed over the past few hours. A brook was meandering through a lush grassland. It could not be seen but the sound of flowing water could be heard at a distance. In addition to the invisible stream of water was a dying stream of colours, flowing from the skies to the earth as a rainbow. In contrast to the multiple shades of the rainbow, the grass was of a monotonous but fresh green tinge. Parts of each standing blade were magnified at points where the drops of rain had settled, glowing under the light of the sun. Some of the blades were trampled along paths used by walkers, but today, they lay deserted except for his presence. One of the paths falling directly in line with the sun was lit by its now soothing light.

Her silhouette emerged at a distance, rising along the slope of that path. She was running to him, just like the many sparrows rushing to their nests before night fall. She was engulfed by a joy only such natural splendour could bring. She flung her arms out to him as she got closer. With his hands on her waist and hers on his shoulders, he hoisted her off the ground. He turned around to contain the momentum of her motion. As he did so, the sun lent its parting rays to the glow of her face. Though he stood with his back against a glorious sunset, at the door of darkness, he felt fearless and peaceful. She was the sunshine of his life.