With a tick of clock at midnight I turned 25. What did I say ? I turned 25. Whoop! Really! Its only when time has passed away, you find that you have lived through it. A silver jubilee of my birth, and just like that.
Like any other silver jubilee celebration, mine too was nonetheless grand, and the beauty was that I didn't had any idea whatsoever that it would turn up this way. Multitude of gifts, equally greater number of wishes, and much more love. I couldn't have had expected more than this. It was a fresh 25th Birthday of mine.
Adding to this joy was birth of my bhaanji Aahana, the very next morning. Now her fate has been attached to mine, inseprarble and inextricable fate. Not only by dates but also by stars. I have opted the name for her and it means "First rays of Sun", which she would be for many.
And in the end, just one more thing. Its when you expect the least that the best of the things happen, as was my 25th Birthday. Thanks a lot, to all of you.
Sunday, 21 September 2008
Sunday, 31 August 2008
Music
Standing tall on the boundary wall of his house he would marvel at those sounds that seemed to come from the panorama in near distance. the view had a garden filled with assorted plants and few benches sprawled along. He wasn't looking at them, though, he was contemplating on the source of his continuous intrigue, "Where does that music come from after all?". There didn't seem to be any inhabitants in near sight, it just appeared to come from the oblivion.
Saturday, 16 August 2008
‘Bombs and pistols do not make revolution’
[Through this brilliant statement Bhagat Singh demolished the basis of the Sessions Court judgment and emphasised the importance of motive. The motive of action, he argued, should be the main consideration while judging the offence of an accused.]
MY LORDS,
We are neither lawyers nor masters of English language, nor holders of degrees. Therefore, please do not expect any oratorial speech from us. We therefore pray that instead of going into the language mistakes of our statement Your Lordships will try to understand the real sense of it.
Leaving other points to our lawyers, I will confine myself to one point only. The point is very important in this case. The point is as to what were our intentions and to what extent we are guilty. This is a very complicated question and no one will be able to express before you that height to mental elevation which inspired us to think and act in a particular manner. We want that this should be kept in mind while assessing our intentions our offence. According to the famous jurist Solomon, one should not be punished for his criminal offence if his aim is not against law.
We had submitted a written statement in the Sessions Court. That statement explains our aim and, as such, explains our intentions also. But the learned judge dismissed it with one stroke of pen, saying that “generally the operation of law is not affected by how or why one committed the offence. In this country the aim of the offence is very rarely mentioned in legal commentaries”.
My Lords, our contention is that under the circumstances the learned judge ought to have judged us either by the result of our action or on the basis of the psychological part of our statement. But he did not take any of these factors into consideration.
The point to be considered is that the two bombs we threw in the Assembly did not harm anybody physically or economically. As such the punishment awarded to us is not only very harsh but revengeful also. Moreover, the motive knowing his psychology. And no one can do justice to anybody without taking his motive into consideration. If we ignore the motive, the biggest generals of the world will appear like ordinary murderers; revenue officers will look like thieves and cheats. Even judges will be accused of murder. This way the entire social system and the civilisation will be reduced to murders, thefts and cheating. If we ignore the motive, the government will have no right to expect sacrifice from its people and its officials. Ignore the motive and every religious preacher will be dubbed as a preacher of falsehoods, and every prophet will be charged of misguiding crores of simple and ignorant people.
If we set aside the motive, then Jesus Christ will appear to be a man responsible for creating disturbances, breaking peace and preaching revolt, and will be considered to be a “dangerous personality” in the language of the law. But we worship him. He commands great respect in our hearts and his image creates vibrations of spiritualism amongst us. Why? Because the inspiration behind his actions was that of a high ideal. The rulers of that age could not recognise that high idealism. They only saw his outward actions. Nineteen centuries have passed since then. Have we not progressed during this period? Shall we repeat that mistake again? If that be so, then we shall have to admit that all the sacrifices of the mankind and all the efforts of the great martyrs were useless and it would appear as if we are still at the same place where we stood twenty centuries back.
From the legal point of view also, the question of motive is of special importance. Take the example of General Dyer. He resorted to firing and killed hundreds of innocent and unarmed people. But the military court did not order him to be shot. It gave him lakhs of rupees as award. Take another example. Shri Kharag Bahadur Singh, a young Gurkha, Killed a Marwari in Calcutta. If the motive be set aside, then Kharag Bahadur Singh ought to have been hanged. But he was awarded a mild sentence of a few years only. He was even released much before the expiry of his sentence. Was there any loophole in the law that he escaped capital punishment? Or, was the charge of murder not proved against him? Like us, he also accepted the full responsibility of his action, but he escaped death. He is free today. I ask Your Lordship, why was he not awarded capital punishment? His action was well calculated and well planned. From the motive end, his action was more serious and fatal than ours. He was awarded a mild punishment because his intentions were good. He saved the society from a dirty leech who had sucked the life-blood of so many pretty young girls. Kharag Singh was given a mild punishment just to uphold the formalities of the law.
This principle (that the law does not take motive into consideration - ed.) is quite absurd. This is against the basic principles of the law which declares that “the law is for man and not man for the law”. As such, why the same norms are not being applied to us also? It is quite clear that while convicting Kharag Singh his motive was kept in mind, otherwise a murderer can never escape the hangman’s noose. Are we being deprived of the ordinary advantage of the law because our offence is against the government, or because our action has a political importance?
My Lords, under these circumstances, please permit us to assert that a government which seeks shelter behind such mean methods has no right to exist. If it is exists, it is for the time being only, and that too with the blood of thousands of people on its head. If the law does not see the motive there can be no justice, nor can there be stable peace. Mixing of arsenic (poison) in the flour will not be considered to be a crime, provided its purpose is to kill rats. But if the purpose is to kill a man, it becomes a crime of murder. Therefore, such laws which do not stand the test of reason and which are against the principle of justice should be abolished. Because of such unjust laws, many great intellectuals had to adopt the path of revolt.
The facts regarding our case are very simple. We threw two bombs in the legislative Assembly on April 8, 1929. As a result of the explosion, a few persons received minor scratches. There was pandemonium in the chamber, hundreds of visitors and members of the Assembly ran out. Only my friend B.K. Dutt and myself remained seated in the visitors gallery and offered ourselves for arrest. We were tried for attempt to murder, and convicted for life. As mentioned above, as a result of the bomb explosion, only four or five persons were slightly injured and one bench got damaged. We offered ourselves for arrest without any resistance. The Sessions Judge admitted that we could have very easily escaped, had we had any intention like that. We accepted our offence and gave a statement explaining our position. We are not afraid of punishment. But we do not want that we should be wrongly understood. The judge removed a few paragraphs from our statement. This we consider to be harmful for our real position.
A proper study of the full text of our statement will make it clear that, according to us, our country is passing through a delicate phase. We saw the coming catastrophe and thought it proper to give a timely warning with a loud voice, and we gave the warning in the manner we thought proper. We may be wrong. Our line of thinking and that of the learned judge may be different, but that does not mean that we be deprived of the permission to express our ideas, and wrong things be propagated in our name.
In our statement we explained in detail what we mean by “Long Live Revolution” and “Down With Imperialism”. That formed the crux of our ideas. That portion was removed from our statement. Generally a wrong meaning is attributed to the word revolution. That is not our understanding. Bombs and pistols do not make revolution. That is not our understanding. The sword of revolution is sharpened on the whetting-stone of ideas. This is what we wanted to emphasise. By revolution we mean the end of the miseries of capitalist wars. It was not proper to pronounce judgement without understanding our aims and objects and the process of achieving them. To associate wrong ideas with our names is out and out injustice.
It was very necessary to give the timely warning that the unrest of the people is increasing and that the malady may take a serious turn, if not treated in time and properly. If our warning is not heeded, no human power will be able to stop it. We took this step to give proper direction to the storm. We are serious students of history. We believe that, had the ruling powers acted correctly at the proper time, there would have been no bloody revolutions in France and Russia. Several big power of the world tried to check the storm of ideas and were sunk in the atmosphere of bloodshed. The ruling people cannot change the flow of the current. We wanted to give the first warning. Had we aimed at killing some important personalities, we would have failed in the attainment of our aim.
My Lords, this was the aim and the spirit behind our action, and the result of the action corroborates our statement. There is one more point which needs elucidation, and that is regarding the strength of the bombs. Had we had no idea of the strength of the bombs, there would have been no question of our throwing them in the presence of our respected national leader like Pandit Motilal Nehru, Shri Kelkar, Shri Jayaker and Shri Jinnah. How could we have risked the lives of our leaders? After all we are not mad and, had we been so, we would have certainly been sent to the lunatic asylum, instead of being put in jail.
We had full knowledge about the strength of the bombs and that is why we acted with so much confidence. It was very easy to have thrown the bombs on the occupied benches, but it was difficult to have thrown them on unoccupied seats. Had we not of saner mind or had we been mentally unbalanced, the bombs would have fallen on occupied benches and not in empty places.
Therefore I would say that we should be rewarded for the courage we showed in carefully selecting the empty places. Under these conditions, My Lords, we think we have not been understood, My Lords, we think we have not been understood properly. We have not come before you to get our sentences reduced. We have come here to clarify our position. We want that we should not be given any unjust treatment, nor should any unjust opinion be pronounced about us. The question of punishment is of secondary importance before us.
Source: shahidbhagatsingh.org
Friday, 15 August 2008
Sweet Love!!
Love, when given a tag, loses its meaning. Its a feeling , which is so very difficult to be capture and commanded. Its so subtle that none can enforce it upon others , nor can it be felt on its own. Its like that sweet dream which fades away the moment you try to hold it. Its ephemeral.
As with all the emotions, this too doesn't last forever, but, the beauty of this ,is that it can be nurtured and developed into passion which would constantly aflame one's heart. This transition of love into passion is the phase which lets human beings transcend their limits and reach beyond it to achieve it.
This ephemeral feeling of love is what everyone encounters in their lifetime. How many times we have felt that inundation of love into our hearts while talking to an unknown person, or maybe while doing something which we wont even be able to recapitulate later. Alas! the society in its frenzied act tends to bind the feeling into a brand, into a tag of a relationship. Its no wonder then the scandals that we get to hear are the consequence of this foolish pattern. The person involved in thse scandals, furtively drank the nectar of moment under the influence of this emotion. And they are branded as scandals by the guardians of our society. However, there are those coward and hypocrite souls too , who fear this barrier of society so much , that they let this emotion fly away, when it knocks on their doors.
A very common recurrent event corresponding to the serendipity of love is generally found at social gatherings. We meet some affable person sometimes, and we just keep longing that we had spent some more time together. I have felt such serendipity of emotions when sometimes , at public places , my eyes gets caught up with a pretty lady's eyes. We exchange furtive glances at each other. And then going on with our social norms we part away without even talking and keeping that sweetness into our hearts. These moments don't stay with us but certainly the joy of these moments is what we definitely feel , without attaching a name to it. Ah!! Its that pure placid and sweet love!!
As with all the emotions, this too doesn't last forever, but, the beauty of this ,is that it can be nurtured and developed into passion which would constantly aflame one's heart. This transition of love into passion is the phase which lets human beings transcend their limits and reach beyond it to achieve it.
This ephemeral feeling of love is what everyone encounters in their lifetime. How many times we have felt that inundation of love into our hearts while talking to an unknown person, or maybe while doing something which we wont even be able to recapitulate later. Alas! the society in its frenzied act tends to bind the feeling into a brand, into a tag of a relationship. Its no wonder then the scandals that we get to hear are the consequence of this foolish pattern. The person involved in thse scandals, furtively drank the nectar of moment under the influence of this emotion. And they are branded as scandals by the guardians of our society. However, there are those coward and hypocrite souls too , who fear this barrier of society so much , that they let this emotion fly away, when it knocks on their doors.
A very common recurrent event corresponding to the serendipity of love is generally found at social gatherings. We meet some affable person sometimes, and we just keep longing that we had spent some more time together. I have felt such serendipity of emotions when sometimes , at public places , my eyes gets caught up with a pretty lady's eyes. We exchange furtive glances at each other. And then going on with our social norms we part away without even talking and keeping that sweetness into our hearts. These moments don't stay with us but certainly the joy of these moments is what we definitely feel , without attaching a name to it. Ah!! Its that pure placid and sweet love!!
Words of Frustration.
Born in a fucked up place and country, I never had a belief of making it big. Into the heated and dusty place, commuting daily for multiple tuition classes, to learn god knew what.I always had to get myself f****d up against all odds. And all those f*****g worries and tensions went into a gutter, drained away to nothing. What was the meaning of all those sleepless nights that I had? and then to make things worse my lust overgrew itself and I landed up into an obsession of love, which destroyed me beyond repairs. Getting f****d up every morning and night, hoping to hold on until things get better, which they never did. The idea of a sunrise after a long dark night never manifested itself in reality.With each passing day a part of me was mutilated, humiliated, disgraced and destroyed. Putting up sham of seriousness and diligence in life I tried to captivate my mind into the bounds of studies, but that never helped and I went into a deeper abyss. The situation was so dimly vague that it led me inwards into the search if my own self, realization of truth and wisdom. Putting up a considerable amount of effort and time I carried out the search of my inner-being, only to get lost at each new discovery. My laziness overpowered my capacity and dreamland became my dwelling point.
And then with an insouciant desire to be something existing simultaneously with a losing faith in self, I was led into the realms of self-realization. They led me to unknown corners of my thoughts and desire,but, as always none of them could hold me for long. The demolition of the soul continues each day, chiseled finely by the hands of clock, and marveled by the timing and sharpness. And , then confusion rears its head once again. The confusion of being something, of having someone. Everything is lost and fucked up. I don't know what the hell did James Frey (Author: A million Little Pieces) think, but I am sure this life is a f****d up place and all I can afford is to be getting f****d each day and night. This is what my destiny is.
And then with an insouciant desire to be something existing simultaneously with a losing faith in self, I was led into the realms of self-realization. They led me to unknown corners of my thoughts and desire,but, as always none of them could hold me for long. The demolition of the soul continues each day, chiseled finely by the hands of clock, and marveled by the timing and sharpness. And , then confusion rears its head once again. The confusion of being something, of having someone. Everything is lost and fucked up. I don't know what the hell did James Frey (Author: A million Little Pieces) think, but I am sure this life is a f****d up place and all I can afford is to be getting f****d each day and night. This is what my destiny is.
A tryst with an Innominate Stranger
He smiles as I do. As I keep staring at him, he gets embarrassed in some time. The smile on my face reflects on his face too, but suppressed in its content, trying to smother or feign a pain or anguish. Now, as I try to move away, he implores my presence in the scene. I turn back and stare deeper into his eyes, the request drips not from his lips but from his eyes, and drenches my soul.
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
Fear - Our bane or saviour.
Fear as wordweb describes is - An emotion experienced in anticipation of some specific pain or danger (usually accompanied by a desire to flee or fight).
However, its usually accompanied by our desire to flee rather than fight. Escaping from the situation which we conjure up in our minds as the possible outcome, is our oft repeated action. While it may seem to act as our safety valve that protects us from undertaking risky ventures, its the same factor that prevents us from breaking our shells and venturing into the road less traveled. Each fear that we have is based upon certain presumption or notion that we develop. Each fear has its own irrational logic behind it. Its this logic that comes to our mind and inhibits its power to overcome the fear. Its this logic , which has to be fought and extricated from its roots , from our minds , to allow ourselves discover a fearless incarnation of ourselves.
Try to conquer your fear by confronting it face to face and defeating it of its own logic. Each fear that we have kept nourishing within us has inhibited our growth in that direction. Its only by breaking its shackles that we can know what is it that was unexplored up til now, which was hidden from our eyes by this veil of our fear. Fail we may, but it is just one step towards breaking its shell away, if only we are assiduous in our effort .
The reward of winning our fear is unknown to us and it can be only experienced after we overcome it. We can't understand what we dont know that we dont know. Its only by treading on this land that we can feel it. Lets over come our fears. Try one for yourself today.
Remember , an unexplored land awaits there to celebrate your victory. Victory stands tall behind your fear.
However, its usually accompanied by our desire to flee rather than fight. Escaping from the situation which we conjure up in our minds as the possible outcome, is our oft repeated action. While it may seem to act as our safety valve that protects us from undertaking risky ventures, its the same factor that prevents us from breaking our shells and venturing into the road less traveled. Each fear that we have is based upon certain presumption or notion that we develop. Each fear has its own irrational logic behind it. Its this logic that comes to our mind and inhibits its power to overcome the fear. Its this logic , which has to be fought and extricated from its roots , from our minds , to allow ourselves discover a fearless incarnation of ourselves.
Try to conquer your fear by confronting it face to face and defeating it of its own logic. Each fear that we have kept nourishing within us has inhibited our growth in that direction. Its only by breaking its shackles that we can know what is it that was unexplored up til now, which was hidden from our eyes by this veil of our fear. Fail we may, but it is just one step towards breaking its shell away, if only we are assiduous in our effort .
The reward of winning our fear is unknown to us and it can be only experienced after we overcome it. We can't understand what we dont know that we dont know. Its only by treading on this land that we can feel it. Lets over come our fears. Try one for yourself today.
Remember , an unexplored land awaits there to celebrate your victory. Victory stands tall behind your fear.
Monday, 21 July 2008
That Morning ; To Office...
As usual, I was late to office and geared my Honda up to reach in time. The shortcut way to the office didn't had the scourge of traffic , however you couldn't drive fast on these roads pertaining to the uncertainty of some vehicle appearing out of nowhere. When I reached a comparatively free road and picked up the speed I saw an elderly guy in car was coming in my direction and waving his hands out. I couldn't gather his intent, however , he was trying to point out to something that was lying ahead on the road. Ignoring him I moved further, only to find a women lying on the center of the road, whining in pain. It seemed as if she has been hit by the car, but there was no trace of blood nearby. I turned back and found that the guy in the car was still waving his hands . I pressed my brakes and thought for a moment to wait over there and help that woman, who I guess was hit by the car and hence the guy in the car was pointing towards her . However , with all the zeal I thought of helping that unfortunate woman, and was about to get down from my bike, when, all of a sudden I took an another deep look at her.
Tuesday, 15 July 2008
A matter of MATTER.
Into one of those moments , time lost its count. It lost the point where it was supposed to head on to. A parched land received a jolt of happiness of the fresh bout of rain and it created in its own entirety something that had no purpose of existence. Strong breeze took over the gentle calm of the land and began plundering its assets. Such was the commotion that nothing could be heard or seen nearby. All the Ideals and Principles swayed away with that breeze.
It did occur to him that there was a purpose behind all of it, however the rationale behind it was lacking in its entirety, or perhaps, he felt, he had forgotten the meaning of existence or purpose, or may be he has just mixed it all up. The big door to a land of imagination was grimy , and he felt that with his hands.It was misty with the emotion which was dilly dallying over whether it is a messenger of joy or is it a harbinger of hell. He wished to dare and cross the door, but the barriers to the door were two long ZIP lines, bound together with probity.
Anyways, his mind had left him at this moment and the actions were those marked by the natural instincts of an animal. Moving ahead he felt a moist universe into his hands and it appeared to fade down with emotions that were still confused of its nature. He didn't restraint himself , though, at this juncture and moved on with the instincts that were sown deep down into his self, and it marked the moment when these confluence of matter lost into each other......
.....Ahh! I found it. Eureka!! Its the confluence of matter that makes us as we are and so does it creates the entire universe around us. Its way leads ultimately into the same blackness that it originated from. This seems to be a revelation to me, a revelation of truth, bounded by mater itself. Perhaps, I am the delighted one now, or Am I the enlightened one? Hold on!
What about the question of the purpose piece of matter is supposed to serve.
There ain't none. Its like the natural movement of earth, the natural singing of koels, and so is it the natural growth of ours. Creation shall invite destruction to take upon itself the responsibility of keeping the wheel spinning, which shall always continue spinning, it has no start or ends attached to it.
Wait a minute! Does this justify a life devoid of purpose? Ahh! That's not the question, its not to be asked about, nature's purpose is to be imbued into one's own self, it attends that purpose on its own, however, when you try to gauze that , its lost.Such is the subtleness of this matter.
But , wait! I am drinking the nectar now, feeding this material its food, feeding this undefined central force, and this I keep moving. I swallow the two poles of this mass and drink from its pores. I continue drinking them until the moment it takes me to an unknown height, the height which couldn't be reached individually. And then, at once my universe collapses infront of me, perhaps, I drank too much out of it. It gets lost and slips out of my hand and I am just caught unawares, longing for more.
Enough of this now! My hunger has died down, I am filled to my core. Ramifications of this devouring act doth seems to take me a step back however. But then, what is it to care about?whom to worry about? myself? There is no me. I am null and nothing. I am the void that has originated everything and its to this void that we keep commuting to and from.
It did occur to him that there was a purpose behind all of it, however the rationale behind it was lacking in its entirety, or perhaps, he felt, he had forgotten the meaning of existence or purpose, or may be he has just mixed it all up. The big door to a land of imagination was grimy , and he felt that with his hands.It was misty with the emotion which was dilly dallying over whether it is a messenger of joy or is it a harbinger of hell. He wished to dare and cross the door, but the barriers to the door were two long ZIP lines, bound together with probity.
Anyways, his mind had left him at this moment and the actions were those marked by the natural instincts of an animal. Moving ahead he felt a moist universe into his hands and it appeared to fade down with emotions that were still confused of its nature. He didn't restraint himself , though, at this juncture and moved on with the instincts that were sown deep down into his self, and it marked the moment when these confluence of matter lost into each other......
.....Ahh! I found it. Eureka!! Its the confluence of matter that makes us as we are and so does it creates the entire universe around us. Its way leads ultimately into the same blackness that it originated from. This seems to be a revelation to me, a revelation of truth, bounded by mater itself. Perhaps, I am the delighted one now, or Am I the enlightened one? Hold on!
What about the question of the purpose piece of matter is supposed to serve.
There ain't none. Its like the natural movement of earth, the natural singing of koels, and so is it the natural growth of ours. Creation shall invite destruction to take upon itself the responsibility of keeping the wheel spinning, which shall always continue spinning, it has no start or ends attached to it.
Wait a minute! Does this justify a life devoid of purpose? Ahh! That's not the question, its not to be asked about, nature's purpose is to be imbued into one's own self, it attends that purpose on its own, however, when you try to gauze that , its lost.Such is the subtleness of this matter.
But , wait! I am drinking the nectar now, feeding this material its food, feeding this undefined central force, and this I keep moving. I swallow the two poles of this mass and drink from its pores. I continue drinking them until the moment it takes me to an unknown height, the height which couldn't be reached individually. And then, at once my universe collapses infront of me, perhaps, I drank too much out of it. It gets lost and slips out of my hand and I am just caught unawares, longing for more.
Enough of this now! My hunger has died down, I am filled to my core. Ramifications of this devouring act doth seems to take me a step back however. But then, what is it to care about?whom to worry about? myself? There is no me. I am null and nothing. I am the void that has originated everything and its to this void that we keep commuting to and from.
Culture - A Middle Class Prerogative.
Consistent with the human tendency of classifying things in different groups ,I have hit upon the idea that "Culture" as popularly believed is the prerogative of middle class citizens of a country. The lower class denizens and the so called High class society of any nation doesn't contribute its bit to what a nation proudly holds as its culture. Its the middle class citizens who cling on to the idea of a culture that holds them together and serves as a guiding path for them through the meandering paths of life, whereas the set of people with affluence as their pillow do not show a proclivity towards the established notion of culture.
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
To you, with love!
The power of kiss,and the state of bliss ....
feel of touch ,and the joy of feat ,
all in a sight ,as you see him there
the lanky legs , the sneaky steps
the smiling face, and eyes ablaze
No , not eyes,they are rays of light
Don't dare to see ,rest they make you blind ,
Don't talk you maven!you whisper a spell
and off if he goes , silence spreads like hell.
Then on his mercy, he guides you the way
amid moon and stars,laden with gay
oh my dear! you cry this is night!!
and he tells you ,yet it is bright
fear for the night,then fear for the day
what in the world? , nothing does stay
life with languish,pain ,joy and love
life with a maths of why and how ?
live my honey,you live for your soul
for nothing in the world you find so pure
then do you know,life starts with you
you die and your life then dies with you
Up then he looks and smothers a smile,
holds her hand and stays for a while
love you dear,she cries in pain
and steps away ,efforts go in vain
life moves on and so must you
love you dear, alwaayz love you.
feel of touch ,and the joy of feat ,
all in a sight ,as you see him there
the lanky legs , the sneaky steps
the smiling face, and eyes ablaze
No , not eyes,they are rays of light
Don't dare to see ,rest they make you blind ,
Don't talk you maven!you whisper a spell
and off if he goes , silence spreads like hell.
Then on his mercy, he guides you the way
amid moon and stars,laden with gay
oh my dear! you cry this is night!!
and he tells you ,yet it is bright
fear for the night,then fear for the day
what in the world? , nothing does stay
life with languish,pain ,joy and love
life with a maths of why and how ?
live my honey,you live for your soul
for nothing in the world you find so pure
then do you know,life starts with you
you die and your life then dies with you
Up then he looks and smothers a smile,
holds her hand and stays for a while
love you dear,she cries in pain
and steps away ,efforts go in vain
life moves on and so must you
love you dear, alwaayz love you.
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
Moments of Truth or Truth of moments.
I wish to divide time into a million fragments and observe them each to decipher the entrenched meaning of those moments. How does each of them wish to be , and how do they decide the course of the next moment? All of it would enlighten me with a secret of nature although there runs a greater risk for me of getting baffled and confused in search of its worth in each moment.
Monday, 16 June 2008
Nocturnal Delight.
Rustling of leaves on the tree breaks the deafening silence of the night. The twinkling stars pierce the darkness. The gentle breeze wafts through the space and blows away the bunch of clouds, thereby shrouding the Moon. Squirming of its shyness moon glows brighter and bathes the land beneath into its milky white color.
A diaphanous evening.
"Such was the scene, entire panorama was shrouded in mist as if nature has worn a cellophane dress. It was drizzling, though sporadically , creating a veil of tenuous sheet , however it was overshadowed by the adamant breeze blowing blatantly from all corners as if it has lost its way, and trying to move in all the directions at the same time. I wafted through that blanket on that evening when I sped through that alleyway to meet her."
A philosophical binge
Caught into the mire of life I feel lost more than often. Every word that I hear directs me to a new path which is ostensibly truth. The pace with which the thought arrives is the same at which it evaporates, leaving me in lurch. What can an individual supposedly believe as truth , each of the thoughts expressed in this world have got their own background in which they appear to be pertinent.
And if thoughts are to come by the help of someone else’s belief then where is the originality of thought in which we ought to believe. Collaboration seems to be an essential item in the society that we live and endorse but its this collaboration that kills our individuality. We tend to behave, act as the popular opinion seems to be , we are forced to join the second hander of this world.
I seem to find that human being is supreme in himself. He is the sole owner of his life and whatever he does , he does it for himself only. Any thought that originates from his mind is his only thought and that is the supreme of all thoughts as it is his own. No other individual has any right whatsoever on even a minute of his life.
To have the courage to stand by his conviction and stand against the whole community of second hander is the sole purpose of his .
What is the thought that I should stand by. Illusions seem to bind me full circle. And I resemble a snake who has half eaten a frog and is neither able to swallow it nor does he want to let it go.
What is my idea ? What do I think? In what way I am to be what I want to be? The questions are plentiful. But its this quantity of questions that makes me believe that there is a single answer to all of them and its lurking somewhere around me.
And if thoughts are to come by the help of someone else’s belief then where is the originality of thought in which we ought to believe. Collaboration seems to be an essential item in the society that we live and endorse but its this collaboration that kills our individuality. We tend to behave, act as the popular opinion seems to be , we are forced to join the second hander of this world.
I seem to find that human being is supreme in himself. He is the sole owner of his life and whatever he does , he does it for himself only. Any thought that originates from his mind is his only thought and that is the supreme of all thoughts as it is his own. No other individual has any right whatsoever on even a minute of his life.
To have the courage to stand by his conviction and stand against the whole community of second hander is the sole purpose of his .
What is the thought that I should stand by. Illusions seem to bind me full circle. And I resemble a snake who has half eaten a frog and is neither able to swallow it nor does he want to let it go.
What is my idea ? What do I think? In what way I am to be what I want to be? The questions are plentiful. But its this quantity of questions that makes me believe that there is a single answer to all of them and its lurking somewhere around me.
Pining for a lost Spring
And suddenly the air begins to drift away in a different direction leaving aside the speculation of its presence. It blows with a force formidable enough to blow away castles.
Slowly it descends through the plain surface and gets lost into its own wilderness. A ripple forms on the surface and manifests itself through a smile, and then slowly it gets dissolved amidst the commotion. While these things happen, she sits there at a hand’s distance, agnostic of the ripples, the moving away of breath, the fluttering of lungs and how the 350 gm. piece of muscle beats hard trying to break loose and burst out.
Slowly it descends through the plain surface and gets lost into its own wilderness. A ripple forms on the surface and manifests itself through a smile, and then slowly it gets dissolved amidst the commotion. While these things happen, she sits there at a hand’s distance, agnostic of the ripples, the moving away of breath, the fluttering of lungs and how the 350 gm. piece of muscle beats hard trying to break loose and burst out.
Traffic Joy
One of the biggest banes of living in a big city is its traffic condition and especially if the infrastructure of the city doesn't keep pace with growth it becomes hell.
traffic in my city is really one of the most horrible ones.At the peak time we cant drive continuously even for half a kilometer.
But its very amusing to observe the set of people caught along with you in the traffic.Although all of them would seem to be in a hurry but the expressions on their face vary considerably.A busy person (Businessman) would continue talking on his hands-free about the business issues.Couples on bikes would cozy up on their seats.Babies would start jumping and looking at the faces of person surrounding them, wondering why is everyone in a hurry.
Then there would be very tired group of person keenly looking for the passages which they could take, so as to escape as soon as possible.The tiredness of the full days job reveals itself clearly on his face.Then there will be a group of peddlers trying to cross the road within the time during which lights are red ,looking apprehensively on both the sides of the road .Also visible though not apparently is their plans after they reach their destination.
This confluence of multitude of emotions at a single point is the phenomenon that could only be observed in a busy city only.Among the cacophony of noise and bedlam of chaos flows a bundle of emotions , silently ,through each person manifesting itself on their faces.
traffic in my city is really one of the most horrible ones.At the peak time we cant drive continuously even for half a kilometer.
But its very amusing to observe the set of people caught along with you in the traffic.Although all of them would seem to be in a hurry but the expressions on their face vary considerably.A busy person (Businessman) would continue talking on his hands-free about the business issues.Couples on bikes would cozy up on their seats.Babies would start jumping and looking at the faces of person surrounding them, wondering why is everyone in a hurry.
Then there would be very tired group of person keenly looking for the passages which they could take, so as to escape as soon as possible.The tiredness of the full days job reveals itself clearly on his face.Then there will be a group of peddlers trying to cross the road within the time during which lights are red ,looking apprehensively on both the sides of the road .Also visible though not apparently is their plans after they reach their destination.
This confluence of multitude of emotions at a single point is the phenomenon that could only be observed in a busy city only.Among the cacophony of noise and bedlam of chaos flows a bundle of emotions , silently ,through each person manifesting itself on their faces.
Conventional wisdom
Conventional wisdom
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Conventional wisdom (CW) is a term coined by the economist John Kenneth Galbraith in The Affluent Society, used to describe certain ideas or explanations that are generally accepted as true by the public.
Conventional wisdom is not necessarily true. Many urban legends, for example, are accepted on the basis of being "conventional wisdom". Conventional wisdom is also often seen as an obstacle to introducing new theories, explanations, and so as an obstacle that must be overcome by such revisionism. This is to say, that despite new information to the contrary, conventional wisdom has a property analogous to inertia, a momentum, that opposes the introduction of contrary belief; sometimes to the point of absurd denial of the new information set by persons strongly holding an outdated (conventional wisdom) view. This inertia is due to conventional wisdom being made of ideas that are convenient, appealing and deeply assumed by the public, who hangs on to them even as they grow outdated. The unavoidable outcome is these ideas will eventually not match reality at all, so conventional wisdom will be violently shaken until it doesn't conflict reality so blatantly.
Or, to put it simply:
The enemy of the conventional wisdom is not ideas but the march of events. John Kenneth Galbraith, The Affluent Society (1958).
The concept of Conventional Wisdom also is applied or implied in political senses, often related closely with the phenomenon of Talking Points. It is used pejoratively to refer to the idea that statements which are repeated over and over become conventional wisdom regardless of whether or not they are true.
In a more general sense, it is used to refer to the accepted truth about something which nearly no-one would argue about, and so is used as a gauge (or well-spring) of normative behavior or belief, even within a professional context. One such example was conventional wisdom in 1960, even among most doctors, dictated that smoking was not particularly harmful to one's health. Another: It might be used in this manner discussing a technical matter such as the conventional wisdom was that a man would suffer fatal injuries if he experienced more than eighteen G-Forces in an aerospace vehicle. (John Stapp shattered that myth by repeatedly withstanding far more in his research—peaking above 46 Gs).
It should be noted that when conventional wisdoms are overthrown, outranked, or outflanked by new ideas, and the new conventional wisdom becomes established in place of the previous one, there may yet be considerable remaining affiliation to the previous regime: Einstein could not let go of the older deterministic ideas and accept the new conventional wisdom of Heisenberg's uncertainty principle and the necessity of using probability mathematics in nuclear physics.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Conventional wisdom (CW) is a term coined by the economist John Kenneth Galbraith in The Affluent Society, used to describe certain ideas or explanations that are generally accepted as true by the public.
Conventional wisdom is not necessarily true. Many urban legends, for example, are accepted on the basis of being "conventional wisdom". Conventional wisdom is also often seen as an obstacle to introducing new theories, explanations, and so as an obstacle that must be overcome by such revisionism. This is to say, that despite new information to the contrary, conventional wisdom has a property analogous to inertia, a momentum, that opposes the introduction of contrary belief; sometimes to the point of absurd denial of the new information set by persons strongly holding an outdated (conventional wisdom) view. This inertia is due to conventional wisdom being made of ideas that are convenient, appealing and deeply assumed by the public, who hangs on to them even as they grow outdated. The unavoidable outcome is these ideas will eventually not match reality at all, so conventional wisdom will be violently shaken until it doesn't conflict reality so blatantly.
Or, to put it simply:
The enemy of the conventional wisdom is not ideas but the march of events. John Kenneth Galbraith, The Affluent Society (1958).
The concept of Conventional Wisdom also is applied or implied in political senses, often related closely with the phenomenon of Talking Points. It is used pejoratively to refer to the idea that statements which are repeated over and over become conventional wisdom regardless of whether or not they are true.
In a more general sense, it is used to refer to the accepted truth about something which nearly no-one would argue about, and so is used as a gauge (or well-spring) of normative behavior or belief, even within a professional context. One such example was conventional wisdom in 1960, even among most doctors, dictated that smoking was not particularly harmful to one's health. Another: It might be used in this manner discussing a technical matter such as the conventional wisdom was that a man would suffer fatal injuries if he experienced more than eighteen G-Forces in an aerospace vehicle. (John Stapp shattered that myth by repeatedly withstanding far more in his research—peaking above 46 Gs).
It should be noted that when conventional wisdoms are overthrown, outranked, or outflanked by new ideas, and the new conventional wisdom becomes established in place of the previous one, there may yet be considerable remaining affiliation to the previous regime: Einstein could not let go of the older deterministic ideas and accept the new conventional wisdom of Heisenberg's uncertainty principle and the necessity of using probability mathematics in nuclear physics.
Bhagat Singh
Bhagat Singh as a revolutionary wasn't as popular as Gandhi but he certainly did have a legion of followers among the youth of that period.The actions perpetrated by him also revealed sections of Congress men with different thoughts. He was very much adored by Nehru ,Subhash and was considered as a great force in the Indian revolutionary scenario.
Though largely portrayed as an extremist revolutionary an insight into his acts clearly reveal that he was against violence as the means of attaining freedom. He said in one of his speech in the courtroom that independence doesn't come through Bombs and ammunitions, and he too doesn't believe in it but he had opted to do it in order to let the deaf ears of the imperialist rulers hear the voice of Indian masses.
One of the largely hidden facet of Bhagat singh was that he was a voracious reader and an avid thinker.He has recorded many of his thoughts in the diary that he wrote in the prison during his last days.He was an atheist and firmly disapproved of god and superstitious practices.He was very much inspired by the revolutions in Russia and their leaders.In one of his letters he also specifies that he was a very shy and confused young person in his college and when he jumped into the mission he had his own doubt as what if it fails.But then he started reading, and it dispelled his fears."We can only do our part,success and failure depends on the environment and luck",he wrote.
Bhagat singh hasn't got much of the mentioning among today's youth which he deserves very much. Not only because he was a revolutionary who gave his life for the country at a very young age but also because he was a great thinker and his radical ideas could serve as an eye-opener for many a person.I feel very emotional while writing his slogan here...
"Long Live Revolution"
Hope that we keep that revolution into our hearts and bring socialism to the fore and create an India of his dreams.
Though largely portrayed as an extremist revolutionary an insight into his acts clearly reveal that he was against violence as the means of attaining freedom. He said in one of his speech in the courtroom that independence doesn't come through Bombs and ammunitions, and he too doesn't believe in it but he had opted to do it in order to let the deaf ears of the imperialist rulers hear the voice of Indian masses.
One of the largely hidden facet of Bhagat singh was that he was a voracious reader and an avid thinker.He has recorded many of his thoughts in the diary that he wrote in the prison during his last days.He was an atheist and firmly disapproved of god and superstitious practices.He was very much inspired by the revolutions in Russia and their leaders.In one of his letters he also specifies that he was a very shy and confused young person in his college and when he jumped into the mission he had his own doubt as what if it fails.But then he started reading, and it dispelled his fears."We can only do our part,success and failure depends on the environment and luck",he wrote.
Bhagat singh hasn't got much of the mentioning among today's youth which he deserves very much. Not only because he was a revolutionary who gave his life for the country at a very young age but also because he was a great thinker and his radical ideas could serve as an eye-opener for many a person.I feel very emotional while writing his slogan here...
"Long Live Revolution"
Hope that we keep that revolution into our hearts and bring socialism to the fore and create an India of his dreams.
Sunday, 15 June 2008
Reviving the blog.
I feel very happy to revive the blog that I created one year back. I feel now I am more matured and willing to actively take part into the blogging activity. I have a gut feel that I will be able to make good use of this blog. At the the same time I would wish all of you to participate into this and share your feelings and knowledge. see u all there..
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