I have traveled frequently across the length and breadth of the country from my school days. Having known Hindi was a big advantage for me, as I was comfortable in getting along with people in the north, west or the east. But then, When I happened to meet quite a few people from TamilNadu , say, somewhere at Shimla or in the peaks of Auli , We smiled at each other and even had a small chat, though , we were strangers. I don’t know if this would have happened if I had met them at T.Nagar!! Leave alone a chat, we don’t even smile at others whom we come across or glance unknowingly.
We respect our people if we happen to meet outside borders. Every one would agree that Malayali’s are united in TamilNadu, Tamilians are united at Delhi, but not in their own states.
People have been talking about the western culture, influencing our Indian culture and degrading the value system we possess, but I noticed a strong value among people in the western countries. They smile and greet each other irrespective of being strangers or friends. We Indians talk great of our culture, hospitality, respect to elders, etc, but we still fail to show a basic courtesy towards fellow humans. We do this only when needed as I had been citing earlier.
During my stay at the US, I had a nice time greeting each other, most of them being strangers. It also adds to one’s self esteem. I see the Grass chopper wishing me a good day when I pass by, once u reciprocate, he smiles and continues his work. In India, we seldom care to appreciate or respect the labor class. May be here they are not clean and presentable or most of them are uneducated, but still I wish things could change and a scavenger in Chennai smiles at me and says “Vanakkam” and I would love to reciprocate.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
ME , TIME and BLOG
Am back here, almost after a break of 8 months. Though I had opportunities to write all these days, I don’t know what prevented me from doing so. I remember, my last one was before I left to the US in September 2007 for a 3 month official stint there..
Since then lot of things have changed, I myself got shifted to another job, my friends here left the country and settled abroad. Some got married. Time just runs so swiftly that you wink your eyes and find everything around you changed.
There is some phase of your life, where you enjoy every bit of it and then remember them for ever. In contrast, when you are in a confused state, not happy with things around you, where things kept on changing, you don’t get to know what exactly has been happening around.
You lose to enjoy the finer moments that passed by as the sun rises and sets. One fine day, you awake from this sluggishness and would realize that, several months would have gone with the wind.
May be I was in such a phase for a while till now, I could not even identify time to write blogs, Today I am 20 blogs behind. Not that, I have a group of fanfare that follow my blogs,,,, hardly people peek at it, but then here is the place I believe, one expresses himself in open and shares values across and gets feedback and support. So it’s a vital medium to express the self.
Though, now days most of them use blogs to share various media content like, photos and videos, I always believe that media can be supporting stuff but cannot form the meal course of a blog. One's flow of thoughts, experiences and sharing of values should be the primary motive. However it’s my opinion and has got little of relevance in the huge blogger community.
So after a Kumbhakharna’s sleep, I am now awake, will have to write more from now.
So the moral of the story:
Things that you love, Things that you desire, Things that keeps you going
If time and distance make them void, only solution to have them is
Make them as your HABIT.
Since then lot of things have changed, I myself got shifted to another job, my friends here left the country and settled abroad. Some got married. Time just runs so swiftly that you wink your eyes and find everything around you changed.
There is some phase of your life, where you enjoy every bit of it and then remember them for ever. In contrast, when you are in a confused state, not happy with things around you, where things kept on changing, you don’t get to know what exactly has been happening around.
You lose to enjoy the finer moments that passed by as the sun rises and sets. One fine day, you awake from this sluggishness and would realize that, several months would have gone with the wind.
May be I was in such a phase for a while till now, I could not even identify time to write blogs, Today I am 20 blogs behind. Not that, I have a group of fanfare that follow my blogs,,,, hardly people peek at it, but then here is the place I believe, one expresses himself in open and shares values across and gets feedback and support. So it’s a vital medium to express the self.
Though, now days most of them use blogs to share various media content like, photos and videos, I always believe that media can be supporting stuff but cannot form the meal course of a blog. One's flow of thoughts, experiences and sharing of values should be the primary motive. However it’s my opinion and has got little of relevance in the huge blogger community.
So after a Kumbhakharna’s sleep, I am now awake, will have to write more from now.
So the moral of the story:
Things that you love, Things that you desire, Things that keeps you going
If time and distance make them void, only solution to have them is
Make them as your HABIT.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Possessiveness
Chennai, March 2007.
Had been to home for the weekend. Narayanan came knocking at the door. He was the same old lanky fellow who is known to be a skilled scooter mechanic. "Vanakkam thambi - nalla irukkingala?" (Hello brother.Are you fine?) - he muttered with a broad smile which I duly reciprocated.
Dad was upstairs and I informed him of Narayanan's arrival. He possessed a scooter which he had bought in the early 90's. It is a pearl white Vespa which turns 17 this month. Ours is a township and a scooter to commute is more than enough. For all this years dad has extensively used it, and as far as i know if he is in station, he had some business to do riding his two wheeler .
It was almost like an identity, "Ohh... the man on the white Vespa". He cared for it the most and Naryanan has been attending the vehicle for almost a decade.
I presumed, there was some minor fault and Narayanan is here to attend it. The two exchanged pleasantries and went to the shed. I was hesitant to follow them. It was a gloomy Sunday and I felt very lazy to look into what's happening.
Few minutes later dad came in and bang, closed the door. Usually he briefs me on such occasions, but this time his silence shot my curiosity up..Something unusual... I questioned, "Whats going on? Has Narayanan left?"
The answer came with a delay of few seconds. "The shock- absorbers are gone, cost of replacement is high , I have told him to sell it" .
I was surprised, may be he was joking, no, he was serious indeed. An unexpected decision rather. Within few days the deal was done and the vehicle was sold to some fellow in the same locality.
Months later I had been home, i got down at the bus stop, a white scooter approached, I began to think it was my dad until I realized in a couple of seconds that it was that fellow to whom we had sold... He had come to drop some one in the bus stand. I saw my dad waiting there near the huge banyan tree. He was also glaring at the vehicle. I could sense the blood flow in him, he seemed emotional.
Chennai, May 2007
My friend - a college mate of mine , who was committed to his girlfriend was looking at some snaps. He was very disturbed for weeks and I could sense that being his roommate. There were a couple of guys with the same name in our class and we would use to refer this fellow with the girl with whom he had been in love.
Circumstances and fate led to a dispute among them, rather an ego clash, where in this fellow pleaded guilty for a mistake which he never committed. Still there seemed no chance for a revival of relationship.
I asked him what happened then and why he was upset? He said he saw her in the bus stand and she was in a bike with some other fellow, she pretended not to see this fellow and off they went till this fellow's eyes zoomed to the extents of the horizons to see them vanishing.
I could still sense the blood flow in him. He was emotional.
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I wondered - two scenarios, one with a materialistic possession one with a humane possession. Possessiveness does exist.
I know it is child's dream to posses the teddy bear doll for ever. Dolls for sure can't understand the child's emotions !!!!
Humans ?
Had been to home for the weekend. Narayanan came knocking at the door. He was the same old lanky fellow who is known to be a skilled scooter mechanic. "Vanakkam thambi - nalla irukkingala?" (Hello brother.Are you fine?) - he muttered with a broad smile which I duly reciprocated.
Dad was upstairs and I informed him of Narayanan's arrival. He possessed a scooter which he had bought in the early 90's. It is a pearl white Vespa which turns 17 this month. Ours is a township and a scooter to commute is more than enough. For all this years dad has extensively used it, and as far as i know if he is in station, he had some business to do riding his two wheeler .
It was almost like an identity, "Ohh... the man on the white Vespa". He cared for it the most and Naryanan has been attending the vehicle for almost a decade.
I presumed, there was some minor fault and Narayanan is here to attend it. The two exchanged pleasantries and went to the shed. I was hesitant to follow them. It was a gloomy Sunday and I felt very lazy to look into what's happening.
Few minutes later dad came in and bang, closed the door. Usually he briefs me on such occasions, but this time his silence shot my curiosity up..Something unusual... I questioned, "Whats going on? Has Narayanan left?"
The answer came with a delay of few seconds. "The shock- absorbers are gone, cost of replacement is high , I have told him to sell it" .
I was surprised, may be he was joking, no, he was serious indeed. An unexpected decision rather. Within few days the deal was done and the vehicle was sold to some fellow in the same locality.
Months later I had been home, i got down at the bus stop, a white scooter approached, I began to think it was my dad until I realized in a couple of seconds that it was that fellow to whom we had sold... He had come to drop some one in the bus stand. I saw my dad waiting there near the huge banyan tree. He was also glaring at the vehicle. I could sense the blood flow in him, he seemed emotional.
Chennai, May 2007
My friend - a college mate of mine , who was committed to his girlfriend was looking at some snaps. He was very disturbed for weeks and I could sense that being his roommate. There were a couple of guys with the same name in our class and we would use to refer this fellow with the girl with whom he had been in love.
Circumstances and fate led to a dispute among them, rather an ego clash, where in this fellow pleaded guilty for a mistake which he never committed. Still there seemed no chance for a revival of relationship.
I asked him what happened then and why he was upset? He said he saw her in the bus stand and she was in a bike with some other fellow, she pretended not to see this fellow and off they went till this fellow's eyes zoomed to the extents of the horizons to see them vanishing.
I could still sense the blood flow in him. He was emotional.
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I wondered - two scenarios, one with a materialistic possession one with a humane possession. Possessiveness does exist.
I know it is child's dream to posses the teddy bear doll for ever. Dolls for sure can't understand the child's emotions !!!!
Humans ?
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Guys - Use ClipMarks - Its Gr8
I have just started using it and thought it wud be nice to share it
 clipped from clipmarks.com
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Monday, March 12, 2007
Infinite Consciousness
The ultimate nectar of life resides within and is tasted by few. Thoughts propagate waves through the biological system . Deep thoughts are one such thing, seldom relished.
The state of mind to evolute such deep thoughts is very difficult to achieve. There are different cases. Some times , an incident that touched your heart so deep might kindle feelings and deep thoughts within you. Else it might be loneliness which may provoke the mind to go into deep thoughts.
Whatever the case might be, The brain starts reasoning facts, beliefs, happenings and raises the big question
The state of mind to evolute such deep thoughts is very difficult to achieve. There are different cases. Some times , an incident that touched your heart so deep might kindle feelings and deep thoughts within you. Else it might be loneliness which may provoke the mind to go into deep thoughts.
Whatever the case might be, The brain starts reasoning facts, beliefs, happenings and raises the big question
Why
But life is not something from which one escapes, one needs to cherish every moment of it. One needs to answer to his conscious for every act of his, as he is a rationale being. One should not simply see life taking him on rides.
Self Reasoning gets the person more maturity. Deep thoughts would avoid one to commit an act of disgrace as his conscious would let him not to do so.
You may come across many questions for which you don't have answer. Why Life? Why Death? Why Me? Why not Today? What is Time? all of them would sound fanatic. Try answering them, you will learn new things. You will feel your head become lighter. We are here for a purpose which we need to find before the life times out. We need to focus rather dissolute the thoughts. Think deep , deeper till you are out of this earthly belongings. You feel a state of unexplainable joy and infinite consciousness
Deep thoughts take you through the corridors of a dark tunnel called life to reach the light at the end which is the moksha. and while traveling through it.
Let your thoughts, beliefs, and conditioned responses drop one by one into the pool of infinite consciousness and dissolve.- Emoted by the demise of my grandfather whose life stands an example
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Shed Expectations
Few years ago, I noticed, myself believing on certain ideologies and few people blindfolded. I always expected things to happen my way with them. The reason being - the thought, so solid to believe or the person , very affirmative to all my wants. Say my sort of a person with similar or rather common likes/dislikes. I refer to people of both genders. So no usual speculations pals.
As this belief was growing rapidly, I felt very insecure always having a fear within myself. Will he agree to what I say ? Will she believe me? Every time the fear arose, my conscious would say not to worry and trust in the relationship concerned, say brother..friend...
And when you believe so much in a person and he/she behaves unexpected, making all your beliefs vaporize, your feel your blood clog in you. Its a tough feeling. You lose hope, dejected and ditched. You dislike everything. Many of us would have felt it, when it has happened from some one who has been so close to us .
Tho only ray of hope to come out of such a darkness is to
As this belief was growing rapidly, I felt very insecure always having a fear within myself. Will he agree to what I say ? Will she believe me? Every time the fear arose, my conscious would say not to worry and trust in the relationship concerned, say brother..friend...
And when you believe so much in a person and he/she behaves unexpected, making all your beliefs vaporize, your feel your blood clog in you. Its a tough feeling. You lose hope, dejected and ditched. You dislike everything. Many of us would have felt it, when it has happened from some one who has been so close to us .
Tho only ray of hope to come out of such a darkness is to
"Shed Expectations". Expectations of any form from any one is a risk..Some times even from thy self!!!
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Zindagi Bhar Lage Raho
LRMB, the sequel of MunnaBhai MBBS, is a treat to watch. I am sure there cannot be a better way of taking Gandhigiri to common man. You never have a feel of a sequel or repetition, but enjoy the dialogues of munna circuit combination - bole to... 100% solid hai mamu. Sanju Bhai and Arshad keep u reeling with laughter. Before I digest one of them, the next one pops.
The songs, be it the melody of "Pal Pal" or the sensational "Bande Mein Tha Dum" are to be relished. Humor in songs is novelty. "Samjo Ho Hi Gaya" keeps u giggling, until some one leaves a strange stare on you. Dare to ask him - "Sher Ko Mamoo Bol Dala??"
Rajkumar Hirani has got the intellect in him to bring out genuine comedy through expressions and dialogues. His characters are lively and they are neither legendary nor sophisticated, but socialistic.
These characters have been now sown deep within the hearts of many, right from eight to eighty. Munna and Circuit have indeed become legends.
Bole Tho, Apun ko jaise mangtha hei, waise hee hei bhai. When are they meeting again? While we keep guessing, let’s taste the nectar of Lage Raho!
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Self Realisation
Well,
Ever sat alone and thought about thy self?? It's one of the toughest tasks, though it might seem, not be so. You always tend to have a wrapper on you, which makes u incubated and feel you are well within your control.
Many of your actions seem justified. You cover up thy self.
I beleive in what's there within me, and try not to beleive this world of maya. I wud like to realise more.
The prerequisite to realisation is to shred aasha - the world of desire.
How am i going to do that? I ask this question to thy self !!
Ever sat alone and thought about thy self?? It's one of the toughest tasks, though it might seem, not be so. You always tend to have a wrapper on you, which makes u incubated and feel you are well within your control.
Many of your actions seem justified. You cover up thy self.
I beleive in what's there within me, and try not to beleive this world of maya. I wud like to realise more.
The prerequisite to realisation is to shred aasha - the world of desire.
How am i going to do that? I ask this question to thy self !!
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