How many times do we feel perturbed and unnecessarily agitated by, ... well temporary distractions.. I wouldn't exactly call them problems but even if I did it really doesn't make the whole thing negative because even the dictionary meaning of problem is - a question proposed for solution or discussion, so ultimately no matter what there will be a solution to anything that I come across as a problem.
But I would prefer to call it a temporary distraction no matter what.. And the good thing is its temporary :) Even the Olympic Silver Medalist Major Rajyawardhan Singh Rathore said in an interview - "Situations have a way of changing.." . The only thing permanent that I find is nature, human nature, that deep instilled characteristic that we call temperament and which we in a very hyped way call 'Attitude'.
Our nature, our temperament is so very elastic in nature; it keeps returning to its usual self. The self that is so occupied with itself that it hardly sees the greater truth. I find myself many a times contradicting; I don't do what I preach... Maybe its like that shayari .. 'Kabhi kabhi yu bhi hamne apne dil ko bahlaya hai, jin baaton ko khud nahi samjhe auron ko samjhaya hai'
But inspite of all these conflicts and opposing traits, I still believe a lot in human aspiration and hope... the oblivious flame that burns in every little soul. I believe that no matter what all situations will change for the better and I will be able to be whoever I want to be and find a way out of these problems .. er temporary distractions.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Pitter patter..
Are blogs better than writing personal diaries? Umm I don't think so, fast yes but not better.. But then speed has taken up our lives and when 'saving time' is on the agenda, who can complain.
Rains are very swift memory seekers, aren't they (Just like Mr. Potter of Griffindor) .. they love to dupe us by their slow pitter-patter while they deftly do their jobs at the back of our minds. Its raining outside, no smarty points for that, you must've guessed it by now and yes its begun to play the trick. And where will the time machine take me this time? Umm I guess school it has to be, the sweet 'bachpan' of yore, the perennial center of nostalgia.
As one grows old, more and more no. of years of the early life get included in our talks that begin with - 'Jab hum chhote the..' As if Maths has some inverse relation with age and blurs the distinction between what was recent and what was older than recent.. I think age is taking its toll on me too :).
Whenever it rains I can only think of green.. green leaves breathing slowly, drained by the effort of keeping alive in the shower and trying their last to retain the remnants of little life giving pearls of water.. Like a lovely, frail lady, bereft of love, drained with her attempts to survive all alone, trying to hold onto the memories of her beloved, the last potions of life...
Ofcourse as a kid I would have never been able to pen that simile, those days jab hum chhote the, I loved to wet myself in the showers, every single pore and loved sailing paper boats in the narrow streams, springing up from nowhere within minutes of rainfall, and that too under an umbrella, lest the boat gets wet...How silly and how sweet and how thoughtful..
And when I could drive, I loved driving under a sharp torrent from the skies, along with friends and sisters... I just loved those rains cause they gave a new meaning to nothingness... They taught how beautiful silence is and that not doing anything can be so fulfilling.. Cause with so much of heavenly play around how can one not be silent and dumb and watch awestruck... And what was the need to do anything and how could anything of more significance be done, anything more urgent and important than gazing the greens around..
And how can one escape from relishing the silence, at its best... Those were the days of sitting in the balcony, listening to soft ghazals of Jagjeet & Chitra, snuggled cozily in a blanket with a tasty novel on the lap and crisp snacks by the side..
OOh mouth watering memories... I still like to gaze from the window and watch the rains but can not say that still relish getting wet crazily like before.. After all some things have to change!
Rains are very swift memory seekers, aren't they (Just like Mr. Potter of Griffindor) .. they love to dupe us by their slow pitter-patter while they deftly do their jobs at the back of our minds. Its raining outside, no smarty points for that, you must've guessed it by now and yes its begun to play the trick. And where will the time machine take me this time? Umm I guess school it has to be, the sweet 'bachpan' of yore, the perennial center of nostalgia.
As one grows old, more and more no. of years of the early life get included in our talks that begin with - 'Jab hum chhote the..' As if Maths has some inverse relation with age and blurs the distinction between what was recent and what was older than recent.. I think age is taking its toll on me too :).
Whenever it rains I can only think of green.. green leaves breathing slowly, drained by the effort of keeping alive in the shower and trying their last to retain the remnants of little life giving pearls of water.. Like a lovely, frail lady, bereft of love, drained with her attempts to survive all alone, trying to hold onto the memories of her beloved, the last potions of life...
Ofcourse as a kid I would have never been able to pen that simile, those days jab hum chhote the, I loved to wet myself in the showers, every single pore and loved sailing paper boats in the narrow streams, springing up from nowhere within minutes of rainfall, and that too under an umbrella, lest the boat gets wet...How silly and how sweet and how thoughtful..
And when I could drive, I loved driving under a sharp torrent from the skies, along with friends and sisters... I just loved those rains cause they gave a new meaning to nothingness... They taught how beautiful silence is and that not doing anything can be so fulfilling.. Cause with so much of heavenly play around how can one not be silent and dumb and watch awestruck... And what was the need to do anything and how could anything of more significance be done, anything more urgent and important than gazing the greens around..
And how can one escape from relishing the silence, at its best... Those were the days of sitting in the balcony, listening to soft ghazals of Jagjeet & Chitra, snuggled cozily in a blanket with a tasty novel on the lap and crisp snacks by the side..
OOh mouth watering memories... I still like to gaze from the window and watch the rains but can not say that still relish getting wet crazily like before.. After all some things have to change!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
i.e. life
Life is nothing short of ... er everything.. Its a mixed veg. with the seasonal ones appearing fresh and tasting yum while the wilted subtracting the flavor on the palate. I would give life a 10 on 10 but whom am I actually playing against.. My life which is my own and has been created by me, well almost cause I would have to still allow for the 'luck/destiny' factor to let people continue reading without that wise piece of advice always given so matter of factly...
I have always loved those lines - 'The greatest enemy is your mind.. and the only one to be tamed, cause everything exists in the mind'. But its not so simple to master the wily giant.. is it!
I have not had the privilege to see the entire movie 'Matrix' but in the span of 10 mins. I could comprehend that it was about the mind game. And would love to see it some day.. To be able to see oneself from a distance and analyse one's thoughts and actions is a skill, not a gift, that very few have developed.. My nascent skill is taking too long to develop ..thanks to my typical mortal characteristic of self-indulgence.
I am sure billions of creatures on Mother Earth would be like me...
I have always loved those lines - 'The greatest enemy is your mind.. and the only one to be tamed, cause everything exists in the mind'. But its not so simple to master the wily giant.. is it!
I have not had the privilege to see the entire movie 'Matrix' but in the span of 10 mins. I could comprehend that it was about the mind game. And would love to see it some day.. To be able to see oneself from a distance and analyse one's thoughts and actions is a skill, not a gift, that very few have developed.. My nascent skill is taking too long to develop ..thanks to my typical mortal characteristic of self-indulgence.
I am sure billions of creatures on Mother Earth would be like me...
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