This is first of the many posts that shall follow.. Random, mad, a little cranky thoughts..
Been off this platform for more than a year..
Haven’t been reading and traveling as much as I did before.. But the journey that I look forward for holds a lot of promise…
In the last 6 months, a lot of things have changed.. Or may be my perception about them has…
The road since then has been getting narrower…footsteps tend to fumble over loose gravel..
You need a clear mind and a firm grip to balance and take you forward.. One wrong foot and you are all out.
Back to level 1 with 1 life less.
Only thing that has remained the same is the determination and the force to achieve.
Technically, A push or pull is called force..
But this one has been only pushing me to limits. Making me dream. Making me believe, that the dawn tomorrow will be better than this dark night.
And at this moment if one were to ask me…What is it that is driving you? … I would say it is THIS force!
It has always been there… And I hope it does forever.
After the 3 month election saga, I have finally managed to crop in some time for my daily reading. Though I had been reading a bit of Haruki Murakami before this, I thought I ll branch off to an Indian writer for the interim.
Just last week I visited my brother in Mumbai where we were roaming around looking out for books. One notable book that I got my hands on was “AS I SEE IT, LK Advani’s Blog Posts“. As an impulsive buyer the first thought was to buy a copy of it there itself, of course after skimming through a couple of pages of the book.
But then I purchased the book on Flipkart.
Why I am particularly mentioning the post name as “On Hindutva and Hinduism” is because the ideas about Hinduism that Shri. L.K. Advaniji has mentioned and quoted a few editors of some dailies in his book, is the same that I posses. I believe it was some 2 years back that me and my friend Spiffer had a discussion on Hinduism. I recollect we saying that Hinduism is more of a set of rules / practices rather than a religion. Having said this, there are no defined rules that one has to practice. There are deviations / subsets to these rules and one may practice how they suit him the best.
Following are some excerpts from one of Advaniji’s posts where he quotes Fareed Zakaria.
Fareed Zakaria, Editor of Newsweek International, has recently written a book “The Post American World” in which he has repeatedly emphasized that Hinduism is not a religion in the ‘Abrahamic’ sense of the word. Zakaria writes:
“Every sect and sub-sect of Hinduism worships its own God, Goddess, or holy creature. Every family forges its own distinct version of Hinduism. You can pay your respects to some beliefs, and not to others. You can be a vegetarian or eat meat. You can pray or not pray. None of these choices determines whether you are a Hindu. There is no heresy or apostasy, because there is no core set of beliefs, no doctrine, and no commandments.”
Zakaria argues that it is this non-doctrinaire character that gives Hinduism its absorptive and assimilative power. I hold that it is this Hindu ethos that accounts for the success of both democracy as well as secularism in India.
He also goes further and quotes the Supreme Court’s decision that “Hindutva is a way of life or state of mind and cannot be understood as religious Hindu fundamentalism”…and that Hindutva and Indian secularism are practically synonyms.
To view the entire blog post of Advaniji on the above subject Click Here.
The book is really an awesome read. There are myriad important things in the book which deserve special mention and I will make it a point to list out a few in the next posts that I write.
As people walk into your life, at times you know in a flash that they are going to strike a chord with you in some cardinal way. They enter your life for a reason. To teach you to love, hate, to help you figure out who you really want to achieve in life, to give you company when you have no one. These people could be anyone. Your benchmate at college, colleague at work, your soulmate, a stranger you co-incidently happened to meet.
Some stay, some depart. Some leave scars while some leave pleasant memories.Then there are a few who make you dance while some would awaken us to a new understanding by passing on some wisdom.
Everyone here is scripting their own journey. But without meeting certain people this journey would be incomplete. Not in the sense that all of these people would complete you but rather some of the most important lessons in life would never be learnt without them.
At first you might feel that the things that happens to you are the cruelest that can happen to anyone. But if you contemplate you would know that you might have never realised your true potential, your weakness, your self without the people who leave a scar on you. After all life is not like a semester paper with a truck load of questions fired at you at once but like small daily assignments that you learn upon as you progress.
And yes, finally, there is one who makes star gazing ever so wonderful and you wish you could hug him/her the first thing in the morning. If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them, for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious when you open your heart. Probably these are the ones that teach you the most important experiences in life.
And finally I would like to add that this is your life, do what yo really want to do. Quit things you dislike or atleast make an attempt to. If you start doing the things that you love then you will most definately find your love on the same road waiting for you.
P.S. I am no evangelist and do not intend to be one.
To put it up in a few & simple words. The plan was simple. Meet up with Pearl. Thats it. Had been a year since I had met my buddy last. The initial talks and rough schedules were chalked in late March and the ticket booked early April. With the return back to Goa (Mode & Day) not finalized I boarded the Mandovi Express.
The journey saw me reaching the end of Jack London’s “White Fang” (almost, 2 chaps left) and staring out of the windowpane time and time again. It would have been an ordinary journey hadnt a person so special to me made the efforts to meet me. It felt so special.
From then on the entire trip was good. At times I did feel like a messenger spreading love across two states. Met Shailesh at Dadar. One of the most amiable people I have come across till date.
My first travel through a Mumbai Local. I got my self a 2nd class ticket only to see human hands clinging on to the handles in the train and their bodies dangling out. The hands were many and the handles few. People jostling their way in and out of the local train. I took a good look at my self. One body, One DSLR, One shoulder bag and one trolley bag.Just enough merchandize to get myself kicked out of the 2nd class, I thought. I had to purchase a 1st class ticket so that the train could accomodate my luggage. I reached my cousin’s place at Jogeshwari where i put up for that night and the one to follow.
I woke up the next day with my cell ringing. It was Shailesh calling. If I reached back Goa as the way I wanted to is only because of him. He booked my return ticket to Goa by rail. Thats like “my favorite mode of transport”. Had to collect the train ticket from him from CST so traveled till there with Neha. Met Shailesh at the station and he showed us around. Thanks bro for everything. Went THROUGH the Fashion Street and had a slpendid Butterscotch Falooda at Badshah’s.
Had really nice conversations Neha and Nishita. Got to know my cousins better.
The next day, the schedule wa fixed. Roam around Andheri and lunch with Pearl and dinner with her friends along. I still remember the time you first told me about them. Only wish tupi was around.Would have had a blast of a time. Met up with pearl at Infiniti Mall where she totally failed to recognise me. :@ :@ And then she was like “Oh! My God!! “
Yeay! Finally two buddies together and lots to talk about but didnt know where to start. hehe. She spots the DSLR in his hand and its all over. Click Click Click Click! From noon till midnight. We did a little shopping and went separate ways only to meet up again for dinner the same late evening. It was fun, like crazy fun being with Bunkim, Abhishek and Sonel (and ofcourse Pearl). “Aadha hi laya kya??” is still very fresh in my head.. LOL.. By the way dear, thanks for the Easter egg. Switched from one restuarant to the other to have a proper dinner. Finally had something very decent at Pop Tate’s. After dinner we went our separate ways and the following day early morning I departed to Goa.
Carried back a million memories, zipped and forever etched into my heart. 22-23-24-25 — April — 2011
“Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?”
Found it here
Having just the kind of feeling as a traveller would have at the sight of water in a desert.. No no, I haven’t been traveling or touring places nor intend to do so in the coming few weeks.
I have somehow managed to abstain myself from a machine that is so close to my heart. As a matter of fact, it is supposed to be close to my eyes and hands too. It aids in making me stand on my feet (not literally). It grips me when I am working on my code so in a way, keeps my brain active too. And since I have to go to my office to do all this, it keeps me healthy by means of regular small walks before and after office hours. Sometimes attending meetings where active exchange of ideas take place, it helps me to know the level at which the top officials think or have to.
With all this presently being in the passive state, I realized how important this one machine is in my life.
This whole thing kind of recoiled me. A transition. Back to writing letters, reading newspapers more than the news from the internet, back to jogging early morning and late evenings to keep those bones fine. Routine has changed its form. But nonetheless it is a routine again. Its like a substitute for the things which happened at the rate of clicks, sub-consciously, without any extra efforts.
Ah yes, I completed reading Ayn Rand‘s legendary classic – The Fountainhead. It is a profound book.
Some of the quotes from the same
“It stands to reason that where there’s sacrifice, there’s someone collecting sacrificial offerings. Where there’s service, there’s someone being served. The man who speaks to you of sacrifice, speaks of slaves and masters. And intends to be the master.”
“Kill reverence and you’ve killed the hero in man.”
“Throughout the centuries there were men who took first steps down new roads armed with nothing but their own vision. Their goals differed, but they all had this in common: that the step was first, the road new, the vision unborrowed, and the response they received–hatred. The great creators–the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors–stood alone against the men of their time. Every great new thought was opposed. Every great new invention was denounced. The first motor was considered foolish. The first airplane was considered impossible. The power loom was considered vicious. Anesthesia was considered sinful. But the men of unborrowed vision went ahead. They fought, they suffered and they paid. But they won.”
“I can accept anything, except what seems to be the easiest for most people: the half-way, the almost, the just-about, the in-between.”