Over the years, I have always been amazed by Socrates philosophical views. How can something written by a mere human back in the 3rd-4th century stand the test of time, critics et al? As I pondered to find an answer to my question, I came across an article which detailed about the "Socratic Method". The Wikipedia article says and I quote , " Socratic Questioning is disciplined questioning that can be used to pursue thought in many directions and for many purposes, including: to explore complex ideas, to get to the truth of things, to open up issues and problems, to uncover assumptions, to analyze concepts, to distinguish what we know from what we don’t know, and to follow out logical implications of thought. The key to distinguishing Socratic questioning from questioning per se is that Socratic questioning is systematic, disciplined, and deep, and usually focuses on foundational concepts, principles, theories, issues, or problems." Eureka and I had my answer to the eternity of Socrates principles! Truth doesn't change over time but remains constant regardless of situations in life. For example, breaking a traffic signal would be wrong irrespective of the presence of the traffic police officer. The next question arises as to why do we change the "truth" even though we have a clear conscience about it. There can be variegated reasons but the most common reason resides amidst the words in the subject line of this post : prejudice.
A search up on the internet for the meaning of the word prejudice threw up this set to me.
Prejudice (Noun)
1. An adverse judgement or opinion formed beforehand or without knowledge of the facts.
2. Any preconceived opinion or feeling, whether positive or negative.
3. An irrational hostile attitude, fear or hatred towards a particular group, race or religion.
4. The damage caused by such fear or hatred.
As I take my morning sip of coffee and read through the sports section on our beloved Bulletin Board, read the newspapers or watch the news channels the first thing word that come to my mind is prejudice. I spit my coffee into my mug shaking my head in disappointment. How can one explain the vile and vitriolic words used against great sportsmen representing your country? Critical review/analysis, I prefer using this word rather than "constructive criticism", should do a Root Cause Analysis of the problem. Currently, the only thing I can see people indulging is schadenfreude. The very sight of people calling "names" which include criminal, eternal hypocrites, losers et al on public forums, national televisions and print media asking for people's heads makes we wonder the kind of example we are setting for our next generation. Print and electronic media area easily accessible even for teens who haven't reached their puberty. If one still defend the words being used here I am sure you wouldn't mind if your kids use the same words against you or their siblings if they committed a mistake in their personal or professional life.
Have we lost the art of critical analysis/review? Do we really need to indulge in acerbity to criticize someone? Can't we take a cue out of the Socrates Questioning methodology to pen down our thoughts? Can't we accept mistakes as a part of our life and move on and learn from them rather than fretting over each minutiae to dissect the argument till it becomes bland and rot?
I always wonder whom are we to speak against? You may want to analyze/review but indulging in pure spite for the matter of fact that you don't like a particular person is disgusting. I am sorry to use such a heavy negatively polarized word but I couldn't look up any euphemistic term in the dictionary. We are trying to spit venom against a person who has committed a mistake and for the matter of fact has agreed to it. Don't we commit mistakes? I look back at the advertisment Reliance aired during the T20 WC 2007 which started as, India mein muft ki advice bahut milti hai {In India, advice is sold at no cost} and I ponder how hard they have hit the nail on the head. A person and in particular a sports personnel go through a lot. Just to bring in perspective the average life span of a sportsman is 10 years presuming he's a good one at his sport. One can't have a blue marked career. Even great sportsmen have had checkered careers and we've got to accept the fact of life which all in all makes the journey interesting and enjoyable. In cricket, a batsman always wants to hit a boundary/six when he is batting and a bowler wants to take a wicket every ball. In tennis, a player always wants to hit a booming forehand down the line to secure a point or serve a swinging serve down the 'T' to hit an ace. People like us sitting on porches sipping colas derive the pleasure of watching these people play and entertain us. Can you even compare the drops of sweat you lose to the people who are in the middle of the firing line? This is not to say that we can't critically review/analyze but when it gets to a point where we start calling for peoples heads I think we go overboard. Schadenfreude serves it's purpose in soaps and movies but it wouldn't be the best thing you can do when it comes to real life drama.
Prejudice plays a big role in displaying such disgraceful acts. When one reaches some conclusion beforehand with some preconceived notions it's difficult to argue/debate with such people. A logical conclusion is reached when facts/data buttress the points you put up and few people tend to forget it. Also, one can't selectively choose stuff to suit your argument. It's a humble request to people who are trying to gain sadistic pleasure and attention by vilifying national heroes to apply the Socrates Questioning and logical implications of thought shall follow.
Even after 1003 words of philosophy, logic, real life examples etc. if I have been unable to get my point through; I would like to end this post with the subject line:
"It is harder to crack a prejudice than an atom." -Albert Einstein
Friday, December 4, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
My Hidden Desire
was just gazing through the wallpaper collection i have and suddenly i got stuck to the one which i somehow like a lot. This sudden urge to figure out the reason to my liking made me to plunge a deep dive down to my heart. Well, I said heart coz my sudden bursts of mood dependent acts originate from there only. While i was deep diving and finding out the clues to the mystery, i got hit with something. It was something intangible, something which was omnipresent and shapeless. With self introspection and a lot of thought process, I found out it was my hidden desires .everybody has some hidden desires. Some have one, some have loads of them but no one is there who has lived a life without any hidden desire. Well one of them is to see the end of the world. It’s not that I’m a person with cynical or a devilish attitude. It’s just i somehow want to be physically present at the time of judgment day. I won’t call it as an end of world but would rather call it as a transformation of the world. In other words my last wish would be to be able to live and see the transformation of the world and admire the destructive forces in act, trying to cleanse Mother Nature of all the pollution and exploitation caused by us. The new world would be fresh and innocent as a new born baby, cuddling and crying free from all the bad things celebrating freedom.
As being rightly said by someone "A picture is worth a thousand words”. This particular wallpaper too had a mystical feeling wrapped around it. With the breaking of mountains and comets slashing through the earth's crust i could somehow sense a feeling of renaissance/rebirth as the phoenix rising from its ashes. Soon, this all will be over and with rain this would advent the rise of another world. This time human beings might not be the players of the game. But whosoever survives or originate from the womb of Mother Nature will be the ones chosen by Mother Nature herself in hope that they will treat her as their mother and not exploit her for their own insatiable desires.
Just like what happened to the dinosaurs the Human beings have started their own countdown to doom marching on the same path to extinction. The summits and conferences are all futile if we human beings don’t become responsible of our acts and try to be more considerate, else as rightly said by someone "One reaps what he sows" our carelessness will cost us the human race. If we don’t mend our ways from exploiting the natural resources and polluting mother nature maybe my "hidden desire" will come true.
As being rightly said by someone "A picture is worth a thousand words”. This particular wallpaper too had a mystical feeling wrapped around it. With the breaking of mountains and comets slashing through the earth's crust i could somehow sense a feeling of renaissance/rebirth as the phoenix rising from its ashes. Soon, this all will be over and with rain this would advent the rise of another world. This time human beings might not be the players of the game. But whosoever survives or originate from the womb of Mother Nature will be the ones chosen by Mother Nature herself in hope that they will treat her as their mother and not exploit her for their own insatiable desires.
Just like what happened to the dinosaurs the Human beings have started their own countdown to doom marching on the same path to extinction. The summits and conferences are all futile if we human beings don’t become responsible of our acts and try to be more considerate, else as rightly said by someone "One reaps what he sows" our carelessness will cost us the human race. If we don’t mend our ways from exploiting the natural resources and polluting mother nature maybe my "hidden desire" will come true.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
An inevident choice
If you have to choose between darkness and light, what will you choose?
On one hand, there is light which gives you the power to see and distinguish. It helps us unravel the beauty which earth beholds. From chirping of birds on trees, blossoming of flowers to the change of seasons; one can see it all and can cherish the vagaries the nature has in for us.
While on the contrary darkness makes you blind, it hampers your vision. You are not able to differentiate between the sky and the ocean or the earth. We might loathe darkness for all the falacies and the visual impairment concomitant it, but one must not forget it is the most impartial thing that could ever exist. It doesn’t distinguish between the vastnesses of the sky or the depths of ocean, no matter the how big the difference is, in their appearance or in their nature it treats them equally. Colour holds no meaning for it. It treats everyone equal and embraces everyone with impartial and unseen love. With all the hullabaloo of racisms I tend to think it’s better to be in darkness rather than be in light. What is the advantage to be in light when all you see is a mirage or an illusion? Why is light needed, when we are illusioned by the color of the skin and the countenance of people? It would have been all better if we all would have been in darkness; at least the reason to kill just on the basis of differentiation would have been lost. But , as being rightly said by Socrates "Truth doesn't change over time but remains constant regardless of situations in life”, same applies good for human beings, even if it would have all been dark, then too man would have found some other reason to kill.
Inspite of blaming light i think it’s the human's nature that’s at fault. The light is a symbol of freeing of one’s mind and bringing clear conscience, but see what man has made of light. He has made a mockery of its sole purpose by defying its nature. I guess what’s needed is freeing of one’s mind and cleansing of human’s heart. But this might take an eternity to happen. Till then, for me darkness is blissful. For now I choose darkness over light so that I can remain in darkness and ignorance, the greater I know the world the more sorrowful my heart becomes.
On one hand, there is light which gives you the power to see and distinguish. It helps us unravel the beauty which earth beholds. From chirping of birds on trees, blossoming of flowers to the change of seasons; one can see it all and can cherish the vagaries the nature has in for us.
While on the contrary darkness makes you blind, it hampers your vision. You are not able to differentiate between the sky and the ocean or the earth. We might loathe darkness for all the falacies and the visual impairment concomitant it, but one must not forget it is the most impartial thing that could ever exist. It doesn’t distinguish between the vastnesses of the sky or the depths of ocean, no matter the how big the difference is, in their appearance or in their nature it treats them equally. Colour holds no meaning for it. It treats everyone equal and embraces everyone with impartial and unseen love. With all the hullabaloo of racisms I tend to think it’s better to be in darkness rather than be in light. What is the advantage to be in light when all you see is a mirage or an illusion? Why is light needed, when we are illusioned by the color of the skin and the countenance of people? It would have been all better if we all would have been in darkness; at least the reason to kill just on the basis of differentiation would have been lost. But , as being rightly said by Socrates "Truth doesn't change over time but remains constant regardless of situations in life”, same applies good for human beings, even if it would have all been dark, then too man would have found some other reason to kill.
Inspite of blaming light i think it’s the human's nature that’s at fault. The light is a symbol of freeing of one’s mind and bringing clear conscience, but see what man has made of light. He has made a mockery of its sole purpose by defying its nature. I guess what’s needed is freeing of one’s mind and cleansing of human’s heart. But this might take an eternity to happen. Till then, for me darkness is blissful. For now I choose darkness over light so that I can remain in darkness and ignorance, the greater I know the world the more sorrowful my heart becomes.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
IPL 09-My Take away
Hey man its strange, IPL fever has gone and i have not writen even a single post on it.Just couldn't restrict myslef from writing one for the same,though for most of us it would be redundant info,but for me it will be a flash card for the 09 version.
This version was full of surprises,dramas and a lot of mirch and masala ranging from various controversies on feild and off field.We have the champs ,the one who finished last in 08 has reigned supreme this time around.One could not also forget the much hyped KKR's multi captain theory, to their disastrous performance and then a sudden resurgence which kicked the defending champs out with sober wounds and bleeding egos.To add to all the glamour we had an anonymous FIP (FAKE IPL PLAYER),though anonymous, most of us do have a clue whose hands will be behind it.Not accurately but i can still put my money on the maker of the master plan,another publicity stunt to hype the much hyped event and then we have the highly intellectual people living in india and various other indian diasporas which wouldn't refrain themselves from commenting on its anonymity and the allegations.He hasn't refrained himself from taunting the legends of the cricket .some were ridiculed,some tested and many others were put into some controversies whose autheticity cant be put to test.There was a time when the popularity of the blog would surely be more than the KKR's own performance or i must say their non performance.but the ground reality is whatever we say about him we all followed him religiously.
With the closing ceremony and crowning the chargers the undisputed kings, we have actually opened up a whole new dimension of opportunities.Not only it has given young indian cricketers a whole new experience and exposure but also India has come on the forefront ,not as the richest cricketing board staffing more dollars under their belly but as a mascot of cricket spreading it to other corners of the world.one can now safely say that cricket mania is up on the go and is surely gaining popularity in the world where football has been the most followed up sport.With this thought and lots of memories of IPL 09 im all waiting for the next version.I hope this time around it would again be a dream run for an underdog team and we might see the KKR's ,the number 8 to be next year's champion as it happened this time round.
All the best to them.amen
This version was full of surprises,dramas and a lot of mirch and masala ranging from various controversies on feild and off field.We have the champs ,the one who finished last in 08 has reigned supreme this time around.One could not also forget the much hyped KKR's multi captain theory, to their disastrous performance and then a sudden resurgence which kicked the defending champs out with sober wounds and bleeding egos.To add to all the glamour we had an anonymous FIP (FAKE IPL PLAYER),though anonymous, most of us do have a clue whose hands will be behind it.Not accurately but i can still put my money on the maker of the master plan,another publicity stunt to hype the much hyped event and then we have the highly intellectual people living in india and various other indian diasporas which wouldn't refrain themselves from commenting on its anonymity and the allegations.He hasn't refrained himself from taunting the legends of the cricket .some were ridiculed,some tested and many others were put into some controversies whose autheticity cant be put to test.There was a time when the popularity of the blog would surely be more than the KKR's own performance or i must say their non performance.but the ground reality is whatever we say about him we all followed him religiously.
With the closing ceremony and crowning the chargers the undisputed kings, we have actually opened up a whole new dimension of opportunities.Not only it has given young indian cricketers a whole new experience and exposure but also India has come on the forefront ,not as the richest cricketing board staffing more dollars under their belly but as a mascot of cricket spreading it to other corners of the world.one can now safely say that cricket mania is up on the go and is surely gaining popularity in the world where football has been the most followed up sport.With this thought and lots of memories of IPL 09 im all waiting for the next version.I hope this time around it would again be a dream run for an underdog team and we might see the KKR's ,the number 8 to be next year's champion as it happened this time round.
All the best to them.amen
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Confessions of a dangerous Mind! (Fictious)
The day has arrived again. From the last 29 years, this is one day that i just don't want in my calendar. If god would have bestowed powers in me, the first thing i would do is to remove this wretched day from my life. Specially Aug 15 1980.But the more i think about it , the more I laugh on my innocence. Even if I become god , I won’t be having the courage to remove my b day and my existence from my life and from face of the earth.You must be wondering how can someone abhor his bday to an extent that he doesn't even want to see the date. Seeing it in calendar reminds me of pain, despair along with love and selflessness, quite contrary but a fact.Well, i was born under very special circumstances. God gave me an option, an option to trade my life in place of my mother’s. But as all human beings are greedy, i too guided by my selfish motives agreed to trade with her love.even god couldn't stand such heinous act of mine and hence I was cursed to be deprived from the love of mother.Its then and now that i have everything that a man desires. I have reached to the pinnacle where people idolize you to the extent of god, from this height the view down below looks wonderful but inside my heart desires for someone to whom i can share my achievements. It has always been like this, to all the things i have achieved and all the times i have fallen down i was looking for someone to be there besides me. Someone to whom I can share my sorrows and celebrate my successes. With Every success and every failure my guilt widened and my heart desired more for the motherly touch. Maybe this was almighty’s way to remorse me for the crime I have committed.
Earlier I used to curse God for taking away my most precious gifts, but later I thought maybe it was all I wanted. Maybe god was just giving me with what I asked for. I was the one with a black heart and no soul.Today the whole of the city is celebrating the mayors b day, But I'm here walking in the rain trying to wash my sins and cleanse from the burden of killing my mom. With every droplet of rain i have become more heavy. The drops which i thought would cleanse me is making me more depressed. Maybe even rain doesn't have the power to cleanse the sins of a murderer.
But even if the rains cant cleanse my sins it has cleared my mind though.Now,that I know that I can’t bring back my mom and can’t get to feel the motherly touch of hers, I have made a point that I won’t let anyone in my city to be homeless and remain as an orphan. I will , by all means try to provide to all those unlucky ones like me to get a good adopted family and if not possible not at any point of time to have a feeling of neglect. I, as mayor would not even let the shadow of pain and misery surround my fellow civilians of the city. I know by seeing this somewhere above in the heavens she is smiling over me,maybe by trading her life she has got what she wanted from her child. Among all the corrupted politicians and aristocrats I will be her gem in the crown. She will get what she wanted not by life but by death,not an orthodox money minting politician but a social servant.
With this I returned to the party smiling,eyes with determination and a schedule to be worked upon.
Earlier I used to curse God for taking away my most precious gifts, but later I thought maybe it was all I wanted. Maybe god was just giving me with what I asked for. I was the one with a black heart and no soul.Today the whole of the city is celebrating the mayors b day, But I'm here walking in the rain trying to wash my sins and cleanse from the burden of killing my mom. With every droplet of rain i have become more heavy. The drops which i thought would cleanse me is making me more depressed. Maybe even rain doesn't have the power to cleanse the sins of a murderer.
But even if the rains cant cleanse my sins it has cleared my mind though.Now,that I know that I can’t bring back my mom and can’t get to feel the motherly touch of hers, I have made a point that I won’t let anyone in my city to be homeless and remain as an orphan. I will , by all means try to provide to all those unlucky ones like me to get a good adopted family and if not possible not at any point of time to have a feeling of neglect. I, as mayor would not even let the shadow of pain and misery surround my fellow civilians of the city. I know by seeing this somewhere above in the heavens she is smiling over me,maybe by trading her life she has got what she wanted from her child. Among all the corrupted politicians and aristocrats I will be her gem in the crown. She will get what she wanted not by life but by death,not an orthodox money minting politician but a social servant.
With this I returned to the party smiling,eyes with determination and a schedule to be worked upon.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Ramblings...
You can judge whats going on in a persons life by seeing his status in the social networking sites or in messengers.It ranges from deep personal introspection to celebration of india's victory in a cricket match.
I was looking into my recent statuses ...alas!!...man, they all have been gloomy and confused...ranging from "Life is impossibly Impossible" to "I hate my life" n etc....with this i began my introspection of life and mood of last few months.I was not one of the happy persons in these days.Let it be job dissatisfaction or some can rate it as pure over expectation from oneself.The end result was a unsettled mind and a person you wouldn't like to interact because of all the negative energies emitting from his persona.With this thought i came across another of my status which i used to keep when i recently came to pune .It stated "Who wants to live forever".It might look quite on the darker side of life but yet it had some inner light because of which i used to keep it in my happier times.
I was not cribbing abt my life and wanted a change, rather i was happy with all i have.It meant that i dont want a 100 years of life on this earth if i can manage some years with the quality of time i was spending.I had time to talk to my loved ones and to follow my interests and hobbies,most importantly the fear of future and worries of my career was not looming in my head.But what happened that i had these sudden transformation in my thoughts.How come a man with so much life became so unhappy with himself?
Well i wont tell you how it happened and what caused it but this weekend something happened and maybe i found the answer to all the confusion and frustration that was creeping inside me.
Man is a funny person ,he wants his life to be picture perfect and when he gets somewhat close to it his expectations with life increases.Its good to have expectations as it gives oneself his AIM and maybe ones reason to live.But the most important thing is patience which i was lacking.You don't have to be in control of all the things happening in your life coz some things are just out of control.Just do your KARMA and have faith in god,things might fall the way you have expected,it might take time but it will.The most important thing is celebrate life.Celebrate each and every moment.One wouldn't spoil the present thinking about future.I hope all my statuses from now on will he happy celebrating all the beautiful things that have happened during the day rather cribbing about what went wrong.
Live life to the fullest coz there mite not be another!!!and here im back to one of my old status"Who wants to live forever"
I was looking into my recent statuses ...alas!!...man, they all have been gloomy and confused...ranging from "Life is impossibly Impossible" to "I hate my life" n etc....with this i began my introspection of life and mood of last few months.I was not one of the happy persons in these days.Let it be job dissatisfaction or some can rate it as pure over expectation from oneself.The end result was a unsettled mind and a person you wouldn't like to interact because of all the negative energies emitting from his persona.With this thought i came across another of my status which i used to keep when i recently came to pune .It stated "Who wants to live forever".It might look quite on the darker side of life but yet it had some inner light because of which i used to keep it in my happier times.
I was not cribbing abt my life and wanted a change, rather i was happy with all i have.It meant that i dont want a 100 years of life on this earth if i can manage some years with the quality of time i was spending.I had time to talk to my loved ones and to follow my interests and hobbies,most importantly the fear of future and worries of my career was not looming in my head.But what happened that i had these sudden transformation in my thoughts.How come a man with so much life became so unhappy with himself?
Well i wont tell you how it happened and what caused it but this weekend something happened and maybe i found the answer to all the confusion and frustration that was creeping inside me.
Man is a funny person ,he wants his life to be picture perfect and when he gets somewhat close to it his expectations with life increases.Its good to have expectations as it gives oneself his AIM and maybe ones reason to live.But the most important thing is patience which i was lacking.You don't have to be in control of all the things happening in your life coz some things are just out of control.Just do your KARMA and have faith in god,things might fall the way you have expected,it might take time but it will.The most important thing is celebrate life.Celebrate each and every moment.One wouldn't spoil the present thinking about future.I hope all my statuses from now on will he happy celebrating all the beautiful things that have happened during the day rather cribbing about what went wrong.
Live life to the fullest coz there mite not be another!!!and here im back to one of my old status"Who wants to live forever"
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Don't Disgrace the Gods
Some believe it, some don't.some say they have seen it some even go to an extent to call it as a gimmick. No body has seen god but everybody has a different opinion to the almighty, if he is.
In my opinion most of us(especially Indians) wont deny from the fact that we have seen god incarnated in flesh and bone , walking the grounds and entertaining the millions that galore.
I am talking about none other than our little master, the golden boy who walked out in his first test match against Pakistan and from then onwards it has been a journey transforming him from a mumbaikar to a player feared by all his opponents. no body thought this little genius will bring a revolution in India more revolutionary than the green revolution itself, changing the face of Indian and for that matter world cricket.
He has transformed cricket to a religion which binds all of the Indians and for one moment we forget we have been brought up which father, under which roof. What matters is the desire to win and all of the nation for once consider itself as Indians and not as Muslims ,Hindus,Gujjars or Meenas,the feeling of unity is unpreceedent.Unity which even Mahatma Gandhi couldn't impart can be seen in a 7 hr game.
well i'm not writing this as another souvenir or another article on the little genius praising his accolades and achievements. My heart bleeds and its been a matter of disgrace that these sports persons(let it be ganguly or dravid) who have taken the sport to an unprecedented glory are now the victims of the acrimonious views of the much educated people to decide what should be the fate of these gods. Those who have unified each and every Indian under one roof are now on the mercy of the ones who once worshiped the same people for years and would die to get a glimpse of them.A paradox yet true.
In the process of proclaiming these people as gods we forget one fact that they themselves are made of bones and flesh, no one is immortal and hence aging is an inevitable process. I do agree that their form is not as good as it used to be when they ruled the world but lets not make a mockery of our believes and their contribution. These people at least deserve a better adieu then a forced expulsion or more like an IT firing.
Lets pay respect for these people who sacrificed their lives ,their families just that we can see Indian flag up above among the other nations soaring to glory. Lets leave to them when do they want to call quit ,let them cherish whatever cricket is left in them ,so that they are proud of serving us and don't end regretting .We just cant make castles on the grave of others that too of people who have contributed their body and soul for the better cause. Lets make it a point that we don't disgrace the gods , so the gods are smiling always upon us and maybe contributing after their retirement in the form of being Indian coach or as mentors of the future generation.
In my opinion most of us(especially Indians) wont deny from the fact that we have seen god incarnated in flesh and bone , walking the grounds and entertaining the millions that galore.
I am talking about none other than our little master, the golden boy who walked out in his first test match against Pakistan and from then onwards it has been a journey transforming him from a mumbaikar to a player feared by all his opponents. no body thought this little genius will bring a revolution in India more revolutionary than the green revolution itself, changing the face of Indian and for that matter world cricket.
He has transformed cricket to a religion which binds all of the Indians and for one moment we forget we have been brought up which father, under which roof. What matters is the desire to win and all of the nation for once consider itself as Indians and not as Muslims ,Hindus,Gujjars or Meenas,the feeling of unity is unpreceedent.Unity which even Mahatma Gandhi couldn't impart can be seen in a 7 hr game.
well i'm not writing this as another souvenir or another article on the little genius praising his accolades and achievements. My heart bleeds and its been a matter of disgrace that these sports persons(let it be ganguly or dravid) who have taken the sport to an unprecedented glory are now the victims of the acrimonious views of the much educated people to decide what should be the fate of these gods. Those who have unified each and every Indian under one roof are now on the mercy of the ones who once worshiped the same people for years and would die to get a glimpse of them.A paradox yet true.
In the process of proclaiming these people as gods we forget one fact that they themselves are made of bones and flesh, no one is immortal and hence aging is an inevitable process. I do agree that their form is not as good as it used to be when they ruled the world but lets not make a mockery of our believes and their contribution. These people at least deserve a better adieu then a forced expulsion or more like an IT firing.
Lets pay respect for these people who sacrificed their lives ,their families just that we can see Indian flag up above among the other nations soaring to glory. Lets leave to them when do they want to call quit ,let them cherish whatever cricket is left in them ,so that they are proud of serving us and don't end regretting .We just cant make castles on the grave of others that too of people who have contributed their body and soul for the better cause. Lets make it a point that we don't disgrace the gods , so the gods are smiling always upon us and maybe contributing after their retirement in the form of being Indian coach or as mentors of the future generation.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Cry of a Genius...(Fictious)
Sometimes i wish why i am the way i am
i wish i could be someone else,someone ordinary or say more than extra ordinary in my sense
Things what they look are not what they actually are
If someone will look deep inside they would see pain and nothing else
In the midst of all the accolades theres a man standing , hungry and for some ordinary things,
things which might me ordinary for any normal human being but i'm not just that lucky to have a bit of it.
People want to be like me , a genius but in real sense i dont want anyone to be in my shoes.
Things that seem so flowery are just a wrapping on a thorny bush.
My life has been a thorny ride with the a garnish , tempting to even the most blessed ones.
The scent hallucinates people of an exemplary lifestyle but inside the man is struggling even for his basic happiness
The materialistic happiness is nothing compared to what pleasure it gives to be plain ordinary,
to be one among the thousands.
But now i know its like this and i can't change anything because i wasn't born with a solution to my problems
nor i can change any of the things .
so inspite of strangling inside my cocoon i should find my piece of happiness in happiness of others.
Maybe my extra ordinary talents can be benefit to some of the common ones and can make others happy.
Maybe making people find their piece of happiness will be able to help me find my own share of happiness to.
i wish i could be someone else,someone ordinary or say more than extra ordinary in my sense
Things what they look are not what they actually are
If someone will look deep inside they would see pain and nothing else
In the midst of all the accolades theres a man standing , hungry and for some ordinary things,
things which might me ordinary for any normal human being but i'm not just that lucky to have a bit of it.
People want to be like me , a genius but in real sense i dont want anyone to be in my shoes.
Things that seem so flowery are just a wrapping on a thorny bush.
My life has been a thorny ride with the a garnish , tempting to even the most blessed ones.
The scent hallucinates people of an exemplary lifestyle but inside the man is struggling even for his basic happiness
The materialistic happiness is nothing compared to what pleasure it gives to be plain ordinary,
to be one among the thousands.
But now i know its like this and i can't change anything because i wasn't born with a solution to my problems
nor i can change any of the things .
so inspite of strangling inside my cocoon i should find my piece of happiness in happiness of others.
Maybe my extra ordinary talents can be benefit to some of the common ones and can make others happy.
Maybe making people find their piece of happiness will be able to help me find my own share of happiness to.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Empty Heart ,Empty Head
My mind is muffled with thoughts,thoughts of what do i need from my life,What is my goal, or for that matter for what purpose man is sent on earth.This is a question that has puzzled and has haunted thinkers and saints from the prehistoric times.
Man was born with a hole in his heart.Whatever he does and how hard he tries to fill the hole , the void becomes bigger.People have tried a whole lot of things .Some think that money is the source to achieve happiness, eventhough they have completely misunderstood the whole plot.With increasing bank balance they are also stocking their balance of tensions which eventually lead to health problems and rift in their relations.The thirst for money is never ending and it just brings out the hollowness in you , making it stronger with every penny you pile up ,moribounding the life in you.
There is also a lot of people who think money is baseless and renunciation from wordy pleasures will make them achieve true peace.But in the mad race of finding peace and renunciation , they themselves are harboring an emotion called as GREED.
Let it be greed of money or the greed to renounce it, the problem is it doesn't fill the void.One strives for excellence just because he thinks that this might give him the much needed self satisfaction, the thing which drives most of our actions and decisions.But in the process of achieving self satisfaction he becomes empowered by the madness of MORE.And when he is intoxicated with his carnal desires and Greed of More the man becomes a Satan who is ready to engulf the whole of world in order to satisfy the growing voidness in himself.
what if man would have been a satisfied creature,the void is filled with the fluid of contentment.If he would have been satisfied , we would have lived in a world which would have been very dormant and almost unchangeable.There wouldn't be any world wars and crimes , because people would have been satisfied with what all they have in their life.There would be peace , and sadness would be miles away from human beings.But i think in change it would have taken away the liveliness of the world.The peace would somehow look shallow and its true importance would have been lost , because people wouldn't have experienced sadness.Love , hate ,peace ,war all these words are relative.One could not experience the true importance of happiness until he has experienced the bitter fruit of pain.Don't you think if this fire for excellence and need to achieve more wouldn't have been there , our world would have been the same as it was in pre-historic ERA.People would have been happy with the way life is and the evolution would have stopped.The life in change would have been boring and gloomy . It was this passion and not the contentment that gave rise to the Einsteins and the newtons ,and what all advancements we have made in today's world has been a reproduction of the same mother.
Maybe this was all god's plan.He created man with a hole but with the hole he gave us consious.A fruit which distinguishes us from animals.Consious to use the desire created by the hole to do works which will help to improve the society.Maybe god's plan was to make human beings as the gardners of his garden .But we let our hole overpower our consiousness which has made us more like an animal.Its being rightly said "With great power comes great reposibilities" .We have been naive to use the powers we have, to destroy all thats around us and not to use the power we have to make a world better plave to live.Maybe its time to hear the voice from inside and to understand the true purpose of man's creation.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Valentines day special
This is one of those days where a lot of my inner believes and my conceptions were broken.I always thought this as a day to celebrate once love with your beloved,an auspicious day to express how you feel about your better half.
The V Day 2009 was almost similar as i had spent my earlier V days ,the only difference was i was still hoping for a miracle.
As the day passed by , i was rest assured i would spent the day all alone , as i had no one to caress , no one to hold hand and say i won't leave this hand whatever it may come.The hope of miracle was becoming gloomy.As the clock ticked 10 i was convincing myself that this would go down as all other 21 V days i have had.Thinking of atleast not spoiling the weekend we thought of boozing in the flat and have candle night dinner.I was still upset with myself ,i dunno why but there was something which i thought i was lacking.Something was missing or maybe it was just plain feeling of being single on the day where couple is the keyword.
The first thing i did after returning with all the accessories of boozing ,is i chatted with my college roommate.While i was talking i realized it has been a long since we have had such a long and intimate talks about our life and future.It never occurred to me that this would be the beginning of a new lesson which i was about to learn within next few hours .
As the candle lit and the few gulps of scotch went in , the feelings were flowing flawlessly.We talked about anything and everything.Inspite that we have known each other for a few months only, we understood each other well. we were in the midst of all these talking that i realised something which somehow brighten my mood and realized me something.
Is it necessary for people to have girl friends.Why do people need gfs , keeping apart the sexual satisfaction.
Generally in todays world gf's are temporary leaving apart some exceptions .People hangout with each other just because they enjoy each others company.Mostly it's their sexual need that the other gender satisfies while generally the emotional quotient and understanding is missing.If people just need sexual satisfaction why do we name it as Valentines day why not F***ing Day , and if V day is meant for love , understanding and be there in need then i think i was having the best of the time and maybe i'm the luckiest of one as i had a lot of people to watch my back.
Dont think me as a sadist or im against any casual relationships or this gf bf thingy.its just that it dint occurred to me that V day is not about hangouts or enjoyment with your lover.Its more than that.Its about telling people whom you love , that you love them and care about them.Maybe V day was meant to be a day , that in this fast moving world we at least find one single day to express our love and affection to the ones you care about.
From now on i have made a point that if not always i will atleast on this day call , and make all those people who care about me realize that im privileged to have people like you at my side.
Thanks for being there.
The V Day 2009 was almost similar as i had spent my earlier V days ,the only difference was i was still hoping for a miracle.
As the day passed by , i was rest assured i would spent the day all alone , as i had no one to caress , no one to hold hand and say i won't leave this hand whatever it may come.The hope of miracle was becoming gloomy.As the clock ticked 10 i was convincing myself that this would go down as all other 21 V days i have had.Thinking of atleast not spoiling the weekend we thought of boozing in the flat and have candle night dinner.I was still upset with myself ,i dunno why but there was something which i thought i was lacking.Something was missing or maybe it was just plain feeling of being single on the day where couple is the keyword.
The first thing i did after returning with all the accessories of boozing ,is i chatted with my college roommate.While i was talking i realized it has been a long since we have had such a long and intimate talks about our life and future.It never occurred to me that this would be the beginning of a new lesson which i was about to learn within next few hours .
As the candle lit and the few gulps of scotch went in , the feelings were flowing flawlessly.We talked about anything and everything.Inspite that we have known each other for a few months only, we understood each other well. we were in the midst of all these talking that i realised something which somehow brighten my mood and realized me something.
Is it necessary for people to have girl friends.Why do people need gfs , keeping apart the sexual satisfaction.
Generally in todays world gf's are temporary leaving apart some exceptions .People hangout with each other just because they enjoy each others company.Mostly it's their sexual need that the other gender satisfies while generally the emotional quotient and understanding is missing.If people just need sexual satisfaction why do we name it as Valentines day why not F***ing Day , and if V day is meant for love , understanding and be there in need then i think i was having the best of the time and maybe i'm the luckiest of one as i had a lot of people to watch my back.
Dont think me as a sadist or im against any casual relationships or this gf bf thingy.its just that it dint occurred to me that V day is not about hangouts or enjoyment with your lover.Its more than that.Its about telling people whom you love , that you love them and care about them.Maybe V day was meant to be a day , that in this fast moving world we at least find one single day to express our love and affection to the ones you care about.
From now on i have made a point that if not always i will atleast on this day call , and make all those people who care about me realize that im privileged to have people like you at my side.
Thanks for being there.
Monday, January 19, 2009
The True Self
here i am all alone,rather not alone but drinking with ma flatmate and wondering about the pleasures of falling in love.we talk about our past relations our so called lost love ,so called broken dreams and then we make another peg.
sometimes life takes so many folds u somehow forget yr true self and try to live and adapt in our formed and imagined world.we think this is the true me,the true identity but when we are all alone and forced to ponder about things that means no sense now ,or are lost in the abyss of darkness of life we realize that what we r building is nothing but an illusion.the true self is lost somewhere behind in the race to be practical and win in the cruel world.but if thts what is important to live and survive in today's world then why do we become nostalgic about our past lives,why do we ponder abt the things about past,why do the past memories hold so importance that in loneliness or in midst of smoke and dissiness what we could see and figure out are those forgotten memories.why do they haunt us today too. when we look behind they seem just like a dream of a distant past or a tale of our previous life.
maybe there is some relation tht we keep coming back to them.maybe we are missing some links,maybe we are missing the main links,maybe the whole thing or maybe we are missing our inner self.
i think why we linger about the past is not they hold importance to us now or even if they, thts not the whole idea.the idea lies in the true being of yr identity.in the urge to be among the elites u hv forgotten yr tue self and these memories are just a way to make u realize tht ur missing no one but the true u, kept locked inside in the bars of ignorance named as practical world coated with sugar called as success much popularly known as the mantra of being successful.
to this i wonder what a true successful person is.the one who has all the riches in his life or the one who is is away from all worldy pleasures.they say both are related.some say that riches bring happiness ,some say even the sages are happy so u dont need any riches.to this i ponder again and then i realized why do we ponder about things.a true happy person is who doesnt have to think about anything.for some , money can be happiness,for some it could be peace,some could name it as lust, some as family ;but in the end whats common is man id achieving is what he desired.
if the real aim of ones life is to get what he desires why do we need to mold us according to the world.if the ultimata lies in our own hands why do we change ourselves.if we are the real ourselves then we would better understand what we desire and maybe can get away from the unendable debate or the confusion of ultimate aim of life called as happiness.
sometimes life takes so many folds u somehow forget yr true self and try to live and adapt in our formed and imagined world.we think this is the true me,the true identity but when we are all alone and forced to ponder about things that means no sense now ,or are lost in the abyss of darkness of life we realize that what we r building is nothing but an illusion.the true self is lost somewhere behind in the race to be practical and win in the cruel world.but if thts what is important to live and survive in today's world then why do we become nostalgic about our past lives,why do we ponder abt the things about past,why do the past memories hold so importance that in loneliness or in midst of smoke and dissiness what we could see and figure out are those forgotten memories.why do they haunt us today too. when we look behind they seem just like a dream of a distant past or a tale of our previous life.
maybe there is some relation tht we keep coming back to them.maybe we are missing some links,maybe we are missing the main links,maybe the whole thing or maybe we are missing our inner self.
i think why we linger about the past is not they hold importance to us now or even if they, thts not the whole idea.the idea lies in the true being of yr identity.in the urge to be among the elites u hv forgotten yr tue self and these memories are just a way to make u realize tht ur missing no one but the true u, kept locked inside in the bars of ignorance named as practical world coated with sugar called as success much popularly known as the mantra of being successful.
to this i wonder what a true successful person is.the one who has all the riches in his life or the one who is is away from all worldy pleasures.they say both are related.some say that riches bring happiness ,some say even the sages are happy so u dont need any riches.to this i ponder again and then i realized why do we ponder about things.a true happy person is who doesnt have to think about anything.for some , money can be happiness,for some it could be peace,some could name it as lust, some as family ;but in the end whats common is man id achieving is what he desired.
if the real aim of ones life is to get what he desires why do we need to mold us according to the world.if the ultimata lies in our own hands why do we change ourselves.if we are the real ourselves then we would better understand what we desire and maybe can get away from the unendable debate or the confusion of ultimate aim of life called as happiness.
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