Ahh well, what will I say...its only the start of the journey ....I am aiming to reach the top of those mountains...far far away!
Some ambition, some hope....some achievements - it's ain't no good life, but it's my life.
Do you get the picture?
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Love, Life and Society
Tagore depicts love in a sense where two hearts, two bodies and two souls meet and become one, cross all the grating senses of reality.... ego dies down and the submission into the beautiful soothes away all the pain in life. The attraction towards the beautiful comes at a very early stage of life.... where there is no responsibility, just a liking ....which grows deeper with the first touch. This doesn't have any reality attached but a very uncertain future... and mostly the fear of the family. As days pass and the enjoyable school days turn into college times, the liking takes a deeper turn, perhaps turn into real love which is eternal. Few people are lucky to experience this transformation though, as most of the liking and attraction starts of as so called "infatuation" - a nice way to put it, an illusion.......if that be so then why it is attraction at the first place? It is unfortunate that this explanation never changes much, even though you have passed your school days into college life and into the University. Funny isn't it? The another way in which so called society interprets is pretty confusing too...people say love can only be realised when you find the right person.... "right person" so they say....they don't define "right person" do they? Who is this "right person", I sometimes wonder. A woman who understands me, loves me or someone who would be a "perfect match" according to my surroundings, my family and relatives? Sometimes I feel my identity is all predefned by my surroundings....I lack in self identity. 
Friday, January 26, 2007
Most Important Thing in Life?
This is the most interesting question I ever answered! Life as I perceive is a challenge! To get what you want is what everyone works for. I will be however be very blunt. If you ask me this question in need sense... yes the most important things are food for the stomach and a shelter under a roof . These are hardcore needs for survival. A hungry exhausted homeless soul cannot think else. Can they?
I believe love, marraige, families come as a gift to mankind. We never really think what we would have done, if we are born in a world where you never get parents love....you are born and the whole world is infront of you, and you are all alone! Though this is not realistic, these are worth thinking...."life is beautiful" as we define, might not be so to a person who never had a family who would care for him/her, no food, no shelter! Without the very basic needs fullfilled someone cannot even think of anything else!
I believe love, marraige, families come as a gift to mankind. We never really think what we would have done, if we are born in a world where you never get parents love....you are born and the whole world is infront of you, and you are all alone! Though this is not realistic, these are worth thinking...."life is beautiful" as we define, might not be so to a person who never had a family who would care for him/her, no food, no shelter! Without the very basic needs fullfilled someone cannot even think of anything else!
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Resolution
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
- Rabindranath Tagore.
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
- Rabindranath Tagore.
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Monday, November 06, 2006
Transition
As my readers might have enjoyed the subtle glimpse of my childhood, I had penned down before, I would like to continue on depicting some simple aspects which had shaped my ways, especially perceiving life as it moves on. In retrospect, I found that its the foundation of care and discipline which had made me value my principles and adore my distinctive past. Its very important in someone's life, I believe, to cling on something. Like a tree which without roots ceases to survive, the beauty of the life sees a dead end I suppose, without an identity on which one can build on and find some ways to advance. I don't know about my identity as such, however the memories from my childhood gives me respite at odd times, to fall back and cherish them.....at least I feel happy and often grin in amusement.
My childhood spent around the woods in a village and not so well developed home in the city, made myself appreciate the simple way of living life. A person, even without anything can smile. That's the most important thing I learnt. Yet amongst all the grating harshness life has on offer, it doesn't require anymore than what you are to be contented with yourself and smile with courage! You can always try to be better, but life is not all about striving and struggling. Sometimes it is about living it to the fullest. I have seen people who are not really happy even though they are rich, yet the people who live under a bamboo thatched roof are contended and enjoy their dinner lavishly after a hard day work in the fields.
I learnt, we the humans, only derive set rules, and we only follow them. Ever had it dawned on your mind why should we? Unfortunately it is the human nature to follow something. Guidelines are not meant to be accepted bluntly and adhered to. We need to challenge it, for a better transformation. However, it is important to understand where to draw our lines, where to cut our cloth according to the need... with a small pot of earning you cannot really dream of driving the latest car in the world! Can you!?! But if you really think carefully you might not even need a car, you can use public transport, can't u? I use a cycle...that's all I got. I perceive one can enjoy and be happy with what he has, cherish that and keep trying to be better!
My childhood spent around the woods in a village and not so well developed home in the city, made myself appreciate the simple way of living life. A person, even without anything can smile. That's the most important thing I learnt. Yet amongst all the grating harshness life has on offer, it doesn't require anymore than what you are to be contented with yourself and smile with courage! You can always try to be better, but life is not all about striving and struggling. Sometimes it is about living it to the fullest. I have seen people who are not really happy even though they are rich, yet the people who live under a bamboo thatched roof are contended and enjoy their dinner lavishly after a hard day work in the fields.
I learnt, we the humans, only derive set rules, and we only follow them. Ever had it dawned on your mind why should we? Unfortunately it is the human nature to follow something. Guidelines are not meant to be accepted bluntly and adhered to. We need to challenge it, for a better transformation. However, it is important to understand where to draw our lines, where to cut our cloth according to the need... with a small pot of earning you cannot really dream of driving the latest car in the world! Can you!?! But if you really think carefully you might not even need a car, you can use public transport, can't u? I use a cycle...that's all I got. I perceive one can enjoy and be happy with what he has, cherish that and keep trying to be better!
Sunday, November 05, 2006
On the way...
Ever thought the day you are born? Abstract thinking, as one might put , I tend to relax on my cozy chair sometimes after a day of daunting chemistry, thinking of my childhood - a little child who had made through twenty three years of his life. Sometimes, all the memories come back, suddenly to you, when you find yourself very insecure in your present world. Mum's care and affection, is something very near to the heart and soul I believe. Ghostly stories scared me, I remember, in a dark night with drizzles of raindrops on the window panes....I could always run to my mum to find the extra room of comfort and assurance cuddling her. She used to take me in her arms.... the most comfortable and cozy place one can be....where the darest devil cannot even touch you!
My childhood never really ended around my mum. It streched from the lushy green rice fields of my grandparents to the intriguing earthy smell after an evening strom on a hot summer day.
Its fascinating how poor people live their life, they are poor yet happy....grinning always as they take on their daily life.
It used to be a pleasant start in a day, round about 5 am, I used to brush my teeth with a twig from a tree and washed my face with the cold morning waters of the "Dighi". The maids went passed me with bamboo cartons on their head filled with fruits and veggies....I being a city boy used to stare with amazement....they were kind not to overlook me as I was rewarded with a few fruits and possibly some fresh vegetables! I used to run home in delight to show my valuable possessions. As the day progressed and the sun settled itself right on top of my head, in the woods I joined "Delbaharda" (as I used to call him) to catch wild hen. He was an old man of 60 years, yet he was strong enough to run and catch them. We the family, enjoyed a ravishing lunch with sweet dish cooked out of unripe mangoes.
I remember to sit beside the pond with a fishing rope while the sun makes its way to the horizon and the train zoom past with a rythm in far distance. At the dusk, the birds chirped as they returned home, tired they must be, the squirrels found their way to the big holes in the oak trees and the nearby villagers prepared for a cozy evening, lighting their mud heaped fire places to make dinner.
My childhood never really ended around my mum. It streched from the lushy green rice fields of my grandparents to the intriguing earthy smell after an evening strom on a hot summer day.
Its fascinating how poor people live their life, they are poor yet happy....grinning always as they take on their daily life.
It used to be a pleasant start in a day, round about 5 am, I used to brush my teeth with a twig from a tree and washed my face with the cold morning waters of the "Dighi". The maids went passed me with bamboo cartons on their head filled with fruits and veggies....I being a city boy used to stare with amazement....they were kind not to overlook me as I was rewarded with a few fruits and possibly some fresh vegetables! I used to run home in delight to show my valuable possessions. As the day progressed and the sun settled itself right on top of my head, in the woods I joined "Delbaharda" (as I used to call him) to catch wild hen. He was an old man of 60 years, yet he was strong enough to run and catch them. We the family, enjoyed a ravishing lunch with sweet dish cooked out of unripe mangoes.
I remember to sit beside the pond with a fishing rope while the sun makes its way to the horizon and the train zoom past with a rythm in far distance. At the dusk, the birds chirped as they returned home, tired they must be, the squirrels found their way to the big holes in the oak trees and the nearby villagers prepared for a cozy evening, lighting their mud heaped fire places to make dinner.
Myself
Sometimes I wonder why I am here, in this world, struggling to get a degree, sorting out a job and then suddenly one day take the burden of responsibilities of present and future families. Is this what is called life? I suppose its not, its one of those very things, dull heads like me follow, a pre-defined path to be happy in life! So if you ask if I know myself, I really don't and neither anyone knows my trueself. Its the enlightenment I seek for, the degree, the money and the so called love and social rituals really seems insignificant! Did you ever question your existence? I did and I am left with no answer! I wish I can see the ray of hope that will usher in me the realisation someday to know the truth of life and its beauty.
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