Sunday, March 18, 2012

Circle of Life

A family man draws a circle around him, for his kids & spouse.

A good man draws the circle around him, for his kids, spouse, parents, brothers & sisters.

Only a legendary man draws the same circle for his kith & kin; & the the community at large.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Quote UnQuote

  1. We should never look at one misdoing of a person; against his hundred good deeds
  2. A hundred misdoings cannot be undone by a good deed.
  3. Judge a person by his deeds and not by the wealth he has amassed.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Family

A Family lives its individual lives;
but unites together in times of peril & need.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Excuse me Mr. Rao

Genuine people don't carry a mark on their foreheads saying "100% Genuine with a lifetime warranty". The story goes way back to 2006, when I was on an official trip to Bangalore from Delhi.

I caught my Kingfisher flight & took the aisle seat. The flight was pretty much empty; probably nobody wanted to take an early morning flight in the Delhi Cold. The flight soared into the skies, & the Seat Belt Sign was turned off. I had to give a client presentation some final touches, so I took out my Notebook, & started working on my Presentation.

The Kingfisher Flight attendants dressed in a red skirt & a white shirt with a red half sleeved jacket were stylish, pretty & fashionable; that is what made the airline a hot seller 'but not hot enough to beat the Delhi cold'. The Flight Attendant came to me with a bunch of magazines & newspapers; I don't know thinking what (since I was already working on my Laptop). Obviously I let her down & didn't take any; I finishing my work.

She came back in sometime with the breakfast tray which I accepted; returning her a smile. I started thinking how come they can smile all day long (maybe fake it till you make it). If I had to smile the whole day, my jaws would surely droop down dead.

Every time she passed by me, she would throw a smile. This happened many times, till she finally broke the ice. She came up to me & said, "It's very odd to ask; please don't mind; but are you Mr. Rao". I didn't expect her to try these filmy lines that guys usually try on gals, so I firmly said “No, I am Shali”.
She froze stood there for a moment & then said, "Oh! I am sorry I mistook you for one Mr. Rao".
She left for her cabin & soon I realized the magnitude of the damage I had done, by letting a pretty girl swoosh away from my hands. I closed the lid of my laptop & started cursing myself for being such a wimp.

The flight landed, & with it crash landed a loser. While de-boarding the flight we exchanged gazes, & she said "Thank you Mr. Shali".

A quote fitted that moment very well, "Life is like a train of opportunities; you catching the right Bogie, at the right time & at the right Platform".

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Mummy Ki Yaad Aa Rahee Hain

Engineering course can be highly demanding; churning violently even the sharpest of the brains. The focus always is on becoming a better problem solver; a thinker and having the right acumen for applying the acquired knowledge in the architectural paradigm. Even Ranchod Das Shyamal Das Chanchad (alias Phunsukh Wangdoo of 3idiots) said:
"Run after Excellence; not after Success; once you excel, success will come barefoot, running after you.

Curtain Opens: Control Systems Lab under the tin roof in the old campus (which is now declared as a protected monument by the Archaeological Survey of India); with Professor Mr Jha. Mr Jha was 5ft tall; thin and lean with a specs hanging over his nose. He was a very strict person; with zero tolerance for any errors whatsoever. Despite his small figure Mr Jha commanded a lot of respect being a subject matter expert. A perfect example of 'Looks are deceptive'

One day he pledged to teach the most notorious group (E3 group) in our class a lesson. He gave us a problem to be solved in 30 minutes. I am sure, even if Albert Einstein or Nikolai Tesla was given this problem, they wouldn’t solve it even in their 7 births; bonus - nightmares throughout their entire 7 births.

So there we were, 10 most notorious guys of the class in the lab, trying to scratch our heads, to solve the problem. Most of us were flipping pens, looking around at the lab equipment as if they were some peculiar objects from space and almost all of us were cursing our parents for pushing us into engineering. There was pin drop silence and the clock was ticking like an F1 car. None of us were making any headway in resolving the problem. It was going to be the end of the allotted time; and the frustration was soaring with every passing minute. Suddenly 'Pankaj Sharma' from the last bench blurted out in distress: 'Mummy Ki Yaad Aa Rahee Hain'.
It was so appropriate at that point of time that the whole class burst our laughing. The despair and  frustration had given way to satirical joke; and the tension eased out. Needless to say we all failed the test, but we never failed our teachers and soared to heights that we didn't even dream of, at that point of time.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Se7en Vachnas

1. Together we will share prosperity & livelihood
2. Together we will develop mental, physical & spiritual strength
3. Together we will perform rituals & practice vows
4. Together we will fill our hearts with joy, peace & happiness
5. Together we will raise strong & virtuous children
6. Together we will cherish all seasons with happiness
7. Together we will remain faithful & lifelong partners

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Discourteous She, Vindictive Me

Somewhere in the middle of the Bangalore-Pune highway the Volvo bus broke down; 1.4 crore worth beast wouldn't even lurch an inch forward ‘what a waste’!! The driver began his tear down & reengineering process to troubleshoot the problem. We were stranded in No Man's Land. There is this girl standing next to me, wearing a UNESCO logo T-Shirt (United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization)

Me : Hi, Do you work for the United Nations?
She : Ohhh No, its a friend who works for the UN, & she gave me this T-Shirt
Me: So, what do you do?
She : I am a Software Rookie!
Me : Not intriguing at all, me too. Its boring working in the IT; doing the same copy paste...

She raised her brow, looking skeptically at me; maybe because of my satirical little talk. She acknowledged what I said & stood there for a flash second. Soon she started walking without a notice, to the tea stall across the road. She didn't even have the courtesy to ask me.
It was embarrassing, but I thought maybe her mental condition isn't sound !!

The engine problem was fixed & she took a seat adjacent to mine. But me hurt from her earlier act of discourtesy; plugged my earphones & deprived her of all conversation; that could have started (predictive vindictive scorpion-me). She killed the urge in me to talk to her.
At times she would look at me on the verge of starting a conversation; but I had lost all interest by then.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Teachings of Judaism

1. Life is a loan given to man. Death is a lender that recovers this loan anytime, any day along with interest.
2. Charity never makes a man poor but is fruitful if given earnestly. Charity donator should immediately forget it; but receiver should always remember it.
3. A duty conscious person in this world deserves salvation in the other world.
4. Everybody shall bear fruit of deeds in the Judgment Day.
5. Man’s rights are divine. A king can’t override these rights.
6. Charm & spell are worthless & end on attainment of true knowledge.
7. God is the creator of Universe & the mankind. We all are his children.
8. Tears of repentance wash all sins. Never repeat a misdeed after repentance.
9. Faith in God relieves all the sufferings.
10. Man is the only Hero who befriends an enemy.
11. Heart is the Best Preacher, Time is the Best Teacher. World is the Best Book & God the Best Friend.
12. Always remain away from bad conduct. In the start it is a cobweb, but later assumes the form of a rope.
13. Those who show mercy on fellow men are showered upon by mercy from God.

Computer is not a magic

This is a piece I wrote in 1996, while in 10th Standard & recently found it in my stockpile of books. I never knew that one day I will become a Computer Engineer; that I am today. Life comes full circle, full of surprises, shocks, laughs & madness!!

Computer is not a magic, it’s a device
Its brain in size is smaller than the mice
But even then correct, timely & wise
Works untiringly from sunset to sunrise
Never telling us any lies
You can check it all by your eyes

It is really worth Silver & Gold
So intelligent, seems not even a day old
Solves problems in ways manifold
Gives answers that are accurate
We have also been told
Withstands both heat & cold

Looks like a king sealed on the table
To tell us the most mysterious fable
HCL, IBM, HP is the label
And at the back has a black cable
Its monitor is very sable
& its language being totally nable

In front has a keyboard
That looks like a section of road
Ball in mouse is like a toad
As if it were sitting in its Ford
Keyboard makes it carry large input load
& for all purposes understands single code (1 or 0)

Friday, August 26, 2011

Wah Khoon Kaho Kis Matlab Ka

Wah Khoon Kaho Kis Matlab Ka,
Jisme Ubaal Ka Naam Nahi,
Wah Khoon Kaho Kis Matlab Ka,
Aa Sake Dessh Ke Kaam Nahi,

Wah Khoon Kaho Kis Matlab Ka,
Jisme Jeevan Na Ravani Hai,
Jo Par-Vash Hokar Bahta Hai,
Wah Khoon Nahi Hai Paani Hai,

Us Din Logon Ne Sahi Sahi,
Khoon Ki Keemat Pahchani Thi,
Jis Din Subhash Ne Barma Me,
Mangi Unse Kurbaani Thi,

Bole Swatantrta Ki Khatir,
Balidan Tumhe Karna Hoga,
Tum Bahoot Jee Chuke Ho Jag Me,
Lekin, Aage Marna Hoga,

Aazazdi Ke Charno Me Jo,
Jaimal Chadai Jayegi,
Wah Suno Tumhaare Sheeshon Ke,
Phoolon Se Gunthi Jayegi,

Aazadi Ka Sangraam Kahin,
Paise Par Khela Jaata Hai,
Yah Sheesh Katane Ka Souda,
Nange Sir Jhela Jata Hai,

Aazadi Ka Itihaas Kahin,
Kaali Syahi Likh Paati Hai,
Isko Likhne Ke Liye,
Khoon Ki Nadi Bahai Jaati Hai,

Yah Kahte Kahte Wakta Ki,
Aankhin Me Lahoo Utar Aaya,
Mukh Rakt-Varn Ho Damak Utha,
Chamki Unki Raktim Kaya,

Aajanu Baahu Unchi Karke,
We Bole “Rakt Mujhe Dena”
Iske Badle Me Bharat Ki,
Aazadi Tum Mujhse Lena,

Ho Gai Sabha Me Uthal Puthal,
Seene Me Dil Na Samate The,
Swar Inklaab Ke, Naaron Ke,
Koson Tak Chaye Jaate The,

Hum Denge-Denge Khoon,
Shabd Bas Yahi Sunai Dete The,
Ran Me Jaane Ko Yuvak Khade,
Taiyaar Dikhai Dete The,

Bole Subhash Aise Nahi,
Baaton Se Matlab Sarta Hai,
Lo Yah Kagaz, Hai Koun Yahan,
Aakar Hastakshar Karta Hai,

Isko Bharne Wale Jan Ko,
Sarvasv-Samarpan Karna Hai,
Apna Tan-Man-Dhan-Jan-Jeevan,
Mata Ko Arpan Karna Hai,

Par Yah Sadharan Patr Nahi,
Azadi Ka Parvana Hai,
Is-Par Tumko Apne Tan Ka,
Kuch Ujjaval Rakt Girana Hai,

Wah Aage Aaye, Jiske Tan Me,
Bharteey Khoon Bahta Ho,
Wah Aage Aaye Jo Apne Ko,
Hindustaani Kahta Ho,

Wah Aage Aaye Jo Is Par,
Khooni Hastakshar Deta Ho,
Mai Kafan Badhata Hun, Aaye,
Jo Isko Hanskar Leta Ho,

Sari Janata Hunkaar Uthi,
“Hum Aate Hai, Hum Aate Hain,
Mata Ke Charno Me Yah Lo,
Hum Apna Rakt Chadate Hain,

Sahas Se Badhe Yuvak Us Din,
Dekha Badhte Hi Aate The,
Chaaku, Churi, Katariyon Se,
We Apna Rakt Girate The,

Fir Usi Rakt Syaahi Me,
Ve Apni Kalam Dubaate The,
Aazadi Ke Parvaane Par,
Hastakshar Karte Jaate The,

Us Din Taaron Ne Dekha,
Hindustaani Itihaas Naya,
Jab Likha Maha Ranveeron Ne,
Khoon Se Apna Itihaas Naya.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Understanding Women

There are some equations that can never be balanced; they always remain in a state of imbalance. One such equation is the one that exists between men & women. The male herd typically high on ego, need for power, sex and aggression. Women on the other hand crave for love, caring, consideration; & these urges are more powerful than any other urge in them. Being settled and leading a comfortable life is also on their priority list.

What Women want?
It is a question that many a love gurus & pundits have tried / failed to answer. Women want love, care & consideration, money, good looks (though still a matter of debate because women deny this), and a trustworthy partner. They are not driven by their urge for sex, but that of being wanted, to love and be loved. Metropolitan women are smart, manipulative and calculative when it comes to choosing their life partner. They keep many options open, dating many male friends during the same time and taking their pick from within this herd. They may have many flings. They are involved in innumerable one sided affairs that become so serious that the self proclaimed boyfriend has to be admitted to the hospital because he slits his wrist, showcasing his craziness for the girl. But he doesn’t showcases his love this way; he proves that he is a loser.

Women do have the 6th sense, with which they sniff their Mr. Right from amongst a crowd of zillions. They may go to great heights to find their Mr. right, and if they begin to believe that there is no such thing s Mr. right, they will eye the guy that they met on their journey of finding Mr. right, and get hooked to that guy. Doesn’t matter is they had dumped this same guy in the past for reasons galore. You have a bad body odor, you have a foul smelling mouth, you are not my type, you don't give me space, you don't understand me etc etc.

A women’s solution to a broken heart or a sour relationship is to move on to another man. Another man’s handkerchief & strong shoulder aid in fixing their broken heart as fast as the Fevicol. This man comes as a cupid & saves their day & cushion from getting wet because of tears. If women have a broken heart, they will take all the blame on themselves, thinking that something is seriously wrong with her; which caused the relationship & commitment to fail. If they have had a sour relationship they would still have the hope that they can turn back the clock & get their man back in their life. They still believe in miracles happening & fairy tales. They believe in the magic wand & the fairies that will come & resolve all their problems with the wave of the wand. Women do get crazy & berserk while on this rebound from their old relationship. Nobody has ever understood a Women's broken heart & nobody has ever been able to contemplate the time it will take to heal their broken heart. Ironically, they always want the men, who don't want them, & not want the men who want them.

A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend, and a successful woman is one who can find such a man. For a woman choosing the right guy/prospective husband, is like a big achievement tantamount to that of achieving Nobel Prize. Majority of women want to marry a guy who is rich, but they forget to think that do they really match up to the expectations of that rich man. That’s why rich men also have trouble finding a suitable wife, as they rarely meet prospective girls, in their circles who are up to their standards.

Disclaimer:
This is not a male chauvinistic post.
All characters in this post are imaginary and have no resemblance to any person living or dead.

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Reflection

No Deflection from my own Reflection

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Cobalt and Umber and Ultramarine

Cobalt and Umber and Ultramarine
Ivory, Black and Emerald Green
What shall I paint to give pleasure to you
"Paint for me something, utterly new"

I have painted you Tigers in Crimson and White
"The Colors were good, and you painted them alright
Now paint me a Country where nobody goes
and Paint me the people whom nobody knows"

Courtesy: (Poem in the 5th Standard Textbook, which I still remember faintly)

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Breaking the Padma Spell

Padma was the most desired thing for me during my prime. I used to shout atop Mountains, crevasses, cliffs her sacred name, like a verse "Padma, Padma". She would reiterate by shouting back her name "Padma, Padma", which would eventually fade out. People told me that it was the echo. But, I knew that it wasn't an echo, it was my beloved calling back to me making me feel her omnipresence.
During rainy days & snowy nights; I missed her in my blanket so bad. I was lonely without her. I loved Padma, she was the Girl in my dreams. I searched for her in every nook & corner of the world, but couldn't find her. She died being the girl of my dreams.
Now since I am 60 I am at all liberty to confess my seduction towards Padma. Today I am going to open the Pandora's Box (Padma's Closet) & reveal all the secrets related to Padma. Padma a cold blooded homo-sapien, a commoner as you & me. She is no royalty; she is as blood & flesh as you & me. Padma term was coined by me for the ilk of all typical Southie girls in Bangalore.

Features:
1. Hair: Smeared with oil; neatly tied; & a Gajra clinging onto it
2. Skin: Dark skinned; no white = no black - bloody confusing brown
3. Face: High on features; nil makeup; traces of talcum powder - or maybe even Atta
4. Eyes: Traces of Kajal; even darker than the Dark knight (oopsy night)
5. Neck: Gold Jewellery covering it; A pendant pendant swaying from one side to another
6. Below Neck: Arrggghhhh Forget about it (Flatron TV's)
7. Typical Figure: 30-28-40 (Breast Waist Hips) - Her figure may give Kim Kadarshian a run for her money - All thanks to the Chawal chawal & more chawal
8. Legs: Skinny akin P.T. Usha's Legs
9. Feet: Let’s not talk about it; Even Krack Cream couldn't fill the crevasses
10. Clothes: Saree; Skirt & Blouse with a Chunni
11. Favorite Colors: Orange with Golden Borden; Brown with Golden Borden; VIBGYOR with Golden Borden; Anything with Golden Borden would do
12. Favorite Dish: Rice with Rasam & Sambar
13. Boyfriends: Nil till date

Characteristics:
1. Strengths: Her Charisma; Dusky Beauty; Rusty Makeup
2. Weaknesses: Craving for Rice; Fairness Creams; Fragrant Oil
3. Motto followed: Simple Living & Highly Freaking
4. Hangs out at: Gardens - (Discs; malls; pubs; etc are a total no no)

Similarities with Ugly Betty:
1. Smelly Body
2. Hairy arm pits
3. Un-waxed hands & legs
4. Her wicked smile
5. Lice infested hair

Fantasies:
1. Wants to see ice (not-rice) once in her life
2. Raise 2-4 kids

Photo Courtesy:
http://tusharanchan.blogspot.com/2010/08/south-indian-girl.html

Marriage & Change Management

1. Fun:
Earlier I used to freak out with friends; now it’s behaving nicely & in a sophisticated way with the wife.
Gone are the days when I was one nasty wolf, now it’s a Chihuahua going around, making no noise.

2. Yearning:
There was always a yearning in the mornings to hold someone tight in the bed, & this yearning has now become a reality.

3. Overcoming my vices:
My vices were never known to me before, more so because everyone used to think high of me; marriage made me mindful of my vices & I am working on to overcome my vices.

4. Carelessness & Negligence:
These are the things of the past. She's a perfectionist & the margin of error in doing things should be 1 part per million

5. Mitochondria Dysfunctioning:
Energy Levels have dropped considerably. Jog of 8kms a year back is now restricted to only 2kms; heavy panting & sweating an add on feature.

6. Kindness & Soft spokeness:
With my friends at times I was mean, but niceties & courtesies have become like the main course of life. Some of my friends even told me "there has been a considerable & commendable change in me post my nuptial"

7. Anger Management:
My worst nightmare is me angry to the core, but I am learning to let go of trivia, & managing my anger & impatience. Practice makes perfect.

8. Sacrifices:
I haven't done any so far. She is the one who has left her family, house, friends, job so as to be with me, for a lifetime & 7 others to come.

9. Compassion Vs Compatibility:
I always was of the view that it is the "Compassion" that keeps a relation ticking; but now I am sure that it is the Compatibility Quotient & Understanding that keeps the relationship ticking.

10. PDA (Public Display of Affection):
Holding Hands in the Park, on the road & where not; Bear Hugs while driving __Censored__ (else I will be censured)

11. Humor Dosage:
She's got a whacky sense of humor that can instill life in anything. It also helps keeps my heart healthy & sets a curve on my otherwise silly face.

12. Indulgence:
Breakfast served & fed - hot & crispy; Evening Tea hotter than she herself is;
Dinner cooked perfectly minus spices & oil, plus retained taste & aroma.
Savours my taste buds everytime

13. De-Stressing:
I am de-stressed at almost all times. Even if I am annoyed with something; I resolve the issue there & then itself, so as not to conflagrate it.Keeps the relation healthy & prevents it from rottening.

14. Freedom Bygone:
Freedom is far bygone. I have to seek permission to go to parties, take consent before doing anything substantial, even if that involves buying groceries. I have to be home on time. I guess freedom is the only thing that has been bartered for other attributes, comforts & conveniences.

15. Living not for yourself, but for others:
Dad once said, "If you live for yourself, what did you live, live for others". Adopting that to make others lively & lift their spirits.

16. Making the two ends meet:
Building our own warm, cozy nest speck by speck.

17. Running home to:
Earlier I didn't have anyone to run home to, but now I can't wait to wind up for the day & go back home to her warm embrace.

18. Soaring Temperatures & Settling Heat:
She has made every effort honestly to settle down with my ilk. She has accepted people the way they are, & in a short span of time. There was riff & raff in the beginning but the dust settled soon. Thank God for giving me such a good life partner.

19. Changing Interests:
Pop & Jazz has given way to Jagjit Singh's Ghazals. Chai waalah's chai has given way to CCD's & Barista's now. Chaprii shopping has given way to shopping at the Malls.

20. No Money No Honey:
Picked up this line from our Tour Guide in Thailand. Credit Card Bills have shot up exponentially, not just to buy honey but butter, bread & jam too. Having a little variety in life is very luscious.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Doing the Undone

People don't do things,
not because they can't do them,
but because of sheer unwillingness.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Dew

The rising Sun, the morning Dew,
The Sun Smiled & so did the Dew,
They said; the smile is a gift for you,
Carry it on, whenever you start anew.
And now the happiness is flowing through.

Courtesy: Divya's Diary

Monday, September 20, 2010

Gift from the Master

You are the one I have sought from the master
You are the one who makes my heart beat faster
Our unification was really meant to be
It was a karmic connect between you and me

You more precious than any stone on the earth
Your indomitable love for me that has no dearth
Getting you in my life, my joy knows no bound
I am all merry, my mind’s going round

Your square long face ohhh keeps on coming across my face
Your nasty little talks make me go so insane
Your thoughts filling my mind all day long
Your name on my lips like a lovely song

Sing Sing Sing is all that my heart does
In my life now there’s no fuss
Listening to me patiently like a pupil in the school
Even with my foolhardiness, you don’t lose your cool

You are the gift that has been given to me
I am gonna love you & the world will see
All my wishes & desires fulfilled in you
Loving you forever is all I want to do

Monday, July 19, 2010

My Sacred Verse

Your serene thoughts racing all across my mind
You seem to have cast a spell of some kind
Your thoughts more sacred than worship of the God
My prayers answered & you being my reward
Your breath racing like a serenading lullaby
Against the walls of my pounding heart
The hypnosis of your beautiful eye
That would neither let me live, nor let me die
Your rich talk enchanting my soul
Reverberating & purifying any leftover dark shady coal
The smile across your face lifting my trodden spirit
The reinforcement that keeps me going & going
The arms pulsate to never let you go away
Holding you in its fortress from night till the day
All my unanswered questions & queries galore
Quenched with your soothing touch, & then there are quests no more
So much to know in the entire universe
But you are my little universe, & my only sacred verse

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Yester Today & Morrow

Yesterday was the rocky mountain
Today is much better
Yesterday I feared, in this hostility I will wither
Today I have no fears, feels lighter than the feather
Yesterday the track was carpeted with thorns & bushes
Today it has petals of rose & the soothe of the cushions
Yesterday the air was choking & the lungs smothering
Today a fresh wind of air in my hair
Yesterday the gloom shadowed my thoughts, everything seemed so dark
Today brings with it a new ray of light
Yesterday seemed to be depressing, & depriving
Today in turn is so merrier & giving
Yesterday I didn’t know, what tomorrow will be
Today that uncertainty in no more with me
Yesterday I was on my own
Today has brought with it newer responsibilities galore
Yesterday I had nobody to share me with
Today I have good friends who bring out in me, the young hidden kid
Yesterday the new venture seemed so gloomy
Today the feat of overcoming my apprehensions makes me so sunny
It all didn’t come with the flick of a finger
It took in its making sweat, tears, pain & anger
Yesterday made me experience the value of today,
I can foresee the darkness loosing its way,
Its moving away from me and slowly fading away,
The vision of tomorrow, seems pleasing to my eyes,
With every rising sun, only happiness will rise.

{Image Courtesy: Amit @ The Rocky Mountain(Nandi Hills)}

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Indomitable Passion

Passion’s flowing in my blood thru my nerves
It’s about slender groovy bends & the curves
It gives me a high, it gives me a kick
Intoxicating me in a tick
Passion they say is so bad you see
But its clenches even they couldn’t flee
Everyone falls prey to its invite
Losing the sense of what’s wrong, what’s right
Digging deep into my skin
Touching me deep, piercing my shin
The sweet taste of the sweat
Putting to test the contours of the gut
The temperatures soar
In unison we roar
The clenching & the clawing
Sense of oneness, unification & the belonging
The passion taking me so high
The dreams, craving & fantasies coming alive

Death of Love

Why does my heart sink on losing sight of you?
Why does it beat faster when you pass me through?
I wonder, Why does it pain, & why it blossoms
I would never know, why it surfaces, why it bottoms
Your beauty makes it ohhh so bloated
If you take my heart out, you will see your name jotted
You are the one who raises my beamers
The thought of parting, gives me shivers
Alas this racing & desire had to come to an end
You have broken my heart, & all rules you bent
Seeing you cozying in the arms of the foe
There’s no motive to live, I want to go
Loved in vain, my heart’s in deep pain, life holds no charm,
My love, you have done me unfathomable harm
I don’t want to accept what I saw, I still feel if it’s a bad dream
I am going mad, I want to scream
The mind says, let’s kill the pain & stop the gush
The heart says, she’s yours, she’s blinded, hold on, what’s the big rush
The whole body’s burning as if on pyre
I want to doze off this frenzy & the fire
I slit my wrist, with a blade
Now I can’t see anything, everything’s fade
Just her face crossing across my thought
I could have won great battles, but this one I lost
My heart used to source once, glad for all the love it had
& today there’s no feeling, it is just flat

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Shiv Tandava Strotram

Shiv Tandava Strotram was composed by Ravana. Shiva Tandava Mantra is a great prayer of Dancing Shiva and those who reads Siva Tandav Stotra at the end of every worship or, reads it after worship of Lord Shiva on the Pradosha day, will get by the blessing of Lord Shiva, and the affectionate sight of god of wealth.



Jatatavee gala jjala pravaha pavitha sthale,
Gale avalabhya lambithaam bhujanga thunga malikaam,
Dama ddama dama ddama ninnadava damarvayam,
Chakara chanda thandavam thanothu na shiva shivam. 1

Jata kataha sambhramabrama nillimpa nirjari,
Vilola veechi vallari viraja mana moordhani,
Dhaga dhaga daga jjwala lalata patta pavake,
Kishora Chandra shekare rathi prathi kshanam mama. 2

Dara darendra nandini vilasa bhandhu bhandura,
Sphuradigantha santhathi pramodha mana manase,
Krupa kadaksha dhorani niruddha durdharapadi,
Kwachi digambare mano vinodhamethu vasthuni. 3

Jada bhujanga pingala sphurath phana mani prabha,
Kadamba kumkuma drava praliptha digwadhu mukhe,
Madhandha sindhura sphurathwagu utthariya medhure,
Mano vinodhamadhbutham bibarthu bhootha bharthari. 4

Sahasra lochana prabhoothyasesha lekha shekhara,
Prasoona dhooli dhorani vidhu sarangri peedabhu,
Bhujangaraja Malaya nibhadha jada jhootaka,
Sriyai chiraya jayatham chakora bandhu shekhara. 5

Lalata chathwara jwaladhanam jaya sphulingabha,
Nipeetha pancha sayagam saman nilimpanayakam,
Sudha mayookha lekhaya virajamana shekharam,
Maha kapali sampade, siro jadalamasthu na. 6

Karala bhala pattika dhagadhaga jjwala,
Ddhanam jayahuthi krutha prachanda pancha sayage ,
Dharadharendra nandhini kuchagra chithrapathraka,
Prakalpanaika shilpini, trilochane rather mama. 7

Naveena megha mandali nirudha durdharath sphurath,
Kahoo niseedhi neethama prabhandha bandha kandhara,
Nilimpa nirjari darsthanothu kruthi sindhura,
Kala nidhana bandhura sriyam jagat durandhara. 8

Prafulla neela pankaja prapancha kalima prabha,
Valambhi kanda kanthali ruchi prabandha kandharam,
Smarschidham puraschidham bhavaschidham makhachidham,
Gajachidandakachidham tham anthakachidham bhaje. 9

Agarva sarva mangalaa kalaa kadamba manjari,
Rasa pravaha madhuri vijrumbha mana madhu vrtham,
Suranthakam, paranthakam, bhavanthakam, makhandakam,
Gajandhakandhakandakam thamanthakanthakam bhaje. 10

Jayathwadhabra vibramadbujaamga maswasath,
Vinirgamath, kramasphurath, karala bhala havya vat,
Dhimi dhimi dhimi dhwanan mrudanga thunga mangala,
Dhwani karma pravarthitha prachanda thandawa shiva. 11

Drusha dwichi thra thalpayor bhujanga moukthika srajo,
Garishta rathna loshtayo suhrudhwi paksha pakshayo,
Trunara vinda chakshusho praja mahee mahendrayo,
Samapravarthika kadha sadashivam bhajamyaham. 12

Kada nilampa nirjaree nikunja kotare vasan,
Vimuktha durmathee sada sirasthanjaleem vahan,
Vilola lola lochano lalama bhala lagnaka,
Shivethi manthamucharan kada sukhee bhavamyaham. 13

Imam hi nithya meva muktha muthamothamam sthavam,
Padan, smaran broovan naro vishudhimethi santhatham,
Hare Gurou subhakthimasu yathi nanyadha gatheem,
Vimohinam hi dehinaam sushakarasya chithanam. 14

Poojavasana samaye dasa vakhra geetham,
Ya shambhu poojana param padthi pradhoshe,
Thasya sthiraam radha gajendra thuranga yuktham,
Lakshmeem sadaiva sumukheem pradadathi shambu. 15

Ithi Ravana krutham,
Shiva thandava stotram,
Sampoornam.

(Source: http://www.hindudevotionalblog.com/2008/07/shiva-thandava-stotram-lyrics-video.html)

Reflection

No Deflection
From my own Reflection

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Diamonds & Gold

You never Win Gold
You always lose a Diamond

Monday, June 7, 2010

Kashmiri Marriage

Well marriage as you know is all about dancing, singing, indulging in food, looking beautiful, meeting people, cracking jokes, having fun & loads of preparation. To make this scoop, all the ingredients have to be put in the right quantities. Kashmiri marriages last long, real long. This big fat marriage affair could last for anywhere from 4 days to 20 days. The various ceremonies that have to carried forth are the:

Livun >> Livun is an exceptional ritual prevalent only in the Kashmiri wedding. In it the cleaning of the place takes place, followed by worshipping of the deities. Since many close relatives & cousins are around it is followed by singing folk songs & dancing.

Ver >> The Paternal Aunt’s will prepare Ver (Similar to Rice khichdi) on the marriage day. This Ver will then be distributed to all the relatives. The Waza (traditional cook) will prepare Kashmiri delicacies along with the Ver.

Krool Khanun >> Krool Khanun is a ceremony in which the respective Aunts & cousins will decorate the entrance doors of the house, writing on it ‘Bride weds Groom, using different colors & designs on the entrance walls.

Devagon >> Devgon is the havan which is performed before the marriage. In this Havan, prayers are offered by both the bride and the groom & it transfers them from the Brahmacharya to the Grihasta Ashram. In this the gold jewellery is also worshipped & put on the bride. These prayers are offered essentially to Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati.

Mehndiraat >> In the evening there will be elaborate rituals. Respective maternal aunts will wash the Bride’s & Groom’s feet. Then the respective eldest paternal aunt will apply Mehandi on the hands and feet of the bride & the groom. Then the respective paternal aunts will distributes the Mehendi or to all the relatives present, who in turn give her money for the Mehandi.

Yagnopavit >> This is one of the sacred thread ceremonies, conducted before the marriage. In it a sacred thread (Yoni), is put across the body of the boy, & marks his becoming a Pandit (or a Brahmin, Kashmiri Pandit). This involves a day long havan & the groom collects money to pay Guru dakshina (fees) to his Guru, from whom he gets the Diksha (supreme knowledge). The Guru also tells him a Guru Mantra of (Om Boor Bawa Swaha, Tasa vita Varenayam, Bhargo Dimahase, Diyo yo na Pracho daya). The head of the boy is tonsured. The ceremony ends with the termination of the full day of fasting & dressing up the groom in new clothes, & going to the temple. The ceremony is a elaborate one, & involves offering prayers to the various gods while chanting Swaha (offering to all the lords at once).

Lagan >> The lagan is fixed at the nighttime (rotlagan) or daytime (dohlagan). All invitees will assemble at the groom’s residence, & move on to the marriage venue. This will again be a length affair, followed by the Jaimala (bride & groom garlanding each other). Then begins the 7 feras (rounds around the fire), taking vows of living together forever, looking after each other. This also involves the bride changing her Gothra from that of her parent’s to that of her husband’s gothra. The Gorr (priest) will direct them about their duties towards each other & towards others (parents). Then, there will be Athwas in which bride & groom will cross their arms one over the other and hold hands. And their hands will be covered with a cloth. A golden thread called Mananmal will be tied to their foreheads. After this, the left foot of bride & groom, would be kept one upon the other, and placed on a kajwat (a grinding stone used in Kashmiri kitchens). The first round (phera) around the sacred fire would be made by stepping on seven one-rupee coins of silver (placed in a circle), while the other six rounds will be done to the chant of mantras. This will be followed by the Posh Pooza, in which bride & the groom will be flanked with a red cloth, & flowers will be put on them, signifying the unification of Shiv & Shakti. Bride & the groom will finally feed each other some food (essentially rice). The ceremony ends with the bride’s father doing kanyadaan, & taking a pledge from the groom, that he will look after their daughter with utmost care & love.

Vidai >> Vidai or departing will happen with bride & the groom standing on the Vyuhug (Grond decorated with different colors). They will be fed with sweets. The departing involves a lot of nostalgia, & emotions come out in form of tears. Bride & the groom would then go to a temple to get the blessings of the god in this new beginning of life.

Satraat >> Bride & the groom would then go to Bride’s parent's house for dinner the same evening of the marriage, & may probably stay back for the night.

Honeymoon >> Aah se aaha tak

(Image Courtesy: Neeraj & Suparna Wedding)

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Whining & Winning

Stop Whining
Start Winning
(Amit)

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Love is Divine

Love is the blessing of God
In an abstract form showing us the light (Divine Light)
A vibrant rainbow filling all voids in our lives
Showering radiance, brilliance & colors so bright

Sunday, March 28, 2010

The Great Professors of India

Great scientists have hailed from this land of snake charmers & elephant tamers. The great scientist & the first surgeon the world has ever knows was Sushruta Samhita, from India. He not only did cut open surgeries, but also prescribed Ayurvedic medication to help his patients recuperate & fight the diseases that haunted them. India has since been the land of noted scientists & doctors who have spread all over the world saving lives, mankind & humanity alike.

In the era of Mr. India, India proudly boasted of great scientists as Professor Foo Man Choo from some unknown land made the missiles for Mogamboo the great. Mogamboo the greatest & the most evil monster that is known to Indians, creates 4 missiles in the movie, to destroy the 4 metropolitans of Delhi, Mumbai, Madras & Calcutta. He does so in order to take vengeance on one Mr. India whose uncle had created a device to make anyone invisible, on weaning the device. It was actually Professor Foo Man Choo who created Mr. Mogamboo's missiles, & was even decorated with Nobel Prize for equipping Mr. Mogamboo with the deadliest of the missile ever known to mankind. But alas the professor Foo Man Choo is martyred in the missile yard. Mr. Mogamboo in his fury launches the 4 camouflaged missiles that emerge from beneath the ground (Thanks to Professor Foo Man Choo's hydraulic based missile launching system). Not to mention the laser guides, & Satellite navigated missiles that would launch the missles in the heart of these 4 cities, instantaneously killing millions. But Mr. India in the favor of humanity decides to terminate the launch. The Missile launching system has a bug that was not caught by the bloody testing team. The bug was that once missile launch has been initiated it can't be terminated; doing so would cause the missile to explode in the base, shearing & tearing everything in its proximity. As they say, in a collision "there you are", but in an explosion "Where you are?" . In the end the great Professor Foo man Choo is buried under the debris of the base, & Mr. India escapes unhurt with his chick, & a few hundred kids that he had.

Professor Phunsukh Wangdoo was a disciple of Professor Foo Man Choo, but contrary to his Master's work ethics, he chose to work for the betterment of the mankind. He was even decorated with the Bharat Ratna, Nobel Prize, you name it & he had it. With more than 400 patents in 10 years, filing a patent was like a cup of tea for him. He was the one who discovered that salt is a good conductor of electricity, & used this principle of his to electrify the dicks of zillions of men all over the world. Thanks to this technique of his, men became impotent & it gave better results than Sanjiv Gandhi’s nasbandi *********

The professor is a happy man who is being lured by the Japanese, & the Americans alike, but he is no land's man, & lives happily in the valley of Ladakh, teaching the kids, with a passion, & also piling up on his list of inventions. As I write this content I don't know how many ideas he must have already patented or how many more ideas must have cropped up in his tiny little brain. He is a true inspiration to every living creature on the earth, making his name & the name of his country (India) scale new heights.


Hail the great Prof Foo Man Choo & Professor Phunsukh Wangdoo
Category (Sci Fiction)

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Pain an Antidote

Pain, a somatic sensation of acute discomfort, emotional distress or a physical hurt. Contrary to the belief that pain ruptures & devastates people, pain is actually an adhesive that binds people together. Pain gives people a chance to stand up in unison & in sync against the stimuli causing the pain. It works as a filler to plug in the cracks & crevices of a strained relationship. Pain is also a dope that gives people a high. Pain is also a way to gain empathy, compassion, affiliation, love & attention. It brings out the best in the pain inflicted individual & his empathizers.

Pain is also a healer that bridges the differences, between two individuals. They collectively tend to overcome the pain inflicting problem, & in this process their intimacy & understanding for each other also grows. Somatic sensations upsurge in them, igniting & conflagrating the fire of love & compassion, once again that was long forgone.

Life is a boomerang with troughs & peaks. People who cognize with you during the peaks may be many, but they may not be the real emphasizers. Whereas the people who are coherent during the troughs, are the real empathizers, & well wishers. There goes a saying that "Hands that come to wipe off your tears are much better than the hands that come to clap for you". Pain is a similar antidote, where you undergo a lot of trauma & perishing, but in the process come to know the real empathizers, churned out from the defunct & the unwanted weeds.

For some pain may also be a way of life, as is the case of the religious cult sects, who inflict pain on themselves, as a way to achieve godliness. Pain is also an antidote that keeps us grounded to earth. Absence of pain would make us sick, mad & into a frenzied fanatic. The pain comes to destroy the phase of happiness so that a new cycle of happiness could begun, & that we would cherish & value the moments of happiness & tranquility in our lives. Pain also leads us to subdue to the supreme, or the inner self. Subjugating & surrendering to the powerful force inside us & around us, leading us towards righteousness & virtuousness. It induces fear in us, the fear of being punished if we didn't abide by the rulebook of the inner conscious or that of the truth. Pain is aptly an antidote rather than the posion itself.
Images Courtesy: Radhika Jindal's Gallery

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Love Thyself

Love Thyself to love others
Believe in yourself, to believe others
Change yourself, to change others
Satiate yourself before satiating others

Raise your bar of delivery, before expecting from others
Showcase goodwill to get the goodwill of others
Come over your vices, to forget vices of others
Love Thyself to love others

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Evolutionary Revolution

Next step to Evolution is Human's becoming Anaerobic...
Anyways there won't be much of Oxygen to breathe!!!

Copenhagen attendees will understand the fundamentals of sustainability of people & planet after this evolutionary transition...

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Wisdom of Living

I was running from the life
Shying from defunct & alike
Didn't count my steps
Didn’t see where I was headed

Someone called on me to stop
I halted & diverted my thought
Panting & Sweating he came close to me
He caught his breath, which was in frenzy

A man in his later eighties
Bent back & wrinkled skin
Shaky hands with visible shin
Bespectacled, but an aura on his face

He gazed me direct in my eye
Said, Son can we sit & I asked him why
But soon my curiosity was ohh so high
That I followed him to a bench nearby

His lips quavering to speak something
Eyes holding a thousand stories
Face index to his mind
That said, happiness isn't hard to find

Son, when I saw you,
I memorized my own life
I have been running all through my life
Out of breath, & with bare hands

Never learnt the true meaning of life
Never read the story that's cozy & right
Never cared about the happiness inside
Happiness crippled in this worldly tide

Converted all my desired to needs
Fulfilled on all my satiable greeds
Power, status, security under my feet
Today it all seems like no great feat

A few friends for namesake
Glorious things in which to rake
Everything around me fallacy & fake
I wished that this jinx would break

I had everything desirable & material
But actually as poor as the poorest of the poor
I betrayed, stabbed & killed for my greed
I always craved for more than my need

I ran through this journey like a marathon
Leaving everyone behind, my greatest blunder
I ran, I ran, I ran & I ran
The winner of trophy of detest & hatred

His charisma was spell binding
Nerve numbing & hypnotizing
I was ohh so attentive & careful
Cleared mind, no more battles to fight

I understood the substance of the wise
Be happy, content & suffice
Love the people & love your life
Try to make the most of the journey called life

The wise had gone, but showed me the way
No more subjugation, no more dismay
I stayed all so cordial & gay
A new beginning I must say

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Do you love me or not?

Do you love me, or you don't?
Can't peep in your heart, Can't read your eye,
Please don't fake, please don't lie
Your fudged emotions I ain't going to buy

Your yes or no, matters you see
If you do, This feeling will always be
If you don't, I will set you free
Cause then you never belonged to me

I no more want to daydream
No more want to go mad & scream
Don't make me feel worthless even for a while
I am curious, I ain't going senile

No more following the ghost in the darks
Thoughts no more biting into me like sharks
I want peace & solace of my soul
I will forget all the promises & the parole

All the words you said
All the promises you made
All the things you did
Will keep me alive, Will keep me sane

These are the churning & testing times
I will forgive you for all your old crimes
Just want to know the true
The true that I know not, & you do

(To: Anon)

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Sins of a Software Rookie

Most elite professional workforce, with the so-called golden spoon in their mouths isn't all that Glossy & glitzy really. This write-up reflects light off a software rookie, but with no intention what so ever to tarnish image of a software rookies. Software rookies have their own ways of committing sins.

Internet a boon is also a curse in disguise for organizations, where it gets misused for chatting, mass email forwarding, surfing, shopping, booking tickets & what not. A software rookie on an average spends 1-2 hours on chat engines like yahoo messenger, msn, Gtalk etc. The mass email forwarding happens to such a an extend that your mail box sometimes is piled up with heaps of forward mails. There is a good probability that a mail that you have received, you will receive it again. These forwarded range from human psychology, pictures, religious forwards, informational mails, IQ Tests, inspirational stories, jokes to mails as Microsoft Paying offers etc. Some of the mails are really good, & informative, others just fizzle you out.

Other activities are as surfing the web for social networking sites, like Orkut, face book, catching up like a fever within the younger generation? History on a typical computer will easily show 20-50 accessed sites per day. Companies do have network monitors, to monitor traffic flowing to each node on the network, & they can trace what sites have been accessed, amount of downloads / uploads & even peep into your mailboxes, block specific emails to enter your mailbox, or block your send folder from sending some unethical mail. No one can escape these network crawlers. The network administrators even have the rights to discard any mail on the network that we send, or may want to receive.

Gaming is another passion of the software fraternity; whether it be the online gaming, network gaming or desktop gaming. Network games are typically played in after office hours typically between two or more employees.

Work begins relatively after the second half of the day, the first half comprises of socializing with peers, chitchats over coffee, checking emails, sending forwards. The work won’t become infinitesimal & so the rookies have to stay overnight to wash off their sins, of the first half. The fresh rookies sometimes enjoy this. For them there is no catch in going back home, as most of them are outstation candidates, & don’t have a family in their town. With no social life in the external world, they remain confined in their virtual world. Food & cab facility is provided by the company for people working till the night shift. No need to go home & cook for yourself, or do the dishes. At these late hours the conference room phones are also used appropriately to call family, friends, & girl friends, & these calls may sometimes stretch on for hour’s altogether.

Tea Coffee breaks range from 3-8 in a typical day, each ranging from 10-20
Minutes each. So these breaks take up a minimum 1hour, lunch accounts for another hour. Then comes the work part, where most of the code or the pseudo code / documentation / is taken from google, or websites such as open source(gnu), sourceforge.net, techfooksforfree.com, msdn.com to name a few. Once you get to the code that you wanted, all you have to do is port it to your system, i.e. copy paste, & this pilferage software rookies can do efficiently & effectively. Software fraternity strongly believes in Standard Operating Practices, of reusing the code, rather than having to re write the whole code from scratch. Testing & validation people, in extreme cases can go to the extend of fudging the logs, to make them look good, & not to open the Pandora’s box, which in turn could create a lot of furor & hue & cry. Better modify the logs & let the peace prevail. Or maybe trying to maintain the silence before the storm.

Another sin is that of proxy attendance, swiping proxy cards for peers in cases of emergency of even generally. Such absences go unnoticed, & the culprits can’t be easily bought to task, till the time there is no whistle blower on these unethical practices. Some people even go back to office after boozing during office hours.

I belong to this fraternity of high-headed nerds & geeks. Intellectual; fire in the belly, with Bill Gates dreams; of making it big in the real world. This is what goes in the mind of software Engineer. Still they strive & stride to make this world a better place for everyone. There is no dearth of the hard work that they put in when the project schedules demand Asses to sweat it out, without even sighing. Still proud of being a Software rookie.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

She Said

She Said "Say those 3 magical words!!"
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I said "Jai Mata Di" :)

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Compatibility

Perfect compatibility between 2 people, is like running with 1 earphone each plugged into one of their ears, & the earphones not tripping or falling off.

Sweet sound of music carrying them on its back. Soothing, alluring, & charismatic hopS. Journey of life become a lot easier with these rhythimical hops. Breath racing in sync with that of the other, eyes not losing track, steady pace with heart's pounding pace.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Kiddish & Bullish

Attitude is what all makes the big difference:
I hate running 5kms a day, but I go, just thinking that I want to live a few more years :) Greedy huh

There is a little kid inside us, & the world tries to kill it... Its up to us to kill that kid & be a savage or nurture that kid & relive infancy...
Probably that's why people call me MAD, & I love it that way !!

Monday, November 9, 2009

Don't React

Newton's Third law of motion states that “For every action there is an equal & opposite reaction". Same is true for human reflexes & reactions to different situations & events. Reflex action is the instantaneous reaction of our body to an external stimulus. eg If we touch something hot, we pull back our hand, this is the reflex to heat that tells our hands to retract from the hot surface. Same thing applies to humans too. If we hold the hot plate too long, we will only get burns on our hands. Similarly we should not react unthinkably when in hot circumstances. We should avoid reacting instinctively, without a second thought.

Alternatively we lose our nerve to unbalances situations, & without paying heed to the aftermath, we blind dive into the mud pool. We react to people's comments vociferously & instinctively. In the entire process we hurt others brutally, sometimes more disheartening than the initial assault on us. These hurts are irreparable, & strain healthy relationships in a split second. It happens so spontaneously that before you even know it is all over. The damage is done, the bitterness is spread, and the relationship becomes venomous.

To avert such deadlock situations, the things that people say against us, in a sarcastic & hurting way, should not be taken to heart. There may be 1000 things that people may say to us in a day, if we start losing heart over each one of them, we would soon go into a cardiac arrest. Instead we should laugh it over. We should leverage our selves to such a height that the taunts & sarcasm, is of no concern to us. If someone talks derogatory of us, we usually keep on thinking of it, for hours all together, losing our sleep over it. Our mood is spoilt, & the mind + body gets stuck in a vicious circle. Like we discard the waste veggies after a good cooking session, we should discard all the unwanted negativities. This way, we will stay happy & also emanate lot of positive energies.

Staying quiet & tranquil will give us immense peace & pleasure both on the outside & the inside. One way of achieving this calm nature is Meditation. With constant meditation all the worldly things become petty & trivial. You would simply frown over negativisms, or just laugh them over. There will be lasting peace & no more watering of seeds of anguish, despair, & brawl. Tarnishing & sullying words need not be paid back in unkind & brutality always. Forgiveness is next to Godliness.

Every reaction needs a catalyst to happen, but make sure that you don't act as a catalyst to spark off a fire. So don't ever react to what is being said & done. Even the Vedas speak of the 5 Indriyaas (5 senses), viz. Ankh (Eyes), kaan (Ears), naak (Nose), jivha (Tongue), mann (Body & Soul) that should be kept under control. The tongue is a vital sensory organ to be controlled, because it can otherwise deliver very acidic speeches. Getting a grip on our tongue, helps to keep us in equilibrium. This way we won't even hurt anyone. As is the human tendency, 1000 good deeds may be forgotten but 1 bad act is always remembered.

The mantraa to stay happy also is not to erupt & react to what people say or tell us. We are in complete control of our lives, & our happiness is all in our hands. There can be no external factors that affect our happiness. We should not let people fiddle with us our happiness. Never give out the remote control of your happiness/ sadness into other people’s hands. They would otherwise know which button to press & the channel on our face changes from that of happiness to sadness.

Finally Newton's first law states that: An object in rest stays in rest, & an object in motion remains in motion, until & unless an unbalanced force acts on it. So let peace & wisdom prevails, & don't unbalance the equilibrium by being over reactive, eruptive & acidic.
(Image Courtesy: Amit's Gallery )

Saturday, September 26, 2009

What is Love?

When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to get engrossed into everything with full enthusiasm, dedication & passion. True love is the feeling of oneness; belonging & sacrificing everything for the other. Love shows up in all forms, some even small and miniscule, & there has has never been a model, or a parameter to measure it. It is all around us, we just need to see it feel it, sense it & fall in it… Under this strong feeling, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s life, we lead… Love makes boulders into pebbles, thorns into roses, brutalities into caressing, metamorphosing this journey called life. It really makes the journey worth while, enchanting & exciting.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

The Cocoon of Love

It was her 28th birthday, & she was not as lonely & aloof as she has been on her 26th Birthday. Then she had nobody around to share her emotions with. Today the nostalgia was surging in her like a high tide. She no more was cold & numb as an ice stalagmite, as she had been then. But she was still a bit low today, because on her special day, Karun wasn’t around. He had some official pre commitments & was travelling. She had no emotions on her face, even though it was an important day for her, her birthday. She knew that the void would be filled up when Karun would come back. She sat back recollecting that how Karun became the most important part of her life, when he never meant anything to her in College. She thoughts perhaps it was her shell, that prevented her from falling in love with him, when in college.

It all started from the college. She hailed from a small suburb somewhere in Himachal, & was the most vied after girl in the college. Aptly put the most beautiful girl in the college. She had sharp features, & drop dead looks, with fair color, slim body, & long hair that flew sideways when she would walk. She was even crowned Miss Fresher in college, unknowingly nominated for it. But, Fashion, faking & glitz was not her cup of tea!! She lived in her own world when in college. Many guys had tried to approach her directly or indirectly, students from Mechanical, Electronics, & Computers, from her batch & even seniors. The juniors didn’t have any choice, but to respectfully call her Mam. She never paid any heed to any of them. After all her Mom had make her to vow, that she will upkeep the family esteem, values & respect, & not fall into any of the murky stuff, of romanticizing & love. She would never let her focus drift from studies to any of these distractions. Her roommates from hostel in the mean time were having a ball game, dating & going around with guys. Soon she got crowned Miss Chui Muii (Touch me not).

For her, college meant no ado & pomp, it was a marathon from the hostel, to the classes, library, and labs. She didn't budge much from this path, not once losing track of what she had come there for; studies. She was not only pretty but also sharp at studies, but clearly beaten by Karun every time, in the semester exams. He was a prodigal wiz kid, hardly seen studying in college, but slogging it out in the hostel. Rumors were galore that he would study for 20 hrs at a stretch. But when it came to fun, he would be the biggest pranksters. Anyways he always got away with those pranks, for his exceptional results in exams. He at times tried to get close to Kanika, but to no avail. Somewhere deep inside he had a fonding for her, even though they had rarely interacted. This desire in him was only smothering, it never ignited fully. He knew proposing Kanika, meant igniting 1000 Tons of TNT (Tri Nitro Toluene). He didn't want to be a scapegoat & to be taken for a ride by her. Other Girls were after his bloody life, but he never got along with any of them.

It was during the last semester that the batch had to work on the final year project. Coincidentally Karun & Kanika decided to work on some encryption algorithms for high risk networks. The project mentor directed them to work in collaboration as a team rather than working alone. While they were executing the project Kanika felt that how much efficient, warm & nice Karun actually was, in contrast to his bully image. She could sense that single handedly she would not be able to do as much, as both of them had done in the project. But most of their interaction was limited to the Project work. Neither did Karun dare to do any romancing, nor would Kanika entertain any such advances or conversations. They both scored well in the project. The desire inside Karun was more provoked to get Kanika by hook or crook, but he never could grab enough courage to do so. His desire to say anything to Kanika would fizzle out, as soon as he saw her.

The college had come to an end, & 4 years had passed like snap of finger for Kanika, but for Karun it had been too much of vigor, nostalgia, highs & lows. During the farewell party, Karun asked Kanika for a dance. At first Kanika turned sideways & refused, but Karun stood there, & said childishly, "I need a partner", & lend out his hand. Kanika stood still for a moment, as if scanning something in her mind, & then she held his hand. They both walked towards the floor. Light music was playing, & both of them started dancing hand in hand. Soon they both set the dance floor on fire, & everyone was wondering this pair's pulsar radiating lot of aura, swaying with the music. Kanika as opposed to her sissy image could dance well. But they were both engrossed in each other, looking into each other’s eyes, holding hands, not caring for the whole world, letting themselves loose completely. It was an enchanting scene for some, & a bouncer for others.

The college was over, all the students bid bye; signed the white shirts with nostalgic, good, bad messages; exchanged contacts, & left to newer greener pastures, for hay & grass. Karun & Kanika had got placed in different software companies, in different cities. For a while the batch mates tried keeping in touch to share their experiences, but soon they became too engrossed in the vicious life, that the mails started dwindling. Everyone got engulfed to prove their mettle, & worth in gold & diamonds. Kanika had a fertile brain, & hence was able to dwell in her career, becoming a Team leader, in just 4 years. She had travelled abroad, had a good lifestyle, money, all necessities of life, but still something was amiss in her life. She knew what it was, but hushed the truth beneath the carpet, trying to shy herself away. The hard faced truth was that she had kept herself in the shell till now, & because of that she was alone, single, isolated & aloof.

One fine day while she was at work in the office, she received a message in her account from a social networking site. It was from Karun, & he had enquired if it was really Kanika, he knew or someone else. She was puzzled at first, how he had found her but even exited to hear from him. She replied instantly. They shared the contact details, & chatted for a while. For rest of the evening she kept looking at her phone, anxious to talk to Karun. Obviously she wasn't going to be the first one to call. She had her own inhibitions & apprehensions, even though Karun was a college pal. He was working in a software company in Techno Commercial Profile, involving a lot of travel, & was actually doing well. Karun’s call didn’t come, so she was back to her usual chores at home.

She went to bed at 11pm & her phone rang at 11:15pm. It was Karun. She got up, brushed her hair with her hands, as if he had come in person. She pounced on the phone, & picked it up. They talked for a while, & he said that he was coming to the town, for some official work. She couldn't believe that, it was happening so fast. But she liked it a lot, Karun was a really mellowed down person now, in contrast to what he used to be in college. He had matured a lot from that nasty college lad image, more finished, subtle, chic & classy. Spoke in an accent in a low pitched tone. There was something in his voice that magnetized Kanika to him. She got out of the bed, & went to the mirror, looking at herself. She exclaimed "No, I can't meet him like this".

First things first, she took an off the next day, & went to the parlor in the morning to get her hair & face done. It was after a while that she was in the parlor, pampering herself. She wasn't a regular there. She came back home, cleaned the home thinking that she would invite him for dinner, rather than feasting outside. She thought “he would anyways be fed up of eating outside during his travelling”. He called her to tell that he would be free by 5pm, & that he would pick her up at 530pm. She was enthralled, & joyous.

Karun came, 15 minutes before time; he looked good in his business attire, & his cute bespectacled face. His face looked more matured with a tinge of innocence to it. He shook hands with her; shared some niceties for a while, & then they walked to a coffee parlor nearby. They sat there chit chatting about work, life, college days, projects, friends, old memories, teachers, canteen, library & what not. Time just slid by, & it was already 8. She offered to cook dinner at home, & Karun unhesitatingly agreed upon it. Before they were about to leave the restaurant, he gave a big Box of Toblerone chocolates to Kanika, her favorite. She was shocked, as to how he knew these were her favorites. He said, he knew about her likes & dislikes right from the college, & hadn't forgotten them since. He was hammering her shell hard now, the shell that she was in, since the last 26 years. The shell was giving way, rupturing & shearing slowly. She could feel; a fresh lease of life. They walked back to Kanika’s Apartment, where she cooked him some nice Himachali delicacies. Karun assisted her in chopping the veggies. They enjoyed the dinner together.

After dinner they went to the park for a light stroll, but now they were discussing only personal things. It was as if the wall had been brought down, & Kanika was talking to her own mirror image. He listened, without interrupting. They walked & talked for a while, & it was time to bid bye for the day. Before leaving he said, "Kanika, I so hard wanted to say this, right in college… I like you a lot". She felt as if her knees had melted; a shine came on her face; 1000 butterflies flying in her stomach; her heart wanting to come out; her breath warmer & faster. She just stood there, he came close & hugged her. Kanika held him in her arms. This butterfly had finally come out of her cocoon, with wings, wanted to fly in love; feeling it; falling in it. He had broken her shell, & instead wowed the cocoon of love, compassion & warmth around her.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

When I Slid in her arms

The newspaper banged on my door with a thud, waking me up from my slumber. It was already 15 minutes to 7 & time for me to get out of my cozy, warm bed. I love my sleep & waking up early in the morning has always been a daunting task for me, right from the school days. I wish my bed had an inescapable gravitational pull, just like Bermuda triangle, so as to hold me back not letting me leave its clutches. I wish I could hide in its leaps; folded mazes of the bed sheet & the pillow embracing my head till it was dark again.

The radio went off, with its automatic tuning alarm set to 7am. The song that played was a soul lifting peppy number from the latest block buster movie. I sat on my bed yawning & stretching my arms, wanting to reach out to Naina's Photo clung on the wall, & kiss it. First things first, it was time to wake up Naina too from her deep slumber; an accord between the two of us, that I had to wake her up every morning except Saturdays & Sundays. More than for her, I did it for myself, because I loved to hear her muffled voice in the morning. Her cell phone rang, & she picked it after a couple of rings. She answered "Hello", & her voice was very heavy, she still in doze mode. It took a lot of motivation to wake her up, & when she was up & out of her sheets, it was time to wish “Have a Good Day” & hang on.

I was out of my comfort zone on to take on the real world, with the bear cub slippers that Naina, my Girlfriend had gifted me. The slippers made my shoes look like bear feet but they were really comfortable, & soft on the feet. I headed to the Wash room to get ready & there I was up & ready in 30 minutes. I made some fresh juice in the mixer, & light breakfast for my self. It was already 7:45am, & I had to leave for office in other 15 minutes. Today my itinerary was full & had some important meetings to attend to, for which I had to do some pre presentation arrangements & some last minute editing. It was going to be a challenging day at work, & a tough one too.

While having breakfast, I just scanned through the newspaper. I just flipped through a couple of pages checking on the headlines. There was drought in Punjab, because of meager rainfall. The PMO had declared funds for the drought stricken farmers of Punjab. I scanned the weather section of the newspaper, & the MET (Indian Meteorological Department) had issued, that the skies are clear & it is going to be a very hot day. I had put on the best of my attire, as it was an important client meeting & also planned to meet Naina after the heavy, demanding day. Her appearance itself would lift my soul & spirit with just a snap of the finger. She had surely hypnotized me, with happiness, satisfaction & much more.

I was in the office, & started my day with systemizing the clutter on my desk from the previous day. My desk had been empty, with just a few notes, a few months back, when I joined & today there was no space to keep even my cell phone. It had a stockpile of reports that I had created during the last few months. The desk also had a stack of books, a framed picture of me & Naina, hanging on the corner partition. The day had begun, & soon it was an array of scheduled meetings, presentations, brain storming sessions. It was all happening fast leaving me with not even an inch of bandwidth to go & have a sip a coffee or talk to Naina. She tried reaching me on my cell 4-5 times, & I couldn't even message her back. Thank God she knew of my work commitments & was compassionate not to bug me later in the day, unlike most other girl friends. The Client was happy with the prototype that our design team had developed, exactly as per his needs & specifications. He was more than happy but this was only half the battle won. It was unknown how many more consultants he is consulting, so as to get the most desired & robust design for his product. It was a very aggressive cut throat market there. You take a breather & you would be elbowed out in a split second.

I had a gratifying day, & it was time to wind up. It was already 8pm, & already dark. Ohhh !! I had miserably failed to call Naina, So I picked up the phone, & gave her a call. I could sense that she was quite a bit upset with me, for not even having messaged her once. We decided on the meeting spot, & bang it was just near her place. So I was there at 8:30pm sharp, well on time. She was looking wearied & sheared just like me. But now when we sat & started talking to each other, the excitement returned. Both were rejuvenated, forgetting about the day, we were in the present, neither thinking of the past nor planning for tomorrow. By the time the food arrived we were pepped up, laughing, cracking jokes, & discussing the day, but on a lighter note. Naina had some work commitments for the next day to be executed after the dinner, so we decided that we would make it as fast as possible. The dinner was quick & we were about to depart for the day. I wished we could sit back for some more time, even though we had been sitting there already for the past almost 2 hours.

Time just slid by so fast when Naina was around. I held her hand, & was listening to all that she was saying. Somehow I loved being a mute spectator, just reacting to her talks, with gestures on my face, & not interrupting her in between. She could go on & on till the end of times, & I simply Loved her for her simplicity, innocence & blabbering. She would confide in me for everything, & always made me feel so special. Smile endorphins were flowing naturally.

We were almost done, & started to leave the restaurant. She looked much prettier now, than when we met 2 hours back. I never liked this separation between us, & not to mention, bidding bye to her. But today I just wanted to unify with her, with a sense of oneness & belonging to her. As she said goodbye to me, I held her hand, & she sensed my anxiety. She smiled at me, & opened her arms, for me slide in to them. I slid like a kid in her arms. The embrace was so warm & magnetic, that I felt as if I was reincarnated, with a new lease of life. It was a new beginning, for 2 souls to unify & merge into becoming one.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Achyutam Keshavam

Achyutam Keshavam, Krishna Damodaram
Ram Narayanam, Janaki Vallabham,

Kaun Kehte Hai, Bhagwaan Aate Nahin,
Tum “Meera” Ke Jaise Bulate nahi

Achyutam Keshavam, Krishna Damodaram
Ram Narayanam, Janaki Vallabham,

Kaun Kehte Hai, Bhagwaan Khate Nahin
Ber “Shabri” Ke Jaise Khilate Nahin

Achyutam Keshavam, Krishna Damodaram
Ram Narayanam, Janaki Vallabham,

Kaun Kehte Hai, Bhagwaan Sote Nahin
Maa “Yashoda” Ke Jaise Sulate Nahin

Achyutam Keshavam, Krishna Damodaram
Ram Narayanam, Janaki Vallabham,

Kaun Kehte Hain, Bhagwaan Nachte Nahin
Gopiyon Ke Tarah Tum Nachate Nahin

Achyutam Keshavam, Krishna Damodaram
Ram Narayanam, Janaki Vallabham,

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzYhdVjRdBM

If Only

If only you kept your hands on your chest
If only you heard the voice deep within
If only you felt the heart’s pace
If only you saw the aura on your face

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Art of Living Course (Day 1)

Just simply overwhelmed, with the vast emptiness inside the mind. No more battles to be fought neither on the outside nor inside the convulsions of mind. It seems to have become numb. There is so much of peace today as I sit in the Bhavan after the end of Day 1 Session. The mind, body & the soul feels energized, recharged & rejuvenated. Simply put reincarnated.

The most scintillating part of the course today was the Shava Aasan after the “Sudarshan Kriya”. While lying down, the mind was completely blank. I could see a white background, with Gurudev in Saffron in the foreground. In him I saw a flashing glimpse of Lord Shiva. I can see Shiva when I meditate, but this was the first time that I saw Gurudev. After that my body slowly started to become numb, no reflexes, no sensation, neither of pain nor of soothingness. I fell into the slumber, or rather should I say it was just the awakening, of the soul. After lying down unmoving for about 20 minutes, I felt asleep. After I woke up from my sleep, that I was in for the last 27 years, I was having this overwhelming feeling, no happiness, no sorrow. It was as if I had attained equilibrium.
I went into a revitalization & purification process, where the mind rebooted completely? It was the break that my soul had desperately wanted. Was it the tiredness from doing the “Sudarshan Kriya”, that I went into sleep, or was it the empty mind, with no threads & processes to run.

Had I found the profound way to happiness, was I going to stay forever, now on. After all I had discovered what it took to be happy:

1. Don't expect. Expectations when not met fracture the emotional fragile human spirit
2. The moment to be happy is now. It neither was in the past, nor in the future. I am happy now.
3. Learn from the past, Live in the present, & Plan for the Future.

Feelings come feelings go, but I am feeling, happy, tranquil, solace, contentment, joy, fulfillment, belonging, oneness all at the same time. I hope this happiness, this tranquility & feel goodness doesn't wither. I hope the feelings stay on forever & ever & ever. The feelings of tranquility & contentment.

Art of Living Day 2
My day began at 5:30 am. The day was very special, it being Krishna Janamashtami (Birth of Lord Krishna) Even though I slept later in the night, the mind was still afresh filled with a lot of vigor & energy. It so happens when there is a lot of adrenalin rush, there is a freshness within, even though the body is badly tired. With that freshness of the mind I could climb even the Himalayas touch the pinnacle, & come down running bare foot.

Such is the power of the subconscious mind; it can make wonders for you. This explains how the Rishi Munis (Saints) in the past used to penance for ages, without even a feet of cloth covering their body, & lasting without food & water for ages. They could even communicate with the planets & the heavenly abode without even the use of satellites, or communication gadgets. They could traverse the whole space in their minds, with the power of the sun conscious.

I was back at the Bhakti Vishala (Devotees Classroom) to begin the Karmic Yoga session. But our Guru (Radha Ji), took us to the open lawn near the open Amphitheatre. The carpet of grass covered it, along with the, moistness from the dew drops. The sky never looked so beautiful with the clouds trying to embrace & fuse into each other. The wind flew swaying the hair sideways. Somewhere far off the birds were chirping, as if singing a melodious song in a chorus. “Mother earth is calling, Are you listening?” Morning never had been so beautiful & serene to me, but today it was, because I was adoring every speck of nature paying attention to every minute detail around me. 

We began our warm up, with joint exercise, & muscles flexing exercises. We laughed like maniacs releasing the smile endorphins, catalyzed other hormones. Because of the loud roar of laughter the clouds couldn't hold their endorphins either & started to down pour on us. Our laughter resonated & reverberated with the clouds & they reciprocated with the drizzle.

We moved on to the BhaktiVishala, to begin our Yogic Session. The session was followed with some pondering & soul searching. We revised the simple principles to lead a happy life to which we often turn a blind eye, or hush them under the carpet:
1. Take responsibility. You are responsible for your actions & in actions both. Responsibility gives a sense of oneness & belonging.
2. Do things with 100%, & you will love everythinhg that you do.
3. All that happens is by your own doing.
4. Learn to accept people the way they are. Also learn to let go, of them, don’t just hold on to something that’s not yours.
5. Don't be opinioned about people. Never make judgments about people too fast & too soon.

The session continued till noon with virtuous & enlightening knowledge. It was noon, & time to disassemble for the lunch. But before that, it was the time to get our Nivedyam (Prasadam). All of us got a grape each, & were asked not to eat it. We all closed our eyes, popped the grain of grape in, rolling it in the mouth feeling its texture, richness, softness & mushiness. It felt as if it was some precious pearl in my mouth. I had never before felt so much richness eccentric to a single grain of grape. I took a bite out of it with full consciousness, one after the other gulping it down my food pipe in 4-5 minutes. I felt so contented & satisfied. I was already satiated, not feeling hungry at all, felt as if I was already fed for days altogether. Alternatively I could have consumed a whole bunch of grapes but totally unaware of its texture, smoothness, richness, juiciness. I really relished this one grape. We also have abundant richness inside, like the grape, but aren’t aware of it, or keep on ignoring it thinking the external world’s roughness will bruise this richness.

After the session was over, I went on to the Bhavan again in the evening. There I was in my quiet to look for some answers. I didn’t get all the answers, but at least I could see the guiding light. The questions echoed inside me tossing up & down, sliding side to side relentlessly, but the mind was calm & at complete peace. Some questions got answered by self introspecting & the way to find other answers was paved on. The soot inside was blowing away, cleansing the mind & the thoughts.

I thought we always run after happiness, but we aren’t happy all the time, some part of it is sadness also. That is the balancing act that keeps things in equilibrium. But yes no matter what, whether happiness or sadness, we can stay contented, & satisfied, with whatever life offers.

Session had finished for the day, & it was time for Satsang (the company of the truth & the pure). Gurudev himself presided over the satsang. It was going to be a special satsang on account of Krishna Janamashtami. Folk dance performances were delivered by small kids on the Carnatic music, followed by folk dances by Guajarati folks. Guruji even shattered the curd filled (actually chocolates filled), earthen pot, which Lord Krsna used to break as a kid. This has been the practice since the last 5149 years, ever since Krsna's birth. The Satsang went on with melodious & soul touching Bhajans (religious good songs).

It was dusk & time for dinner, I headed straight to Kitchen with a handful of friends: Arjun, Abhishek, Vikash, Yogesh. We volunteered to serve food to the Bhakt’s (Devotees). There was a long queue of the people waiting for the food, & I couldn’t see much of an action in the kitchen. I presumed that the food was over, & even told one of my fellows that the food was over. But to my amazement what I saw was that trolleys full of food are coming out of the kitchen. Truly said that in the house of the lord there can be scarcity of nothing. It increased my faith even more. We folks worked in the kitchen till late, just before the stalls were going to close. It was our turn to have something on our palette but I wasn’t feeling hungry at all. There was so much contentment & joy in serving food to others that I forgot completely about my own hunger. It was a tiring job, but the enthusiasm level was the same. The spirit hadn’t damned a bit, & it never can if we serve those in need. After dinner I retired to my room. We had a brief discussion about very interesting topics ranging from life to death, mythology, science, & what not. We room mates vowed not to have Tea & Coffee for at least 1 month.

Art of Living Day 3
The day began with the Yogic Session, after which we proceeded for the breakfast. The food being served is really good. Satvik Bhojan (pure food) is served at the Ashram free of cost. The food satiates each & every taste bud, & even fills the belly with a lot of satisfaction & contentment. Thereafter the session began post lunch, & we could ponder over some of the soul tickling questions, that we never even thought about:
1. When did you come to this earth?
2. How long do you intend to stay here?
3. What are your plans to make this world better?

The session had in the curriculum the 7 elements that made up a human, their importance & how to control that: Body / Mind / Soul / Intellect/ Ego / Memory /....
The session went on with usual breaks in between followed by Sudarshan Kriya & Pranayam. We learnt that we shouldn’t be a football of other's opinions. If people know what annoys us, they just have to come to us, do act of annoyance, & with the wink of an eye, we are annoyed & bubbling with anger. Don’t give your remote control to people, which they can press & the channel on your face turns from happiness to sadness. We should not give people opportunity to do so with us, & this is possible if we don't take their comments or acts too personally or hush it off with laughter & make fun of the whole thing. Next time no matter how hard they try, your anger lid won't open, & hence you won’t be a football in their feet.
JAI GURUDEV

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Things to Do Before I Die

From unconsciousness during childhood
To eye opening self realization during adulthood
Transitioning through all shades of black & white
With colors hidden under layers, in quantities just right

Casting my paintbrush on the blank canvas
Strokes taking form & shape without any fuss
Drawing seamlessly across the boundaries
With color vibrant, having their own crease

Building of my own castles
Watering my own greens transforming them into pastures
The tarmac transmuting into a flowerbed
Embracing one & all with open arms

Niceties & courtesies
Offered to comfort & please
Me, humane in all my acts
Plugging nulls & voids of the adversaries

The craving & the wanting to do more,
Exploring the unchartered, initiating new ventures
Preying the opportunity
& grabbing it like vultures

The Very purpose of existence
Meeting the obligations, fulfilling the predetermined duties
Me, just a medium to lay the tarmac
With pebbles, tar & the sand ruck sack

Enduring the edginess to live up to the name
Delivering on expectations, to win the game
Embracing & cherish the good & bad alike
Alighting cautiously after a great hike

Accumulating material gratification
Satiating on all the dreams & desires
Gradually transposing from scratch to lavishing
Keeping firm & grounded even with the riches so ravishing

Lending a hand to the one in need
Pulling up their spirit with the soul freed
Tread the path that's righteous always
Morality & ethics my only guiding rays

Praise just a pat on the bent & aching back
Soothing… yet compelling to go on with the same knack
High on morale, & eyes gleaming with hope
Tough times, just a weathering storm

Failure only making sweat, tears futile
The spirit unscathed, with the same bile
Me calm & poise, treading with an assertive tact
God & conscious watching over my back

Forgiveness for the idiotic defaulters
Compassion just a way of life
Seeking mercy for the committed crimes
Just tranquil felicity at the end of times

Sunday, July 19, 2009

14 Days of a Butterfly

Butterfly, one of the most enchanting creations of God, full of vigor, brilliance, & vibrancy. Its beauty serenading the eyes, enchanting the heart, & satiating the soul with joy & contentment. Swinging & swirling as if intoxicated with nectar. Wings as if dancing, to the tune of the whistling wind, fluttering & cajoling. The miniscule hair on its body giving it, its wonderful color palette. So much that lifts the spirit instantaneously. Full of effervescence & bubbly natured life. Blending into the colors of the flower, while sucking onto its nectar as if an integral part of that flower. So much beauty filled in its each & every part.

The egg of a female butterfly hatches to let the offspring come out of its shell. The wings at this stage are folded onto its body. The fluid from its body begins to fill the wings, letting them to spread & taking form. The wings are then left open to dry. Once dry, it springs into action to hop on to the flowers to taste the first suck of nectar.

Ever wondered what the life span of a butterfly is. My honest first impression was that it would be a couple of months. But the truth is that its life span spreads over just a fortnight, mere 14 days. Yet it leads such a beautiful life, even though its days are short. It makes more beauty & meaning in each day of its life, even if it is short lived. Makes those around, happy & fills them with pleasure & joy, soon rest follow suit too.

It is hard to believe that such a beauty is mortal too. Hard to believe yet so true, that this nature’s masterpiece meets rubble one day. Just like all other good things come to end, so does it. However during its entire life span its spreads only beauty, vibrancy, brilliance, happiness, & contentment around. A person can never get bored of watching its playful acts, its hops from one flower to the other. Always dances to the tune of the wind, swinging up & down, right & left, to & fro. It is never concerned about its mortality 14 days forth, & lives its life with so much of ado, beauty, serenity & penchant. Inspiring, attracting & serenading all around.

It is so much engrossed in sucking the nectar out of the flowers, that catching a butterfly is a child’ play. In my childhood days I caught many of them, with bare hands. But always made sure not to harm their fragile wings. The strategy is simple. While the butterfly is sucking on to the nectar, reach out for it in complete silence, & with 2 of your fingers cling on to its wings softly. Don’t apply too much force while holding it, else you may damage the wings, or the color may come off onto your fingers. After I admire its beauty up so close, I used to place it back on to the flowers.

Seeing its beauty would make my jaws drop, in awe & mesmerism. Nature has its own ways of exhibiting beauty. Beauty that is all around us but we are blinded to see it most of the times, being entangled in our own vicious circles. We also miss the beauty within & that on the outside, because we are engrossed with our daily chores. We often fail to appraise this beauty, often fail to make more meaning & beauty out of our life. We simply don’t have time to stop & admire beauty / people, because for us, life moves much faster than the hands of the clock. There is a lot that we miss this way. Perhaps a little metamorphosis in our lifestyle would just be too great a boon for us. Perhaps there is a lot to learn from the beautiful butterflies, who lives only for 14 days, but its beauty stays forever, immortal indeed.
Shali Amit