The dawn….
Through the rain showers, windy days, sweltering afternoons….. How long has it been since I was just an infant…. One who fascinated everyone not only in my own family, but also any passerby…. For rare s a person who can pass by a newly born human being without some sort of reaction….
Don’t we all look forward to changes, but at the same time when that which we desire has happened, be slightly dazed by what has taken place?
The child would love to bask under the attention from the elders and enjoy being cosseted.. But after a point, she would want to grow up and walk for herself… When the initial glorifying moment of realization that she could finally walk has passed there definitely would be a brief period when she would not be able to comprehend why people were not insisting on carrying her everywhere after she had displayed her ability to walk… It is not that she regrets walking but wonders why the old way of living also could not continue…!
We all do want to assume responsibilities and prove our mettle… To show that we are capable of any responsibility that we may be entrusted upon… But nevertheless, no matter how much we enjoy the new responsibility, the onus of being answerable to someone, the pride of having established our own way of living there lurks the memory of our childhood which undoubtedly is the golden period of our lives…..
The same person who wanted to take up more important things to do, would still reminisce the days which were wholly devoted to chasing little insects all over the place, eluding grandmother as she pursued one with one’s dinner with enticing stories about demons and the like and the promise of a trip to the moon, the numerous silly questions that could be put forth to mother as she prepared the breakfast, sitting over father’s lap when he was obviously involved in some work, knowing perfectly well that he would not shrug you off…with a gentle and some times impish smile, without even being aware of it…
I always marvel the ingenious design of god… By making us having such memories, and also willing to face life like an adult, He ensures the cycle goes on… People with such memories definitely will have the right attitude to shape their children up into similar individuals…. It is only those unfortunate brothers and sisters of ours who did not grow up with innocence turn out to be violent and end up jeopardizing their lives as well as those of others.
Let us hope that every new addition to the human population comes with a promise of a happy childhood… Then we can rest assured that the dawn is fast approaching….
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Ticking away….
The clock ticks by…
Hours and minutes fly…!
I grope around to find
The desire in my mind-
That which I wish,
Would, one day manifest,
Filling the huge vacuum
Which now causes much unrest!
Should I be a minister?
Or maybe a CEO?
Am I to be a writer?
Or shall I play a cello?
Ask your heart they say…
Great man were led by it…
No use, anyway…
It can’t speak, now, can it…?
Well what is my passion…
Something I enjoy…
For which occupation
Do I unhesitatingly employ
My intelligence, brilliance
Diligence and any other sense?
(Now my friends may opine
about the intelligence of mine.
I will not contest it, deny or moan…
Some matters are better left alone!)
Well, that is a good question
For I have not an answer
But a list of “I love to-“ as in
I love to be Harry Potter
Or maybe I should have been his creator…
Sometimes, a news reporter…
Hmmm…. Maybe later,
I would love to dance,
Or do penance.
Save the world one day…
Or be the damsel in distress…
One hop here and one hop there…
Wanting to be everywhere!
“The mind is a monkey”
That is the common perception
But mine is an exception
“Like the maker of honey”
Yes, the bee- that is how I am.
My journey ends not in one flower
But my final abode is not the hive
Fun, frolic, thrill and adventure
Every moment-that is how I live
Every wish is an opportunity
To unravel a new ability
No time to ponder or speculate
Argue, reason out or validate
Come what may, I shall try
My spirits shall always soar high
Because-
The clock ticks by…
Hours and minutes fly…!
The clock ticks by…
Hours and minutes fly…!
I grope around to find
The desire in my mind-
That which I wish,
Would, one day manifest,
Filling the huge vacuum
Which now causes much unrest!
Should I be a minister?
Or maybe a CEO?
Am I to be a writer?
Or shall I play a cello?
Ask your heart they say…
Great man were led by it…
No use, anyway…
It can’t speak, now, can it…?
Well what is my passion…
Something I enjoy…
For which occupation
Do I unhesitatingly employ
My intelligence, brilliance
Diligence and any other sense?
(Now my friends may opine
about the intelligence of mine.
I will not contest it, deny or moan…
Some matters are better left alone!)
Well, that is a good question
For I have not an answer
But a list of “I love to-“ as in
I love to be Harry Potter
Or maybe I should have been his creator…
Sometimes, a news reporter…
Hmmm…. Maybe later,
I would love to dance,
Or do penance.
Save the world one day…
Or be the damsel in distress…
One hop here and one hop there…
Wanting to be everywhere!
“The mind is a monkey”
That is the common perception
But mine is an exception
“Like the maker of honey”
Yes, the bee- that is how I am.
My journey ends not in one flower
But my final abode is not the hive
Fun, frolic, thrill and adventure
Every moment-that is how I live
Every wish is an opportunity
To unravel a new ability
No time to ponder or speculate
Argue, reason out or validate
Come what may, I shall try
My spirits shall always soar high
Because-
The clock ticks by…
Hours and minutes fly…!
What is the (right) point….
Which is the right thing for anyone to do? No one really knows …Because what seems to be the right thing, the ultimate sacrifice or martyrism to one person or a particular section of people does shock or kindle the anger of another section of the population…
The leader of one sect may even assume the role of a demi-god to his followers but he may be the epitome of evil to his counterparts on the other side of the camp. So is there really any point in analyzing the actions, words or thoughts of any individual or group? Naturally, to each person, his belief is the ultimate truth. He is going to accept and practice only that doctrine which he trusts, or that which comes from a source which he does not doubt.
Don’t we sometimes ponder as to why there have been so many people who thought their lives were less valuable than the cause for which they gave up their lives? Don’t we also love our country? But how many of us would be ready to lay down all that we consider to be our assets?
The difference is that those people had a conviction. They believed that their cause was their greatest asset. I was really shocked to find that there are actually youngsters who think this sort of sacrifice was made by people “who have some mental problem” !!
But does it mean that these youngsters are bad? No… It is just that their set of values, their idea of satisfaction, joy, sorrow, everything is diametrically opposite to those whom they were criticizing. Is it only because they belong to different generations? If I were to opine, I would say that the difference is not in the time in which people live, but the events and various stimuli from their environment which shape up their personalities.
Also what would be the reaction of the martyrs if they were to revisit the places or people for whom they perished? Would they feel the joy they had been awaiting? Would they feel all those emotions they craved for, but still were ready to give up if it would mean others could benefit from their sacrifice? Sometimes I think it is “Like a child crying for the moon. What would the child do after having the moon?” ( Quoting Rhett Butler from the classic “Gone with the wind”).
This is one of the conundrums which make life such an adventure. Some questions like these give rise to too many answers, triggering further questions and also various interpretations… It is in an attempt to solve this that there have been so many ascetics, sadhus and saints in our land, living in isolation, performing rigorous penances…By the way, do you think there is any point in asking such deep questions? Is life not for just living?
Yet another puzzle for us to sort out?!
The leader of one sect may even assume the role of a demi-god to his followers but he may be the epitome of evil to his counterparts on the other side of the camp. So is there really any point in analyzing the actions, words or thoughts of any individual or group? Naturally, to each person, his belief is the ultimate truth. He is going to accept and practice only that doctrine which he trusts, or that which comes from a source which he does not doubt.
Don’t we sometimes ponder as to why there have been so many people who thought their lives were less valuable than the cause for which they gave up their lives? Don’t we also love our country? But how many of us would be ready to lay down all that we consider to be our assets?
The difference is that those people had a conviction. They believed that their cause was their greatest asset. I was really shocked to find that there are actually youngsters who think this sort of sacrifice was made by people “who have some mental problem” !!
But does it mean that these youngsters are bad? No… It is just that their set of values, their idea of satisfaction, joy, sorrow, everything is diametrically opposite to those whom they were criticizing. Is it only because they belong to different generations? If I were to opine, I would say that the difference is not in the time in which people live, but the events and various stimuli from their environment which shape up their personalities.
Also what would be the reaction of the martyrs if they were to revisit the places or people for whom they perished? Would they feel the joy they had been awaiting? Would they feel all those emotions they craved for, but still were ready to give up if it would mean others could benefit from their sacrifice? Sometimes I think it is “Like a child crying for the moon. What would the child do after having the moon?” ( Quoting Rhett Butler from the classic “Gone with the wind”).
This is one of the conundrums which make life such an adventure. Some questions like these give rise to too many answers, triggering further questions and also various interpretations… It is in an attempt to solve this that there have been so many ascetics, sadhus and saints in our land, living in isolation, performing rigorous penances…By the way, do you think there is any point in asking such deep questions? Is life not for just living?
Yet another puzzle for us to sort out?!
My avatar....super hero...?
It is one of the greatest irritants anywhere. I can manage the traffic, the
heat, the sweat....but this is something I literally run away from...Not only me, i think no
one is an exception...Even the bravest of the brave.
Yup , slush.. the brown pasty liquid stuff that awaits the proper chance to adorn your
dress...That is what i am talking about. It is almost a war between me and the ferocious
and duty driven office goers, share auto drivers, bus drivers and the numerous auto drivers..
I marvel my ability to dive out of the reach of the last drop of slush and mud.. What joy and sense of accomplishment fills my mind at that time.!! It is as if i have evaded a most
dangerous and cunning enemy. ha ha!!
This exercise may naturally irritate many people who, do not have the time to analyse and discover the beautiful design god has made to prepare us for the rigors of life...I do not blame them.. They have better things to do unlike me, who , being in bench, have to think of something..
The danger on road on or on the day after a rainy day is omnipresent, especially in crowded places where your reflexes have to be quick unless you want to go to your destination like one of the villains in Scoobydoo{of course this is an exaggeration :-)
Harmony....?
The wide spread belief is that the female mind is an enigma…But is the enigmatic nature restricted to only the feminine? I would say no.. The mind is the most complex device ever engineered. Its complexity eludes the understanding of the very person in whom it is housed… Would we not give anything to that person who would be able to tell us why we spoke something or reacted in a particular way or made a particular decision or teach us how to consciously influence our decisions…?!
Sans doubte… So often I have marveled the independence of the mind from the brain… Under difficult or emotional situations, the mind enjoys flaunting its freedom and even superior command over our actions in front of the poor brain..(irrespective of the intelligence level of the brain) No one is an exception.
So many people talk of controlling the mind… But I feel it is unfair to have such a biased opinion.. After all , the mind is nothing but our true self. It is the mind that makes the most important decisions of our lives.. Oh yes.. exams, interviews… we require the intelligence of the brain, But what about the attitude which is the basis of all our endeavours? Skills are those which we develope as wished by our mind, we only leverage the ability of our brains to carry out the dictat of our mind…
What about the happiness we feel while we listen to good music… when we laugh…when we cry… All our emotions depend upon the, shall we say, standards set by it. So why control it like a foreign entity? The first thing we must learn is to let ourselves free… Let our mind do its job… Discretion and prudence are of course necessary… Let my previous statement not be a misleading one, which would encourage people to do as they please without considering the pros and cons of a decision. The crux of what I am trying to say is that the mind need not be curbed, but the way to lead a satisfying life is to have a perfectly harmonious relationship between one’s mind and brain..
I know what would be the next line of thought in any reader’s mind… How well has the writer practiced what she says.. I am in the process of achieving it… Though the highest level is difficult to achieve, I believe it is not impossible… I also do want the masala components of life.. The conflicts between the mind and the brain and the chain of events after them that shape our lives… So the writer will not want a perfect harmony between the two parts of her.. After all, there is no such thing as perfect symmetry, even in nature…
This write up is proof enough for the complexity of the human mind, is it not..? I daresay you would agree… :-)
Sans doubte… So often I have marveled the independence of the mind from the brain… Under difficult or emotional situations, the mind enjoys flaunting its freedom and even superior command over our actions in front of the poor brain..(irrespective of the intelligence level of the brain) No one is an exception.
So many people talk of controlling the mind… But I feel it is unfair to have such a biased opinion.. After all , the mind is nothing but our true self. It is the mind that makes the most important decisions of our lives.. Oh yes.. exams, interviews… we require the intelligence of the brain, But what about the attitude which is the basis of all our endeavours? Skills are those which we develope as wished by our mind, we only leverage the ability of our brains to carry out the dictat of our mind…
What about the happiness we feel while we listen to good music… when we laugh…when we cry… All our emotions depend upon the, shall we say, standards set by it. So why control it like a foreign entity? The first thing we must learn is to let ourselves free… Let our mind do its job… Discretion and prudence are of course necessary… Let my previous statement not be a misleading one, which would encourage people to do as they please without considering the pros and cons of a decision. The crux of what I am trying to say is that the mind need not be curbed, but the way to lead a satisfying life is to have a perfectly harmonious relationship between one’s mind and brain..
I know what would be the next line of thought in any reader’s mind… How well has the writer practiced what she says.. I am in the process of achieving it… Though the highest level is difficult to achieve, I believe it is not impossible… I also do want the masala components of life.. The conflicts between the mind and the brain and the chain of events after them that shape our lives… So the writer will not want a perfect harmony between the two parts of her.. After all, there is no such thing as perfect symmetry, even in nature…
This write up is proof enough for the complexity of the human mind, is it not..? I daresay you would agree… :-)
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