What does one do when one falls in love with someone REAL hard *thud* ....?
What does one do when the other person is ALSO maybe having feelings for you...?
What does one do when the other person is in a relationship with someone else but is not happy there...?
What do I do...?
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Friday, May 27, 2005
On our way to becoming Shanghai
Location: Western Express Highway, Jogeshwari, Mumbai.
Time : 2:00 P.M.
It has become the MMRDA digging ground. A group of 10-15 dhoti-clad workers were sweating it out. I was in my car at a signal. I was watching one really thin man in his early thirties amongst these ‘diggers’. He was pounding the earth below with a long heavy iron rod. He had almost acquired a rhythm in his digging and I followed the beat in my mind and I was singing songs in my head….(thump)I walk this (thump) street (thump) boule(thump) of broken (thump) Where the (thump) sleeps…And suddenly he stops pounding; straightens his bent back…and…he puts a cell phone to his ear!!!
I grinned in amusement and drove away.
Time : 2:00 P.M.
It has become the MMRDA digging ground. A group of 10-15 dhoti-clad workers were sweating it out. I was in my car at a signal. I was watching one really thin man in his early thirties amongst these ‘diggers’. He was pounding the earth below with a long heavy iron rod. He had almost acquired a rhythm in his digging and I followed the beat in my mind and I was singing songs in my head….(thump)I walk this (thump) street (thump) boule(thump) of broken (thump) Where the (thump) sleeps…And suddenly he stops pounding; straightens his bent back…and…he puts a cell phone to his ear!!!
“Aama Saar. Parva ille saar”The signal turned green.
I grinned in amusement and drove away.
Monday, May 23, 2005
The toilet is a very strange place indeed! Some of the best creative ideas strike in the loo when one is doing one of the most mechanical jobs one can imagine.
When I was in the loo I was transported in the past this time…precisely 7 years ago. I was in Ruparel College in the first year, science stream. My subjects were Physics, Stats and Maths. But looking at those please don’t jump to the conclusion that I was good at studies. I was basically crazy about Einstein and his theory of relativity and I loved astronomy in general. That’s why I followed Physics into Degree College too. Well, but by this time even the Guitar had entered my life and I was totally in love with it and the twist in the story is that I had begun hating my science-student life from the bottom of my heart! That’s because my whole day was spent in completing journals and in the dark physics lab! I hated it because it kept me away from my guitar. BINGO! It finally struck me that I am an artist and not a science freak! When I used to read my science texts and see that the current flows from Point A to Point B or when it proclaimed that the earth goes around and the oceans are held on the earth’s surface because of a certain Centrifugal and Centripetal force, I thought,
I had joined a guitar class by then. But it would not suffice for my hunger for guitar knowledge. I wanted more. So, one day I left from home for college. But instead of reaching college, at 8 A.M. I reached my guitar tutor’s home and told him, “I want to be a musician. Please help me.” He sent me to a more serious tutor called Mr. Rodriguez. I travelled to his home and told him that I wanted to learn more. He gave me a guitar and asked me to play. He was a stout old gentleman with really big stern eyes. He told me that if I kept playing like that, he would slap me! Then he told me a big list of things that I SHOULD learn…while two other guys with guitars looked meekly at me. Perhaps they too were at this stage in the recent past. From there I went straight to the Mumbai University to find out about music courses offered there. It was lunch time there so I was sent somewhere else…ultimately I did not find what I wanted.
But the point is that at that time, there was no ‘fear’, no inhibitions or hesitations! The mind was so full of innocence that I could just go out and search for what I wanted. It was so easy to change paths, try something new or do something which the heart desires.
*sigh* I so love those days…
When I was in the loo I was transported in the past this time…precisely 7 years ago. I was in Ruparel College in the first year, science stream. My subjects were Physics, Stats and Maths. But looking at those please don’t jump to the conclusion that I was good at studies. I was basically crazy about Einstein and his theory of relativity and I loved astronomy in general. That’s why I followed Physics into Degree College too. Well, but by this time even the Guitar had entered my life and I was totally in love with it and the twist in the story is that I had begun hating my science-student life from the bottom of my heart! That’s because my whole day was spent in completing journals and in the dark physics lab! I hated it because it kept me away from my guitar. BINGO! It finally struck me that I am an artist and not a science freak! When I used to read my science texts and see that the current flows from Point A to Point B or when it proclaimed that the earth goes around and the oceans are held on the earth’s surface because of a certain Centrifugal and Centripetal force, I thought,
“How does that matter to me and my guitar?! The only force that keeps theI changed my stream. I took up Arts; Psychology, Philosophy and History. !
guitar stuck on me is Love!”
I had joined a guitar class by then. But it would not suffice for my hunger for guitar knowledge. I wanted more. So, one day I left from home for college. But instead of reaching college, at 8 A.M. I reached my guitar tutor’s home and told him, “I want to be a musician. Please help me.” He sent me to a more serious tutor called Mr. Rodriguez. I travelled to his home and told him that I wanted to learn more. He gave me a guitar and asked me to play. He was a stout old gentleman with really big stern eyes. He told me that if I kept playing like that, he would slap me! Then he told me a big list of things that I SHOULD learn…while two other guys with guitars looked meekly at me. Perhaps they too were at this stage in the recent past. From there I went straight to the Mumbai University to find out about music courses offered there. It was lunch time there so I was sent somewhere else…ultimately I did not find what I wanted.
But the point is that at that time, there was no ‘fear’, no inhibitions or hesitations! The mind was so full of innocence that I could just go out and search for what I wanted. It was so easy to change paths, try something new or do something which the heart desires.
*sigh* I so love those days…
Thursday, May 19, 2005
The real thing...?
What is ‘real’?
Something tangible? But that tangible, can turn intangible anytime! Is the person beside you ‘real’? But people can just vanish…and then what is left? Memories, sounds and pictures in the head. Can you show them to your best friend? You can only ‘tell it’ as it was. It can never come back. All the ‘reality’ that we see around us, how much is ‘real’ for sure? Transient is everything. Everybody.
We say something is painful because we have experienced pleasure, we know something is cold because we have experienced heat. As with all dualities, so with this. If all this is ‘unreal’, what/ where is ‘real’? There has to be something which is NOT transient, something that is time-proof, something that does not decay…
What is real?
Something tangible? But that tangible, can turn intangible anytime! Is the person beside you ‘real’? But people can just vanish…and then what is left? Memories, sounds and pictures in the head. Can you show them to your best friend? You can only ‘tell it’ as it was. It can never come back. All the ‘reality’ that we see around us, how much is ‘real’ for sure? Transient is everything. Everybody.
We say something is painful because we have experienced pleasure, we know something is cold because we have experienced heat. As with all dualities, so with this. If all this is ‘unreal’, what/ where is ‘real’? There has to be something which is NOT transient, something that is time-proof, something that does not decay…
What is real?
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
If you notice, so many of us are worried about our ‘image’ more than anything else. We are all busy sticking to our images of who we think we are. Of course, it also means this is with regard to ‘other’ people’s perception of our image. Confusing? It’s not really that complicated!
A husband and wife have been married for five years now and the wife’s mother always taught her to respect her husband and his family. Now, five years down the line, this woman discovers that her husband and her in-laws are not all that ‘respectable’ and being the humans that we all are, we commit some really stupid mistakes. Because this woman has squeezed herself into this ‘image’ of the ‘ideal’ wife/ daughter-in-law, she refuses to depart from it by not speaking up at all! Ok, now we all might not identify with a situation like this. Let’s take another example.
There is this young man in his early twenties who’s just got his degree and has begun working in a very reputed firm with a handsome salary, perks etc. His family, his friends, his neighbours…everyone is happy about him. He’s enjoying his job too…even his odd hours and overtime. After about four months in the job, he realises that he’s not all that happy. He feels this kind of heavy feeling in his head when he wakes up and thinks about going to work. It becomes a burden. He gets this job because his qualification matches his job profile. But his heart lies in theatre. He knows it. It won’t pay well, the working hours would be odd but still he would love going for rehearsals anyway. The lights, the stage, the energy, the script…he is dreaming about it when he goes for his job too. What would this man do? Normally, he would stick to his job because, suddenly he would lose all the ‘status’ associated with the job. Perhaps he doesn’t want people around to think that he is a ‘struggler’ in the theatre business. So, even though his heart yearns for something else, he doesn’t do anything about it. Reason? IMAGE!
Unfortunately, this the way mind works.
What is Life about after all? Being happy, right? So of what consequence is living something we don’t enjoy?
On a lighter note, one of teachers used to call this state of mind, ‘toilet-seat mentality’!
A husband and wife have been married for five years now and the wife’s mother always taught her to respect her husband and his family. Now, five years down the line, this woman discovers that her husband and her in-laws are not all that ‘respectable’ and being the humans that we all are, we commit some really stupid mistakes. Because this woman has squeezed herself into this ‘image’ of the ‘ideal’ wife/ daughter-in-law, she refuses to depart from it by not speaking up at all! Ok, now we all might not identify with a situation like this. Let’s take another example.
There is this young man in his early twenties who’s just got his degree and has begun working in a very reputed firm with a handsome salary, perks etc. His family, his friends, his neighbours…everyone is happy about him. He’s enjoying his job too…even his odd hours and overtime. After about four months in the job, he realises that he’s not all that happy. He feels this kind of heavy feeling in his head when he wakes up and thinks about going to work. It becomes a burden. He gets this job because his qualification matches his job profile. But his heart lies in theatre. He knows it. It won’t pay well, the working hours would be odd but still he would love going for rehearsals anyway. The lights, the stage, the energy, the script…he is dreaming about it when he goes for his job too. What would this man do? Normally, he would stick to his job because, suddenly he would lose all the ‘status’ associated with the job. Perhaps he doesn’t want people around to think that he is a ‘struggler’ in the theatre business. So, even though his heart yearns for something else, he doesn’t do anything about it. Reason? IMAGE!
Unfortunately, this the way mind works.
What is Life about after all? Being happy, right? So of what consequence is living something we don’t enjoy?
On a lighter note, one of teachers used to call this state of mind, ‘toilet-seat mentality’!
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
“SUCCESS”
How is it measured?
How does one know if one is successful or not?
What lengths will one go to, to achieve it?
What kinds of compromises are involved?
Really, how is success generally measured? We usually measure it in terms of money. If the occupation we are in returns money enough just for sustenance, it’s not really a great success. But if we earn enough to buy a car, shop extensively on weekends and pamper the taste-buds with ‘Fresh Pizza’…it may be called ‘SUCCESS’.
Everybody wants to be successful at the end of any given endeavour. Nobody willingly embraces failure. People forget hunger, thirst, sleep, leisure, family, lovers, friends, duties, countrymen, compassion, entertainment, movies, music, passions, hobbies, sport, health, life, breath, holidays, travel, meditation, parents, God…everything! Most importantly, they forget who they themselves are! This is too big a price to pay for ‘success’. To become happy in the FUTURE, we become unhappy in the present!
What I am arriving at is that, ‘Success’ has to be redefined. There are thousands of ‘successful’ people in the world outside…but how many of them are really ‘happy’???
For me, success means being happy in the present. What does it mean for you?
How is it measured?
How does one know if one is successful or not?
What lengths will one go to, to achieve it?
What kinds of compromises are involved?
Really, how is success generally measured? We usually measure it in terms of money. If the occupation we are in returns money enough just for sustenance, it’s not really a great success. But if we earn enough to buy a car, shop extensively on weekends and pamper the taste-buds with ‘Fresh Pizza’…it may be called ‘SUCCESS’.
Everybody wants to be successful at the end of any given endeavour. Nobody willingly embraces failure. People forget hunger, thirst, sleep, leisure, family, lovers, friends, duties, countrymen, compassion, entertainment, movies, music, passions, hobbies, sport, health, life, breath, holidays, travel, meditation, parents, God…everything! Most importantly, they forget who they themselves are! This is too big a price to pay for ‘success’. To become happy in the FUTURE, we become unhappy in the present!
What I am arriving at is that, ‘Success’ has to be redefined. There are thousands of ‘successful’ people in the world outside…but how many of them are really ‘happy’???
For me, success means being happy in the present. What does it mean for you?
Friday, April 15, 2005
Slow down, You move too fast...
Why are we all running?
Do we know that we ARE running?
Is running important at all?
I just happened to get this flash of thought the other day.
Our life is like driving from point ‘a’ to destination ‘b’. We all have our own chosen destinations. Usually we start from the highway at full throttle speed! Why at such great speed, do you ask? I don’t know. Nobody does. We can overtake other vehicles on the highway, cut lanes. But when we reach a red signal, all the vehicles stop. They must. Else they will be fined. Big, small, new, old, indigenous, foreign-made, diesel or petrol…everyone must stop and then start the journey again together.
Then what was the purpose of shooting from the highway at break-neck speed, draw the wrath and bad-will of vehicles we have dangerously overtaken or honked endlessly at? Ultimately, even we had to obey the rules by stopping at a red signal; and red signals are predestined! Then could we have taken it a little easy on ourselves and on other vehicles? Could we have enjoyed the journey by going slow? It’s not just important that we reached the destination. It’s ‘HOW’ we reached there which matters! Are we smiling at the end of it?
Do we know that we ARE running?
Is running important at all?
I just happened to get this flash of thought the other day.
Our life is like driving from point ‘a’ to destination ‘b’. We all have our own chosen destinations. Usually we start from the highway at full throttle speed! Why at such great speed, do you ask? I don’t know. Nobody does. We can overtake other vehicles on the highway, cut lanes. But when we reach a red signal, all the vehicles stop. They must. Else they will be fined. Big, small, new, old, indigenous, foreign-made, diesel or petrol…everyone must stop and then start the journey again together.
Then what was the purpose of shooting from the highway at break-neck speed, draw the wrath and bad-will of vehicles we have dangerously overtaken or honked endlessly at? Ultimately, even we had to obey the rules by stopping at a red signal; and red signals are predestined! Then could we have taken it a little easy on ourselves and on other vehicles? Could we have enjoyed the journey by going slow? It’s not just important that we reached the destination. It’s ‘HOW’ we reached there which matters! Are we smiling at the end of it?
Don't blame me if you die laughing...
Do this when u go online
Google home page
Language tools ka button (to the right)
Type “my mom is nice and cool”
Translate from English to Spanish
Then copy this translated sentence in to box again
Say translate from Spanish to English this time
See what happens
Leave a comment if you are alive.
Google home page
Language tools ka button (to the right)
Type “my mom is nice and cool”
Translate from English to Spanish
Then copy this translated sentence in to box again
Say translate from Spanish to English this time
See what happens
Leave a comment if you are alive.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
The SCARIEST sight in Mumbai...
Do you know what it is?
A group of 3-4 BMC workers preparing to dig ONE more strip of land which looks relatively 'flat'.
This reminds me of a very funny SMS I'd received:
Idhar khuda hai
Udhar khuda hai
Jahaan dekho khuda hi khuda hai
Jahaan aaj khuda nahin hai
...wahaan kal khudega
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Exactly 9 years ago, I picked up the guitar for the first time! This snap is from Smt. Lata Mangeshkar's show in Mumbai in 2001. You can see me in the farthest left side of the snap :))
Posted by Hello
These make me cry...
- Soldiers
- The National Anthem
- Hariharan’s voice
- Innocence
- Love stories
- Black- the film
- Truth and sincerity
- Onions
- Remixes
- Meditation
- Mallika Sherawat
- “I love you”-the three golden words
- Violins
- Live chamber orchestra playing in sync
- Love
- Longing
- Surrender
- Letting go
- Knowledge
Not necessarily in that order…
Monday, April 04, 2005
Un-holi hai!!!
On a beautiful Holi morning, I and my mother were walking towards our car in the building premises itself. Suddenly a bucket of water splashed on my mother's head which was hurled from the fourth floor of our building (she is 61 years of age)! She was furious. I dashed a letter off to the secretary. I have always been protesting against such kind of celebrations where a celebration for one could become a punishment for life for someone else!
I am only 24 years of age and I am not really counted among the mature people of the colony! :) Still, the letter was read out in the committee meeting and action has been taken. There is a notice put up on the notice board saying that as a rule, nobody can be dragged into a festival without consent!
Two days of my life were utterly wasted in frustration witnessing the stupidity of people around me. My mother kept telling me to give up my protests and accept the situation. But my persistence paid off. And I am glad.
So, people, even if you are fighting for a really really small cause, don't give up if you strongly believe in it. Eventually justice prevails! Yayyyy!
On a beautiful Holi morning, I and my mother were walking towards our car in the building premises itself. Suddenly a bucket of water splashed on my mother's head which was hurled from the fourth floor of our building (she is 61 years of age)! She was furious. I dashed a letter off to the secretary. I have always been protesting against such kind of celebrations where a celebration for one could become a punishment for life for someone else!
I am only 24 years of age and I am not really counted among the mature people of the colony! :) Still, the letter was read out in the committee meeting and action has been taken. There is a notice put up on the notice board saying that as a rule, nobody can be dragged into a festival without consent!
Two days of my life were utterly wasted in frustration witnessing the stupidity of people around me. My mother kept telling me to give up my protests and accept the situation. But my persistence paid off. And I am glad.
So, people, even if you are fighting for a really really small cause, don't give up if you strongly believe in it. Eventually justice prevails! Yayyyy!
Modern, eh?
I simply HATE (Aaaarrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhh) the sight of movie posters which have people (usually a man and a woman...or two!) making out like sexually deprived animals. Tongue in another's mouth, hand on cleavage (on one's own or someone else's), half-naked woman draped in white sheet etc. It's all over the street walls and hoardings of Mumbai. Am sure it's all over the country as well. The point is that all of a sudden our 'socially responsible' and 'sexually liberated' film-makers and their loyal actresses have decided to 'educate' stupid Indians like us about 'sex'. Boom!! It's everywhere. On T.V. serials, in talk shows (ever seen Pooja Bedi interviewing people on Zoom? Watch it.) and in movies. Kids ranging from 3 years of age till 15...young adults from 16 to 21...old uncles above 55...everybody are taking in the SAME kind of 'education'! The kids are wondering, "Why attend some boring sex-education seminar in school, when I can get a CD of 'Julie' or 'Fun'?" It's scary.
There is this whole bunch of models that think showing off the 'six-pack' and the perfect chest is sexy and cool. Where are the 'actors'?? Om Puri, Ajay Devgan, Amitabh Bachchan, Sanjiv Kapur, Rani Mukherji, SRK, Kajol, Madhuri Dixit, Shabana Azmi hardly have bodies to die for! But that's the point. If you can act well, you don’t need a great worked-out body...if you still have it, great! But but but if you have an amazing body and you can't act to save your life, then it's not working for me!
There's more to come.
Now, replicas of Mallika Sherawat walk openly on the road too. Jeans which begin below the navel and tops which end above it. I never knew showing off one's underwear was so cool!
Where are these people heading for? Is this exercising freedom? Is this being Modern?
'Modern'.
The synonyms of the word are: 'Contemporary', 'Recent', 'Current', and 'New', 'Fresh'.
Is Mallika Sherawat 'Modern'?
Is Imran Hashmi 'Modern'?
What about Celina Jaitley, Isha Koppikar, Amrita Arora, Neha Dhupia, Meghana Naidu, Udita Goswami, Aryan Vaid et al?
Does it involve being modern in the head or being dressed in the least of clothes?
With every 'freedom' comes a 'responsibility'. Who is taking the responsibility of the young minds? Is looking great everything? Is sex the ultimate goal of life? Can there be no entertainment without anything being sexually suggestive?
Our ancestors started out their life without clothes. They used to be naked. But hey, they had fur on their body. Then as evolution took its toll, the fur reduced and then people had to at least cover their 'privates' for fear of injury and protection from the climatic conditions. Then as they became more 'Modern' and 'civilized' they started wearing more clothes which were very basic in nature but it used to protect the 'furless' skin very well. Then clothing became more utilitarian and it was used by everybody except tribes (no, not Mallika Sherawat). Then the fashion designers came. Then 'another kind' of fashion designers came. And they ruined everything. I suspect we are going to grow fur again. Going by the rate at which people are shedding their clothes without any inhibitions, we are not 'modern'; in fact we are going back to our primitive roots.
Somebody stop this bullshit!!!
Disclaimer: These are my personal views. I don't wish to educate anybody nor get into any kind of debate! :))
There is this whole bunch of models that think showing off the 'six-pack' and the perfect chest is sexy and cool. Where are the 'actors'?? Om Puri, Ajay Devgan, Amitabh Bachchan, Sanjiv Kapur, Rani Mukherji, SRK, Kajol, Madhuri Dixit, Shabana Azmi hardly have bodies to die for! But that's the point. If you can act well, you don’t need a great worked-out body...if you still have it, great! But but but if you have an amazing body and you can't act to save your life, then it's not working for me!
There's more to come.
Now, replicas of Mallika Sherawat walk openly on the road too. Jeans which begin below the navel and tops which end above it. I never knew showing off one's underwear was so cool!
Where are these people heading for? Is this exercising freedom? Is this being Modern?
'Modern'.
The synonyms of the word are: 'Contemporary', 'Recent', 'Current', and 'New', 'Fresh'.
Is Mallika Sherawat 'Modern'?
Is Imran Hashmi 'Modern'?
What about Celina Jaitley, Isha Koppikar, Amrita Arora, Neha Dhupia, Meghana Naidu, Udita Goswami, Aryan Vaid et al?
Does it involve being modern in the head or being dressed in the least of clothes?
With every 'freedom' comes a 'responsibility'. Who is taking the responsibility of the young minds? Is looking great everything? Is sex the ultimate goal of life? Can there be no entertainment without anything being sexually suggestive?
Our ancestors started out their life without clothes. They used to be naked. But hey, they had fur on their body. Then as evolution took its toll, the fur reduced and then people had to at least cover their 'privates' for fear of injury and protection from the climatic conditions. Then as they became more 'Modern' and 'civilized' they started wearing more clothes which were very basic in nature but it used to protect the 'furless' skin very well. Then clothing became more utilitarian and it was used by everybody except tribes (no, not Mallika Sherawat). Then the fashion designers came. Then 'another kind' of fashion designers came. And they ruined everything. I suspect we are going to grow fur again. Going by the rate at which people are shedding their clothes without any inhibitions, we are not 'modern'; in fact we are going back to our primitive roots.
Somebody stop this bullshit!!!
Disclaimer: These are my personal views. I don't wish to educate anybody nor get into any kind of debate! :))
Thursday, March 31, 2005
My days in Jail---Daisy
There was a white girl in the lot. Daisy was her name. She stood out from the rest not only because she was white, but also because she was very beautiful. Neatly dressed in a jumper, track pants and pleated hair, she was always one of the early birds for the morning exercise sessions. I and Vandana were totally taken in by her beauty and her intelligence. She said she knew most of the asanas and it was apparent. One day, we decided to ask the jailer about Daisy. The jailer said she has been in the jail from the past 3 years! And now her age in about twenty...that means she came in when she was seventeen...we thought, "What kind of crime would anybody like Daisy; that too at a tender age of seventeen, commit?" She came in with 20 kg of brown sugar, it seems. Daisy??? I couldn't believe it! She and many foreigners like her are under trial for the same crime. But foreign nationals don't have any sort of bail plea in courts. For the next two days that we went there, we were still reeling from the shocking reality about Daisy.
She was British. Grey eyes, amazing figure and a very captivating smile. Looking in her eyes one could not imagine she could do anything like she did. Finally after the meditation one day, we mustered the courage to ask her why she had come in here. She said that she had been framed by some Israeli friend of hers. It was not her fault. Our minds anyway didn't want to believe what the jailer had been telling us.
250 female undertrials
50 kids below ten years of age
2 barracks
1 woman/ 18sq.ft area
6 toilets
7:30AM breakfast
9:00AM lunch
5:00PM gates close no movement outside
200sq.ft patch of sky
365 days a year
1 dream
Continued: Next week-> Ashwini
She was British. Grey eyes, amazing figure and a very captivating smile. Looking in her eyes one could not imagine she could do anything like she did. Finally after the meditation one day, we mustered the courage to ask her why she had come in here. She said that she had been framed by some Israeli friend of hers. It was not her fault. Our minds anyway didn't want to believe what the jailer had been telling us.
250 female undertrials
50 kids below ten years of age
2 barracks
1 woman/ 18sq.ft area
6 toilets
7:30AM breakfast
9:00AM lunch
5:00PM gates close no movement outside
200sq.ft patch of sky
365 days a year
1 dream
Continued: Next week-> Ashwini
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Location: Pavement in front of Furtado’s Music, Opp. Metro Cinema, South Mumbai.
Time: 11:30 A.M.
Weather: Really hot
A mixed group of around 12-15 people comprising of young and old of various socio-economic backgrounds, stand surrounding a young man in his 20's who is lying unconscious on the ground. He is experiencing an epileptic seizure with hands and legs flying out randomly without any control or co-ordination. None knew what to do. But then an old Parsi lady came out and told the people, "He's having a fit. He'll need to be hospitalized. I am a nurse...I know he will have to be taken to the hospital!" Nobody moved. Nobody had an idea about what exactly should be done. And then, a man in his late 30's stepped ahead and he said, "Place a bunch of keys in his palm." He was exactly what the dabbawallahs of Mumbai look like...a 'ghaati'. The nurse mocked at him angrily saying, "How do you think THAT is going to work?!" A shopkeeper from the adjacent Bombay Sports shop ran inside and emerged with a dumbbell and a huge bunch of keys and gave them to the 'ghaati'. He knelt down and then placed the keys in one palm and the dumbbell in the other. And the seizure stopped there and then. Immediately. And the crowd dispersed. The nurse went away, perhaps wondering about what she learnt about medicine all these years...they never taught her anything like this! I walked in complete awe, humbled by the 'ghaati' man's presence of mind and strong faith in simple remedies.
Can we really feel 'intelligent' and smart just because we have education?
Time: 11:30 A.M.
Weather: Really hot
A mixed group of around 12-15 people comprising of young and old of various socio-economic backgrounds, stand surrounding a young man in his 20's who is lying unconscious on the ground. He is experiencing an epileptic seizure with hands and legs flying out randomly without any control or co-ordination. None knew what to do. But then an old Parsi lady came out and told the people, "He's having a fit. He'll need to be hospitalized. I am a nurse...I know he will have to be taken to the hospital!" Nobody moved. Nobody had an idea about what exactly should be done. And then, a man in his late 30's stepped ahead and he said, "Place a bunch of keys in his palm." He was exactly what the dabbawallahs of Mumbai look like...a 'ghaati'. The nurse mocked at him angrily saying, "How do you think THAT is going to work?!" A shopkeeper from the adjacent Bombay Sports shop ran inside and emerged with a dumbbell and a huge bunch of keys and gave them to the 'ghaati'. He knelt down and then placed the keys in one palm and the dumbbell in the other. And the seizure stopped there and then. Immediately. And the crowd dispersed. The nurse went away, perhaps wondering about what she learnt about medicine all these years...they never taught her anything like this! I walked in complete awe, humbled by the 'ghaati' man's presence of mind and strong faith in simple remedies.
Can we really feel 'intelligent' and smart just because we have education?
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
The one thing that haunts people after they are 25...
That one thing that becomes a nightmare for actors and models...
The theme of ALL 'Santoor soap' commercials...
The 'irreversible'...
That is AGING :)
We are ALWAYS aging no matter what age we are. And along with wrinkles, age brings with it a lot of other unwanted and unnecessary baggage. Haven't we noticed that as people start growing up, they become less spontaneous, less enthusiastic and the biggest of them being that they smile a lot less. I can notice the change that I am going through. Today I have many more insecurities in my head than what I had two years ago! And someone said that age brings wisdom with it! The more we experience in life, the more cautious we become...rather we become over-cautious. And that’s how we lose our spontaneity. As we grow up, we also begin relying on our intellect more than on a gut feeling. We tend to meticulously calculate everything before making the smallest of decisions.
Somehow we begin to need reasons for everything! "Why this?" "Why not that?" etc.
So, do we actually become more vulnerable with age? It is something to seriously think about.
"Age is a matter of the mind...so if you don’t mind, it does not matter!"
That one thing that becomes a nightmare for actors and models...
The theme of ALL 'Santoor soap' commercials...
The 'irreversible'...
That is AGING :)
We are ALWAYS aging no matter what age we are. And along with wrinkles, age brings with it a lot of other unwanted and unnecessary baggage. Haven't we noticed that as people start growing up, they become less spontaneous, less enthusiastic and the biggest of them being that they smile a lot less. I can notice the change that I am going through. Today I have many more insecurities in my head than what I had two years ago! And someone said that age brings wisdom with it! The more we experience in life, the more cautious we become...rather we become over-cautious. And that’s how we lose our spontaneity. As we grow up, we also begin relying on our intellect more than on a gut feeling. We tend to meticulously calculate everything before making the smallest of decisions.
Somehow we begin to need reasons for everything! "Why this?" "Why not that?" etc.
So, do we actually become more vulnerable with age? It is something to seriously think about.
"Age is a matter of the mind...so if you don’t mind, it does not matter!"
Saturday, February 19, 2005
MY quotes!
"Insanity when contained in an Artist is called Genius".
"I am Unique...just like everyone else!"
"I am Unique...just like everyone else!"
Corny Lines ;)
For Cordless Phones:
"Can also be used for making calls"
For Chocolate Bars:
"Can also be eaten directly from the wrapper"
For Satin Scarves:
"Can also be used as an accessory by putting around the shoulders"
"Can also be used for making calls"
For Chocolate Bars:
"Can also be eaten directly from the wrapper"
For Satin Scarves:
"Can also be used as an accessory by putting around the shoulders"
Friday, February 18, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
'Depression' is a pretty depressing state to be in. And at some point in time, all of us have visited it...or more precisely, IT has visited us. Unfortunately, many of us don't even know when we go into depression, leave alone fighting it off. There was a patch in my life where I was in acute depression for more than six months. I was alright in the morning, used to start crying suddenly at noon. Shopping used to boost my spirits for evening and by night time I was suicidal. This cycle continued without an exception of a day for six long months. It reached its peak one day when I wanted to end my life...full and final. I just did not want to breathe anymore. My family decided to take me to a psychologist for counselling. But I knew how 'dry' psychologists normally are. For them, it would've been just another 'case'.
At that time, a friend of mine suggested that I do an 'Art of Living' basic course. Somehow I knew from within that this was my rescue call. And it turned out to be more than what I imagined. It put a smile on my face again...forever. The key lies in the right way to breathe and a different attitude towards life and its events.
So, readers, if you are depressed yourself or if you know someone who is depressed, make them do the course! Use force, blackmail, cajoling, threats...whatever it takes!! And enjoy life.
At that time, a friend of mine suggested that I do an 'Art of Living' basic course. Somehow I knew from within that this was my rescue call. And it turned out to be more than what I imagined. It put a smile on my face again...forever. The key lies in the right way to breathe and a different attitude towards life and its events.
So, readers, if you are depressed yourself or if you know someone who is depressed, make them do the course! Use force, blackmail, cajoling, threats...whatever it takes!! And enjoy life.
Breaking News!!!
New mountains are coming up in the middle of Mumbai city! The growth of these 'mountains' is quite apparent along patches of the Western Express Highway, and rail-tracks along Mahim and Andheri.
The mountains are unique in their formation because they are not made up of any kind of rock or stone. And this may be the very first time in the history of our planet that such mountains are coming up in the heart of a metropolis.
Also, these mountains are entirely man-made...they are formed of Human Shit.
The mountains are unique in their formation because they are not made up of any kind of rock or stone. And this may be the very first time in the history of our planet that such mountains are coming up in the heart of a metropolis.
Also, these mountains are entirely man-made...they are formed of Human Shit.
Monday, February 07, 2005
It is said that when society undergoes change, music is affected the last. And music literally reflects the culture of a society.
Remixes.
Firstly, I refuse to call it music! But in its raw form, it was music sometime. I also refuse to call ‘remixers’ as artists/composers/musicians. An artist is a communicator. She/he expresses what is close to her/his heart, in a creative way. A composer is a person who writes songs which are HIS OWN. So, where do REMIXERS fit in these categories?
Some years back Shankar Mahadevan, Ranjit Barot and Taufiq Qureshi presented a different version of S.D. Burman’s “Teri Bindiya Re” from the film ‘Abhimaan’. It was simply beautiful. Now a few points to be noted here:
· He does not mint money by using his own version of the song
· He always gives due credit to the original composer
· He does not sell the song using Deepal/Shefali in the video
· He composes brilliant stuff himself
· He is a great musician
· He is a true artist
What is the big deal in remixing ‘Kaanta Laga’? Did the REMIXER think of the original tune himself? Did he tell the original singer the nuances of the song?
Composing a brilliant song out of NOTHING is creative. Borrowing/stealing an already well-liked song and adding preset rhythm patterns to it is NOT creative!
Fortunately, industry say that remixes will go away as fast as they came. J
Thank God!
Remixes.
Firstly, I refuse to call it music! But in its raw form, it was music sometime. I also refuse to call ‘remixers’ as artists/composers/musicians. An artist is a communicator. She/he expresses what is close to her/his heart, in a creative way. A composer is a person who writes songs which are HIS OWN. So, where do REMIXERS fit in these categories?
Some years back Shankar Mahadevan, Ranjit Barot and Taufiq Qureshi presented a different version of S.D. Burman’s “Teri Bindiya Re” from the film ‘Abhimaan’. It was simply beautiful. Now a few points to be noted here:
· He does not mint money by using his own version of the song
· He always gives due credit to the original composer
· He does not sell the song using Deepal/Shefali in the video
· He composes brilliant stuff himself
· He is a great musician
· He is a true artist
What is the big deal in remixing ‘Kaanta Laga’? Did the REMIXER think of the original tune himself? Did he tell the original singer the nuances of the song?
Composing a brilliant song out of NOTHING is creative. Borrowing/stealing an already well-liked song and adding preset rhythm patterns to it is NOT creative!
Fortunately, industry say that remixes will go away as fast as they came. J
Thank God!
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
There’s a story in Indian mythology which goes like this: One day, one of the Pandavas, the Great Yudhishthir arrived in Yama’s court (Yama is the God of Death). On his arrival, Yama asked him, “Tell me, what’s the most astonishing thing that you saw on Earth?” Yudhishthir said, “The most astonishing thing I noticed on Earth was that people are surrounded by instances of death…their own kinsmen or strangers…but they always think that they themselves will never die! Death is always thought of something that will happen to someone else.”
Have WE given a thought to our own death? It will come for sure. Somewhere, sometime, someway…it will come.
Have WE given a thought to our own death? It will come for sure. Somewhere, sometime, someway…it will come.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Exactly half of Mumbai is riddled with pot-holes. The other half isn’t. Why?? We’ll come to that later. I stay in that half of Mumbai where even ½ a km. of road stretch has at least six major ‘craters’ and 4 bumps. It is not shocking anymore. When I go on my bike I step out with the spirit of a cross-country biker! Auto-rickshaws are hopeless means of transport in this part of Mumbai because travelling in one of these is sure to give one backache to last for an entire day. When I come across these teeth-shattering craters, I feel extremely angry and STUPID!! I feel like I, as a citizen, am being cheated, being mocked at by the BMC, the government, the local corporators…everyone involved in running the city. I don’t want to be jolted up and down and in an out feeling like a complete idiot…I don’t want my entire system bashed mercilessly by the numerous bumps and pits when I travel!! I am very angry.
The ‘other’ half of Mumbai is called ‘town’. Where the suburbs end, the boundary where auto-rickshaws stop…the yellow-black cabs rule…where Pajeros and Lancers are common sights. Here, is the picture of the ‘ideal’ metropolis. Smooth roads. I still have not been able to figure out why there is such blatant disparity between the suburbs and town. The reason becomes obvious after giving it a minute of thought. Money, power, politics, politicians, celebrities…everything is a reason.
This is the condition of the commercial capital of India. I shudder to think what it must be like in smaller towns. This is the picture of ‘India Shining’? The smartest way out of this whole misery seems to be ‘going abroad’. I have myself wanted to run away from here for numerous reasons. One of them being apathy and the other is being tired of feeling stupid. But at the same time I know that for a better lifestyle and standard of life, there is really no point going anywhere ‘outside’. Because in exchange for smoother, wider roads, I might have to compromise on my freedom of expression…or maybe freedom of wearing any kind of clothes I want to wear. Now I think that it’s a very big price to pay. So, at the end of the day, I am an artist. And the one thing that an artist needs is FREEDOM. I can write whatever song that comes to mind, wear any outfit I want at shows, sing in any language I want to and most of all, I CAN SING!!!
There’s a friend of mine in the US of A. She ALWAYS wanted to go there. She is not happy. Why? Because the whole of her neighbourhood is SO quiet and dead that she feels happy even to spot a dog who’s aimlessly barking away. So, when she comes down here, her source of happiness becomes pigeons making mating sounds, dogs growling while mating, dogs growling otherwise, kids shouting, mom shouting, bhelwallahs yelling and the like. Humans are very weird!
The ‘other’ half of Mumbai is called ‘town’. Where the suburbs end, the boundary where auto-rickshaws stop…the yellow-black cabs rule…where Pajeros and Lancers are common sights. Here, is the picture of the ‘ideal’ metropolis. Smooth roads. I still have not been able to figure out why there is such blatant disparity between the suburbs and town. The reason becomes obvious after giving it a minute of thought. Money, power, politics, politicians, celebrities…everything is a reason.
This is the condition of the commercial capital of India. I shudder to think what it must be like in smaller towns. This is the picture of ‘India Shining’? The smartest way out of this whole misery seems to be ‘going abroad’. I have myself wanted to run away from here for numerous reasons. One of them being apathy and the other is being tired of feeling stupid. But at the same time I know that for a better lifestyle and standard of life, there is really no point going anywhere ‘outside’. Because in exchange for smoother, wider roads, I might have to compromise on my freedom of expression…or maybe freedom of wearing any kind of clothes I want to wear. Now I think that it’s a very big price to pay. So, at the end of the day, I am an artist. And the one thing that an artist needs is FREEDOM. I can write whatever song that comes to mind, wear any outfit I want at shows, sing in any language I want to and most of all, I CAN SING!!!
There’s a friend of mine in the US of A. She ALWAYS wanted to go there. She is not happy. Why? Because the whole of her neighbourhood is SO quiet and dead that she feels happy even to spot a dog who’s aimlessly barking away. So, when she comes down here, her source of happiness becomes pigeons making mating sounds, dogs growling while mating, dogs growling otherwise, kids shouting, mom shouting, bhelwallahs yelling and the like. Humans are very weird!
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Driving Test
Not that this was my first experience. I have been there before and done that for my two-wheeler license.
Andheri, R.T.O. 12:00 noon.
I was a little spaced out because I had travelled from Pune to Mumbai at night and hadn’t slept. At the same time I was a little tensed too because I had not practised driving for ten odd days and I did not know what to expect. We found our ‘Nirala driving school’ guy.
It was a small barren ground with 7-8 policemen sitting beneath a canopy in a corner. There were a couple of Maruti 800s and Santros making purposeless rounds on the ground. Meanwhile the policemen seemed to be engrossed in a conversation centring on the best brand of tobacco in the market. Then, at random someone would approach any one of the police guys and put forward a bunch of papers, it would promptly get signed in utterly illegible handwriting.
And before long it was my turn to strut my stuff on an ancient Maruti 800. I sat at the wheel…my heart was beating fast…I put my left foot on the clutch and as I was just about to put the car in gear…the man sitting beside me in the car (who was apparently from the driving school) muttered to me, “The car is in gear.” Wwwwwwhhhhhaaaat?! What happened after this was magical! I just pushed the accelerator and presto! The car was in motion! I just made a semicircle…without putting the car in gear…and I passed the test. Yes. THAT was my driving test and I want to say nothing more.
Andheri, R.T.O. 12:00 noon.
I was a little spaced out because I had travelled from Pune to Mumbai at night and hadn’t slept. At the same time I was a little tensed too because I had not practised driving for ten odd days and I did not know what to expect. We found our ‘Nirala driving school’ guy.
It was a small barren ground with 7-8 policemen sitting beneath a canopy in a corner. There were a couple of Maruti 800s and Santros making purposeless rounds on the ground. Meanwhile the policemen seemed to be engrossed in a conversation centring on the best brand of tobacco in the market. Then, at random someone would approach any one of the police guys and put forward a bunch of papers, it would promptly get signed in utterly illegible handwriting.
And before long it was my turn to strut my stuff on an ancient Maruti 800. I sat at the wheel…my heart was beating fast…I put my left foot on the clutch and as I was just about to put the car in gear…the man sitting beside me in the car (who was apparently from the driving school) muttered to me, “The car is in gear.” Wwwwwwhhhhhaaaat?! What happened after this was magical! I just pushed the accelerator and presto! The car was in motion! I just made a semicircle…without putting the car in gear…and I passed the test. Yes. THAT was my driving test and I want to say nothing more.
Monday, January 24, 2005
Stinks of team spirit!
This is what I have been wondering about for a really long time…Cricket! I really hate the game. Yes, even if it is an India-Pakistan match. Actually, I am still confused whether I hate the game or I hate the Indian Cricket team. Ummm…I think I hate the Indian team.
I haven’t come across a more unreliable team in any sport of any country. The cricket ‘heroes’ of our country are almost demigods here. Why? Because they sometimes manage to win a match. Sometimes. I know that I am perhaps stirring up a controversy here by being so blasphemous! There was an entire segment on T.V. showcasing Parthiv Patel’s dropped catches. Other players are either not in form or they are injured. Sometimes I seriously wonder if Sehwag, Kaif, Yuvraj and even Tendulkar are visually impaired. I can understand ‘bad performance’. Even consistent bad performance. But getting showered with money, flashbulbs and ad-contracts even after a totally ‘un-manly’ performance? Nah nah!! Not done.
What I am arriving at is something that I feel very strongly about! Our so-called heroes are not respectable people off the field too! Sachin Tendulkar gets tax waived for his Ferrari. When ‘Shwaas was nominated for an Oscar, he chose to ‘contribute’ by auctioning his bat instead of hard cash! This kind of miserly behaviour does not suit public figures of such stature.
The media is an equal culprit for giving attention to the most undeserving of the lot. Yuvraj Singh is no longer going around with Kim Sharma…SO WHAT?!!! Who cares?! Saurav Ganguly injures his little finger…Now he is getting better…but still not fit enough to play…So is the country expected to observe silence for two minutes?! They are pampered beyond belief! The pinnacle of the ridiculous business was reached just a few days back when for ‘Tsunami Relief’ they offered to play a charity match for Asia XI against World XI. And as expected they lost this match too! Heh heh…
I think our cricketers are extremely benevolent individuals who believe in making others happy. Like the other day they made the Bangladeshi Cricket team extremely happy by losing to them! Australia has many records to their credit because of whom? The Indian Cricket team, of course.
I haven’t come across a more unreliable team in any sport of any country. The cricket ‘heroes’ of our country are almost demigods here. Why? Because they sometimes manage to win a match. Sometimes. I know that I am perhaps stirring up a controversy here by being so blasphemous! There was an entire segment on T.V. showcasing Parthiv Patel’s dropped catches. Other players are either not in form or they are injured. Sometimes I seriously wonder if Sehwag, Kaif, Yuvraj and even Tendulkar are visually impaired. I can understand ‘bad performance’. Even consistent bad performance. But getting showered with money, flashbulbs and ad-contracts even after a totally ‘un-manly’ performance? Nah nah!! Not done.
What I am arriving at is something that I feel very strongly about! Our so-called heroes are not respectable people off the field too! Sachin Tendulkar gets tax waived for his Ferrari. When ‘Shwaas was nominated for an Oscar, he chose to ‘contribute’ by auctioning his bat instead of hard cash! This kind of miserly behaviour does not suit public figures of such stature.
The media is an equal culprit for giving attention to the most undeserving of the lot. Yuvraj Singh is no longer going around with Kim Sharma…SO WHAT?!!! Who cares?! Saurav Ganguly injures his little finger…Now he is getting better…but still not fit enough to play…So is the country expected to observe silence for two minutes?! They are pampered beyond belief! The pinnacle of the ridiculous business was reached just a few days back when for ‘Tsunami Relief’ they offered to play a charity match for Asia XI against World XI. And as expected they lost this match too! Heh heh…
I think our cricketers are extremely benevolent individuals who believe in making others happy. Like the other day they made the Bangladeshi Cricket team extremely happy by losing to them! Australia has many records to their credit because of whom? The Indian Cricket team, of course.
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Nursery Rhyme
This is one of the most hilarious rhymes I have EVER come across!!! Here it is:
Upar pankha chalta hai
Niche baby soti hai
Sote Sote bhook lagi
Khaalo beta mungfali
Mungfali mein daana nahin
Hum tumhare mama nahin(?!)
Mama gaye dilli
Dilli se laye billi
Billi ne maara panja
Mama ho gaye ganja
!!!!! WHAT????
And I learnt this when I was in K.G.
Upar pankha chalta hai
Niche baby soti hai
Sote Sote bhook lagi
Khaalo beta mungfali
Mungfali mein daana nahin
Hum tumhare mama nahin(?!)
Mama gaye dilli
Dilli se laye billi
Billi ne maara panja
Mama ho gaye ganja
!!!!! WHAT????
And I learnt this when I was in K.G.
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
My Days in Jail- Part 1
Thursday, 13th January, 2005. The first day of my life I EVER saw a jail from so close a distance…and I was going inside it! Being an ‘Art of Living’ volunteer, I was accompanying my teacher for a ‘Prison Smart’ course. Both I and my teacher, Vandana, didn’t know what to expect inside. She told me just 12 hours before we had to go there, and at night, I told myself that it must be a course meant for the Police guys and NOT the convicts. It somehow made me feel comfortable. Before long I was told that it was indeed for the ‘jailed’ and not the ‘jailers’! I was wrong.
Well, it was the same huge iron-gate they show in movies…the only difference being that there was no arch declaring, ‘Central Jail’ above. We knocked and were greeted by loud thundering sounds of the gate being opened and then shut behind us as we entered. After a quick entry in the register, our cell phones were taken away. I felt MORE nervous. And then I saw a real ‘kaidi’, a convict, in uniform…white striped shirt, white shorts and a white Gandhi-cap. The door from where we just stepped inside held a completely different world inside it. In the morning it almost looked surreal…strange smells, stranger sights…
We were led to the women’s section. The course was for them. Carved in a tall wall was a modest door which we were asked to knock on. As the door swung open, a Policewoman greeted us with a warm smile coupled with a quick frown. We introduced ourselves and were welcomed in. Another door, another world. It was breakfast time. There were around 100 women, in shapes, colours and sizes I had never imagined, in a queue where two male ‘kaidi’s were serving them tea, milk and something which resembled ‘rotis’. Half of the women had infants clinging on their waist. Vandana and I were taking in this entire sight without uttering a single word. In the meantime, the policewomen were hurling umpteen ‘gaalis’(curses) at them asking them to hurry up and come out in the courtyard because we had come.
Soon, we were in the courtyard perched on two chairs confronting some 25 women. Some didn’t have teeth. And then I saw a white-skinned woman in her early-twenties too amidst these Indian women. They all looked nonchalant about our presence. After everyone was seated on the ground before us, Vandana began to speak
Well, it was the same huge iron-gate they show in movies…the only difference being that there was no arch declaring, ‘Central Jail’ above. We knocked and were greeted by loud thundering sounds of the gate being opened and then shut behind us as we entered. After a quick entry in the register, our cell phones were taken away. I felt MORE nervous. And then I saw a real ‘kaidi’, a convict, in uniform…white striped shirt, white shorts and a white Gandhi-cap. The door from where we just stepped inside held a completely different world inside it. In the morning it almost looked surreal…strange smells, stranger sights…
We were led to the women’s section. The course was for them. Carved in a tall wall was a modest door which we were asked to knock on. As the door swung open, a Policewoman greeted us with a warm smile coupled with a quick frown. We introduced ourselves and were welcomed in. Another door, another world. It was breakfast time. There were around 100 women, in shapes, colours and sizes I had never imagined, in a queue where two male ‘kaidi’s were serving them tea, milk and something which resembled ‘rotis’. Half of the women had infants clinging on their waist. Vandana and I were taking in this entire sight without uttering a single word. In the meantime, the policewomen were hurling umpteen ‘gaalis’(curses) at them asking them to hurry up and come out in the courtyard because we had come.
Soon, we were in the courtyard perched on two chairs confronting some 25 women. Some didn’t have teeth. And then I saw a white-skinned woman in her early-twenties too amidst these Indian women. They all looked nonchalant about our presence. After everyone was seated on the ground before us, Vandana began to speak
I believe...
...that a sunset looks more stunning than a sunrise
...that a baby is a very powerful human being
...that Amitabh Bachchan will advertise for Rupa underwear, someday
...that Meenakshi Seshadri was still a better actress than Mallika Sherawat
...Irshad Hashmi will and can make love to a female goat if given a chance
...that great poetry still works wonders :)
...that people should smile more often
...that a baby is a very powerful human being
...that Amitabh Bachchan will advertise for Rupa underwear, someday
...that Meenakshi Seshadri was still a better actress than Mallika Sherawat
...Irshad Hashmi will and can make love to a female goat if given a chance
...that great poetry still works wonders :)
...that people should smile more often
Choose or Lose!!!
Choose or Lose!Do we really have a 'choice' in every situation of life? The answer is fortunately 'yes'. When onesays, "I did it because I did not have any other choice!" is a lie. It's a BIG lie! One always hasa choice.There are situations when it is a little difficult to make a direct choice. So just cut out the junk and you'll be left with options to choose from. But then what about situations where we are not responsible for what happened? Even in such cases I believe we have a choice. Students don'tget desired marks in examinations...does everyone commit suicide? Only a handful do because theychoose to do it. And the others choose to live. There's nothing right or wrong about it. It's anindividuals choice.And what about times when someone breaks your heart for no fault of yours? You are crestfallen,sad, feel like it's the end of the world, that you'll never be happy again...WHY did it happen???There are a lot of things involved. So, does one have a choice here? Yes! It's obvious that no matterhow hard one tries, some things cannot be avoided...like feeling sad or bitter after a heartbreak...but one can always CHOOSE to come out of it after a while and not let go of life. After a whileone realises that no one and NOTHING losing one's life for. So, let's always remember that we havea choice in even the most seemingly impossible situations of life. We have a choice to be happy or sad we can choose life over death and we can choose who's more important in our lives. Go ahead! Choose!Cause, if you don't choose, you'll lose!
Dreams and Reality
There is a strange connection between 'dreams' and 'reality'. Like for instance, Love is a dreamand a relationship is reality. And like an unwritten law, dreams are always shattered when they comein contact with reality. I think that falling in love is a wonderful thing...one imagines things,sometimes they do happen to be true, you get that 'butterflies in the tummy' kind of feeling whenyou see that special someone...there you are in love. But where do problems begin? When you both get into a 'relationship'. This is the reality of love. It is almost like a material manifestation of your 'dream love'. When we are only in love and not in a relationship, there are no expectations,no desires, no possessiveness, there is just this pure feeling of bliss. And talk about relationships?No no! We don't even want to get into that!Why just love? Think about any dream of ours. Ummmm...like you want to be the next youth icon of India.Nice dream. We can go over it, live it in our minds as many times as we want. Cool. Now begin thinkingabout HOW the hell you are going to reach there...and it all comes crashing down.But that's not the only kind of relation between dreams and reality. Sometimes, we dream of somethingso hard that it actually becomes real. Yes, it happens. When you keep 'living' a certain dream inyour mind, it comes true. It has happened to me a lot of times. So, I believe it's a great thing to be a dreamer! It's a gift. It's a tool. I can't explain how it works. I don't know how dreams 'become'real. But they do. So, people, dream. And dream big. Keep on dreaming till it becomes real. It maybe like this: A painter has a certain imagination in his mind. He keeps imagining it in all its details...on and on and one fine day, he takes his brush, his palette and paints his dream on the canvas and there it is. Imagination to reality. And we are all painters of our own lives. There is a greatcanvas called Life in front of us. We have all the colours and all the brushes we want. And yet wedo not paint anything so many times. Why? Why? Because, we don't dream. Because we don't nourish thatdream enough so that it comes to life as a beautiful painting. There is no reality without a dream. A dream is a mother and reality is its child. Start dreamingTODAY.
‘Love’…perhaps the most over-rated emotion of all times. Wars have been fought, kingdoms have vanished and history has been made because of Love. And this is precisely why I am definitely not interested in talking AGAIN about it. Like in a Pink Floyd forum, the introduction declared, ‘Every aspect and story about Pink Floyd and their songs have been discussed here and there is nothing anyone can possibly add to it.’ It’s the same with ‘Love’.
I was in love too, once upon a time. Yes, it felt very good to be in it. But after I was kicked out of it one fine day, I realized that I felt like a fool and I’d been even behaving like one when I was in it! I don’t understand! Even perfectly normal and level-headed people start losing their heads when cupid attacks. In fact, I think that such kinds of love are harmful for the healthy growth of society. And these very lovers who show their middle finger to the whole world just to be with their beloved forever, become ‘perfect husbands and wives’ once they are married. Then the nagging begins, everything becomes a routine and then suddenly there is no charm left! What is the point of the whole big exercise then??
Maybe, the whole problem is not with ‘love’ but with human relationships. Somebody has wisely said that ‘Love is a journey and not a destination’. Usually what happens is that when two people become committed to each other, they also start taking each other for granted. And this is almost like a very natural way of treating each other. Both these people become a certain ‘image’ in each other’s mind and then it becomes difficult to move away from that image. Therefore I think there are a few golden rules that people in love (and in relationships) must follow. Here they are:
• Avoid arguing when in a bad mood
• DON’T compare your partner with ANYBODY else…if you like that someone else better than your partner, please leave!!
• Nobody is perfect. Imperfection is our Beauty. Respect and accept that.
• Loyalty and steadfastness are not obsolete and one does not have to feel stupid about it. And it pays rich dividends
• Actions are more important than mere words. Saying ‘I love you’ to your lover 25 times in a day is futile if it is not complemented by actions. You have to make your lover feel like he/she’s the greatest and the most beautiful thing that’s happened to planet Earth!!
• Remember to praise (genuinely) every little action and effort taken by him/her to give you happiness in whatever measure. Don’t take it for granted that it is anyways his/her duty to do it!
• Last but not the least, you have chosen to stay with this wonderful individual. So, why not make every moment spent together a little worth its while by believing we’re lucky to have him/her. Enjoy!
I was in love too, once upon a time. Yes, it felt very good to be in it. But after I was kicked out of it one fine day, I realized that I felt like a fool and I’d been even behaving like one when I was in it! I don’t understand! Even perfectly normal and level-headed people start losing their heads when cupid attacks. In fact, I think that such kinds of love are harmful for the healthy growth of society. And these very lovers who show their middle finger to the whole world just to be with their beloved forever, become ‘perfect husbands and wives’ once they are married. Then the nagging begins, everything becomes a routine and then suddenly there is no charm left! What is the point of the whole big exercise then??
Maybe, the whole problem is not with ‘love’ but with human relationships. Somebody has wisely said that ‘Love is a journey and not a destination’. Usually what happens is that when two people become committed to each other, they also start taking each other for granted. And this is almost like a very natural way of treating each other. Both these people become a certain ‘image’ in each other’s mind and then it becomes difficult to move away from that image. Therefore I think there are a few golden rules that people in love (and in relationships) must follow. Here they are:
• Avoid arguing when in a bad mood
• DON’T compare your partner with ANYBODY else…if you like that someone else better than your partner, please leave!!
• Nobody is perfect. Imperfection is our Beauty. Respect and accept that.
• Loyalty and steadfastness are not obsolete and one does not have to feel stupid about it. And it pays rich dividends
• Actions are more important than mere words. Saying ‘I love you’ to your lover 25 times in a day is futile if it is not complemented by actions. You have to make your lover feel like he/she’s the greatest and the most beautiful thing that’s happened to planet Earth!!
• Remember to praise (genuinely) every little action and effort taken by him/her to give you happiness in whatever measure. Don’t take it for granted that it is anyways his/her duty to do it!
• Last but not the least, you have chosen to stay with this wonderful individual. So, why not make every moment spent together a little worth its while by believing we’re lucky to have him/her. Enjoy!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
