From the television to the desktops, the laptops and the sleek mobile phones, technology is advancing and continually meeting the needs of the evolving and reforming mankind. The e-mails, the chat-boxes and the social network sites have so truly embarked their stamp on our daily lives. Yet, a postcard letter swirls my mind into a completely desolated direction.
We Indians are sentimental packrats capable of seeking out storage space in the most unassuming of places. And for that reason, we change our room-settings time to time, squeezing that extra space for all the new things and once in a while indulge in clearing the clutter of old letters, books, magazines and other stuff from our bookshelves. Whilst we are in an attempt of clearing those things, a remote sensation sneaks in and along with it brings that dilemma of what to keep and what to let go. Usually we keep half of those things and then we bargain with the radhi-wala to squeeze that little amount of money off him. (Whew!)
Just imagine, a week later, to your utter consternation, the door- bell rings and a familiar voice of mom announces the arrival of a postcard letter addressed to you. Your mind takes a swing in the swirling vortex of all the crazy ideas and permutations from whom that postcard would have come. And then you realize it’s a three year old letter that has accidently found its destination through a conscientious postman. Irrelevant of what that letter contains, you smile for the rest of the day with a newly found elation.
Another year is about to mark its end. And like the many before, I’m sure it has also embarked its stamp on our lives. Now, not treading on those uncertain areas of good and bad, mostly bad that it brought this year, which like a relentless drone is already buzzing in my ears, its important to wear the Urban-Turban and bask away our time in the afterglow of all the good things that made us smile this year.
You never know when that long forgotten letter may announce its arrival on your doorstep and spark those old vibes to light the magnificent ambience of bliss. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Cheers!!!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Its only a JOURNEY, after all...
Have you ever heard a joke so many times, that you’ve forgot why it’s funny. Then you hear it again, and suddenly it’s new. You remember why you loved it in the first place. In that bizarre and delicate spec of a time, it becomes difficult to separate fact from fiction, man from myth.
We search for so many things in our daily life, never realizing what we have. We skip from one stone to another, avoiding that pool of water. But everything is in that pool of water. Then why are afraid to take a dip?
It’s only because searching for that everlasting bliss, we forget to see the beauty that surrounds us instilling us to inspire, to feel the tranquility of the moment, waiting for us to unveil the novel. The pursuit of happiness is in the journey itself, a journey of struggle to keep the living or a journey of a dreamer to make it a reality. It’s the same old idiom of language that’s so commonly familiar to us.
All of us are here to study, to become Engineers, not only to steer the driving wheel of our subjects but also to harmonize it with our gradual growth, to liberate ourselves to admire the true meaning of life. Amidst it all, some choose the fascination with photography, some choose the patience struck perspective path of an artist, and some like me choose Chess to over-exert the brain power and Guitar, to nullify the same with the harmony of its music notes.
The Art n Craft notice board has been one of the awe-stricken sites of our college. Week after week it has displayed some of the brilliant masterpieces of art. Bharat Dhoot is one name, I would like to mention. I’m overwhelmed by his work, his creativeness, his profoundness, which brings so much out of a sketch, which I used to believe could never be actually done. He has described his collection on Facebook as a journey being an artist. (Well! The post is flooded with comments and admiration!)
Some live it short, but some live it big in that shorter time. To bring a smile on somebody else’s face is a gift, or an art (to be more precise) which is available to only few of us. I remember when a friend of mine gave a presentation on Walt Disney. I could feel Walt’s vibe in her and probably that’s what inspired her to sketching and cartooning. She felt that hint of an artist and I’m glad that it has become a part of her journey.
Noticing and dwelling on the tiny but numerous mile-stones that come in our journey we can make a huge difference. All we need is an open mind, not an eye of an archer or a mind of a hunter.
It is like a big fish which doesn’t get caught in the hook, not because it was bigger and stronger, but only because it had a vision to see the things differently, not unique, but differently.
We search for so many things in our daily life, never realizing what we have. We skip from one stone to another, avoiding that pool of water. But everything is in that pool of water. Then why are afraid to take a dip?
It’s only because searching for that everlasting bliss, we forget to see the beauty that surrounds us instilling us to inspire, to feel the tranquility of the moment, waiting for us to unveil the novel. The pursuit of happiness is in the journey itself, a journey of struggle to keep the living or a journey of a dreamer to make it a reality. It’s the same old idiom of language that’s so commonly familiar to us.
All of us are here to study, to become Engineers, not only to steer the driving wheel of our subjects but also to harmonize it with our gradual growth, to liberate ourselves to admire the true meaning of life. Amidst it all, some choose the fascination with photography, some choose the patience struck perspective path of an artist, and some like me choose Chess to over-exert the brain power and Guitar, to nullify the same with the harmony of its music notes.
The Art n Craft notice board has been one of the awe-stricken sites of our college. Week after week it has displayed some of the brilliant masterpieces of art. Bharat Dhoot is one name, I would like to mention. I’m overwhelmed by his work, his creativeness, his profoundness, which brings so much out of a sketch, which I used to believe could never be actually done. He has described his collection on Facebook as a journey being an artist. (Well! The post is flooded with comments and admiration!)
Some live it short, but some live it big in that shorter time. To bring a smile on somebody else’s face is a gift, or an art (to be more precise) which is available to only few of us. I remember when a friend of mine gave a presentation on Walt Disney. I could feel Walt’s vibe in her and probably that’s what inspired her to sketching and cartooning. She felt that hint of an artist and I’m glad that it has become a part of her journey.
Noticing and dwelling on the tiny but numerous mile-stones that come in our journey we can make a huge difference. All we need is an open mind, not an eye of an archer or a mind of a hunter.
It is like a big fish which doesn’t get caught in the hook, not because it was bigger and stronger, but only because it had a vision to see the things differently, not unique, but differently.
My Friend
It’s funny how the most lasting friendships of our lives begin in a moment so incidental that we scarcely recall it. Anant and I shook hands near the pond outside our high school, one autumn day. There was this aura of confidence, by which he threw pebbles into the pond, skipping and jumping a couple of times before sinking down.
That was the beginning of our friendship. We grew up like brothers. The voids in me were filled by him and the colors on his canvas of ideas were painted by me. We were inseparable. After high school, we spent the summer hitchhiking Europe.
After coming from Europe, I took over my family business and Anant prolonged with his studies. It was at his convocation 2 years later that things started to mingle. As he took a turn and walked with his back straight towards me, I felt a hint of envy, rising in me. It was at that precise moment that I decided to forsake the glamour of the city and went to live in the wilds of Scotland.
I lived in there in an archaic mansion for 5 years before coming back to London. Those pristine sections were so clean and as precisely as I remembered them, that they heightened the ethereal beauty of the place. I was fuming at my cowardness but I still couldn’t get rid my heart of its vindictiveness.
Meanwhile, when everybody was catching the undeclared, untaxed money under their opulent beds, Anant was having his knees and knuckles bruised working 18 hrs a day in the factory workshop. Anant was working hard, despite the absence of his friend. He then owned a steel factory and his pragmatic approach led to the use of a new alloy which placed their steel among the top buyers for the rail road tracks.
“Camouflage is nature’s craftiest trick”, they say. Perhaps that was what Anant was doing all these years, camouflaging under the cloak of an abandoned friend. That was the reason I envied his peace, his courage, and his understanding of his presence. That was the reason I went straight back to him after 5 years to amend the glitch left by my fallible consciousness and sudden disappearance.
I came back searching in that faint light for an allusion of spite or some hidden meaning. My euphoric mood couldn’t last watching him walking towards me for a hug. A hug that overcame everything. We reencountered our most prominent mischiefs, specially the one in Europe, when we kicked a traveler sleeping in an ostentatious sable coat on a foot path.
Just like that pebble which skipped a few times before finally sinking. Our friendship grew increasingly skittish after a few hiccups.
-Rustum
That was the beginning of our friendship. We grew up like brothers. The voids in me were filled by him and the colors on his canvas of ideas were painted by me. We were inseparable. After high school, we spent the summer hitchhiking Europe.
After coming from Europe, I took over my family business and Anant prolonged with his studies. It was at his convocation 2 years later that things started to mingle. As he took a turn and walked with his back straight towards me, I felt a hint of envy, rising in me. It was at that precise moment that I decided to forsake the glamour of the city and went to live in the wilds of Scotland.
I lived in there in an archaic mansion for 5 years before coming back to London. Those pristine sections were so clean and as precisely as I remembered them, that they heightened the ethereal beauty of the place. I was fuming at my cowardness but I still couldn’t get rid my heart of its vindictiveness.
Meanwhile, when everybody was catching the undeclared, untaxed money under their opulent beds, Anant was having his knees and knuckles bruised working 18 hrs a day in the factory workshop. Anant was working hard, despite the absence of his friend. He then owned a steel factory and his pragmatic approach led to the use of a new alloy which placed their steel among the top buyers for the rail road tracks.
“Camouflage is nature’s craftiest trick”, they say. Perhaps that was what Anant was doing all these years, camouflaging under the cloak of an abandoned friend. That was the reason I envied his peace, his courage, and his understanding of his presence. That was the reason I went straight back to him after 5 years to amend the glitch left by my fallible consciousness and sudden disappearance.
I came back searching in that faint light for an allusion of spite or some hidden meaning. My euphoric mood couldn’t last watching him walking towards me for a hug. A hug that overcame everything. We reencountered our most prominent mischiefs, specially the one in Europe, when we kicked a traveler sleeping in an ostentatious sable coat on a foot path.
Just like that pebble which skipped a few times before finally sinking. Our friendship grew increasingly skittish after a few hiccups.
-Rustum
Sunday, October 11, 2009
A pretty boy from paradise city...
Every day brings that fresh light of hope and a new experience. Some we like and some we don't. But there is a huge lesson to be learned from these experiences. Having that keen-ness to see the optimism is very important.
Its very rare when a bunch of 17 guys watch a movie and everybody likes it. Some even wait to see the credits till the end and that too sitting in the last row(giggles!). Its even amazing to hear such a nice background music complementing every minute frame of every little scene. Every petite note enhances the expression so much more. For me, that's what made the movie so special.
What followed next was an old routine 'of' some and a new experience 'for' some. But its even better to see the freshman enjoy watching others enjoy!! A little bit of Carrom, two bottles of Little Devil, Smoke all around, a pretty boy from paradise city..and an Apple Pie to conclude a brilliant day.
P.S. I'm still sleeping...
Its very rare when a bunch of 17 guys watch a movie and everybody likes it. Some even wait to see the credits till the end and that too sitting in the last row(giggles!). Its even amazing to hear such a nice background music complementing every minute frame of every little scene. Every petite note enhances the expression so much more. For me, that's what made the movie so special.
What followed next was an old routine 'of' some and a new experience 'for' some. But its even better to see the freshman enjoy watching others enjoy!! A little bit of Carrom, two bottles of Little Devil, Smoke all around, a pretty boy from paradise city..and an Apple Pie to conclude a brilliant day.
P.S. I'm still sleeping...
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Voids
Voids literally means empty/blank spaces , in science I came across this term in the discipline of chemistry and philosophically ,voids was mentioned in one of my English chapters from a book named “Hornbill” class XI I guess…I dunt remember the chapter name.
A new realm of thinking opened after reading that chapter ,it defined voids as – empty or idle time in different situations (i am quoting the same example here) …for eg: when u are moving from one floor to another and u are waiting for the lift..so this waiting process creates a void when ur mind is actually doing nothing ..
So there are voids like this in every aspect of life and quiet often we just let them pass, so what we can do is just utilize the time for something constructive ,,,this would not only help in personal development but wud save us from idleness(its said that idle mind is the house of evil)…..and there is one more quote which I would like to mention here is
“To be is to do”-Socrates
This article is also a result of one void …so u can see instead of not doin anything doin smthng is better…
A new realm of thinking opened after reading that chapter ,it defined voids as – empty or idle time in different situations (i am quoting the same example here) …for eg: when u are moving from one floor to another and u are waiting for the lift..so this waiting process creates a void when ur mind is actually doing nothing ..
So there are voids like this in every aspect of life and quiet often we just let them pass, so what we can do is just utilize the time for something constructive ,,,this would not only help in personal development but wud save us from idleness(its said that idle mind is the house of evil)…..and there is one more quote which I would like to mention here is
“To be is to do”-Socrates
This article is also a result of one void …so u can see instead of not doin anything doin smthng is better…
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Conformity
In OB there was this concept of ‘conformity’ in group behaviour and being human beings (social beings) this concept applies to our mundane affairs.
In my two and a half semester of engineering ..i have seen this effect in my encounters with this callous world.
12 years of schooling v/s 4 years of engineering there has to be some difference in what we call friendship...here what i have noticed is that people make friends (although they are just pawns) for some selfish motif of theirs....but such relationships doesn’t last that long and the person who is into this sort of relationship seeks for some genuine friendship to quenches his/her need for belongingness....however due to pawnships(friendship with pawns as mentioned) the person is forced to conform and the seeker has to make a choice. The choice depends upon the need, mood etc of the person,so tym along with stereotyping plays a major role in this friendship process ...
In my two and a half semester of engineering ..i have seen this effect in my encounters with this callous world.
12 years of schooling v/s 4 years of engineering there has to be some difference in what we call friendship...here what i have noticed is that people make friends (although they are just pawns) for some selfish motif of theirs....but such relationships doesn’t last that long and the person who is into this sort of relationship seeks for some genuine friendship to quenches his/her need for belongingness....however due to pawnships(friendship with pawns as mentioned) the person is forced to conform and the seeker has to make a choice. The choice depends upon the need, mood etc of the person,so tym along with stereotyping plays a major role in this friendship process ...
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Take Time to be KING..
For Once I was ahead of the curve, and having rarely been in this exalted good, I can tell you it feels good. Those notions have not escaped yet the world feels so unfamiliar a place to live.
Inconspicuous.
A break is all that is required to fix those broken pieces. The proliferation of each and everything do takes its toll on the humble and the overcome becomes a long-desired rhapsody. (Well enough of it all!)
A long exam filled weekend reached the end, at last. Well it had to, I guess. And so came the fun filled weekend, I had been craving for so long. It all started as a boring journey, I slept 5 out of the 7 hours and the only one hour that was good was the one I traveled standing, well of course, my earphones in my ears. The song ‘Spaceman’ by ‘Killers’ goes as:
The starmaker says "it ain't so bad"
The dream maker's gonna make you mad
The spaceman says "everybody look down
it's all in your mind"
A song which brought a genuine smile on my face. Then finally I absorbed my ego which helped to mend a few things and the things went smooth thereafter. The fest was brilliant. The Heavy Metal Band, “Malifice” was effervescent, and we did enjoy a lot. The hand-banging’s were plenty and the neck ached for the entire next day. It was all worth it. What followed was even better. “Mohit Chauhan”. Immaculate.
But the gist of the weekend lied in the “Get Together”. Me, Anish, K.K, Pari, Degant and Kartik. It was my first meet with them. But the way we conducted thereafter was a picturesque panorama of a few delhi guys having some serious fun. Delhi 6 was Exquisite. Those Paranthas, Lassi, n Rabri was more than we could have hoped for. Delicious. Yet the heart lied in the Hard Rock Café. Bloody Hell. The ambience was unbelievable. The songs were just too good, no denying the audio capability of the café which was way above anything I’ve ever heard. Puddle of Mudd. Papa Roach. John Lennon. Ramstein. James Blunt.
Grand.
The exit door said, “Take time to be kind”. Well yes, I did notice that. Conspicuous. Well coming back I was still occupied in my thoughts. Then the best program of the millennium, DEXTER, made all my tiredness go away. I downloaded the entire episode in 30 min and finally went to sleep at 4 after watching it.
As I woke up for the morning, a subtle thought struck me. “Why do we feel the need to indulge ourselves in the pigsties of the adults. We are Children and should behave the same.”
Seriously.
As Anish says “peace marr”. So “peace marr”. There is no need to allow ourselves to float in the swirl of thoughts pivoting from the archaic vaccum of nothingness. Infact, we should be asking us “How much are we living the dream??” Don’t matter, how long that list of regrets or disappointments maybe, if we try to search for that answer, it comes “So much”. So Damn True..!!
Inconspicuous.
A break is all that is required to fix those broken pieces. The proliferation of each and everything do takes its toll on the humble and the overcome becomes a long-desired rhapsody. (Well enough of it all!)
A long exam filled weekend reached the end, at last. Well it had to, I guess. And so came the fun filled weekend, I had been craving for so long. It all started as a boring journey, I slept 5 out of the 7 hours and the only one hour that was good was the one I traveled standing, well of course, my earphones in my ears. The song ‘Spaceman’ by ‘Killers’ goes as:
The starmaker says "it ain't so bad"
The dream maker's gonna make you mad
The spaceman says "everybody look down
it's all in your mind"
A song which brought a genuine smile on my face. Then finally I absorbed my ego which helped to mend a few things and the things went smooth thereafter. The fest was brilliant. The Heavy Metal Band, “Malifice” was effervescent, and we did enjoy a lot. The hand-banging’s were plenty and the neck ached for the entire next day. It was all worth it. What followed was even better. “Mohit Chauhan”. Immaculate.
But the gist of the weekend lied in the “Get Together”. Me, Anish, K.K, Pari, Degant and Kartik. It was my first meet with them. But the way we conducted thereafter was a picturesque panorama of a few delhi guys having some serious fun. Delhi 6 was Exquisite. Those Paranthas, Lassi, n Rabri was more than we could have hoped for. Delicious. Yet the heart lied in the Hard Rock Café. Bloody Hell. The ambience was unbelievable. The songs were just too good, no denying the audio capability of the café which was way above anything I’ve ever heard. Puddle of Mudd. Papa Roach. John Lennon. Ramstein. James Blunt.
Grand.
The exit door said, “Take time to be kind”. Well yes, I did notice that. Conspicuous. Well coming back I was still occupied in my thoughts. Then the best program of the millennium, DEXTER, made all my tiredness go away. I downloaded the entire episode in 30 min and finally went to sleep at 4 after watching it.
As I woke up for the morning, a subtle thought struck me. “Why do we feel the need to indulge ourselves in the pigsties of the adults. We are Children and should behave the same.”
Seriously.
As Anish says “peace marr”. So “peace marr”. There is no need to allow ourselves to float in the swirl of thoughts pivoting from the archaic vaccum of nothingness. Infact, we should be asking us “How much are we living the dream??” Don’t matter, how long that list of regrets or disappointments maybe, if we try to search for that answer, it comes “So much”. So Damn True..!!
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