Navigating myself through the deep narrow lane, seeing people all around, questioning myself 'How difficult is it to understand them?'. The answer was a blank space. The question didn't ring any bells.
Evading from this deep stained misled thinking, I headed back to the square one. The mood was easy to pass with the music worth. The evening mystified well. The unexplained, not forgotten, stayed behind the uneasy part of me.
The following morning I realized the answer existed in something which belonged to me, my observation. It wasn't so simple to get it straight. I looked around, I observed individuals amongst the masses; read their faces and understood their simple, fair and innocent judgmental emotions which eased out so peacefully on them.
Particularly the one, i couldn't forget, an old man in white kurta, with traditional dhoti, standing straight with white mustache rounded near his old wrinkled cheeks. He stood still, smiling proudly with heavy load on his head.
"Now, Do you see the same BLUE sea that I see?" :-)
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
2 Minutes!
2 Minutes!! The easiest way to get off the hook with something you precisely want to avoid. Probably getting the things straight and easy was never an answer in life. The reasoned always wanted to question, the excuse was just few minutes away or like the topic suggests, Just 2 Minutes away.
Is the point of Question an Excuse worth 2 minutes or to test the patience? Probably, An Impatient guy like me would take those 2 minutes as an excuse to get rid of the situation. But like I remember, way back in 1998, badminton court near my house, waiting for my turn to go to the court and play some 'Smash Hits', Arjun mentioned me being completely one who wouldn't agree to my statement above.
So where have I gone wrong?
What is this urge?
What is this Speed?
Its so difficult to track it.
Is it so difficult to slow down...................
But as the fate driving the time line is just questioning my old skills, probably asking me to hang in there and not ruin something precious. Your never know, Probably these 2 minutes are 'Quite' relaxing!.... :)
Is the point of Question an Excuse worth 2 minutes or to test the patience? Probably, An Impatient guy like me would take those 2 minutes as an excuse to get rid of the situation. But like I remember, way back in 1998, badminton court near my house, waiting for my turn to go to the court and play some 'Smash Hits', Arjun mentioned me being completely one who wouldn't agree to my statement above.
So where have I gone wrong?
What is this urge?
What is this Speed?
Its so difficult to track it.
Is it so difficult to slow down...................
But as the fate driving the time line is just questioning my old skills, probably asking me to hang in there and not ruin something precious. Your never know, Probably these 2 minutes are 'Quite' relaxing!.... :)
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Ultimate 'B'
--
"I am Trying to tune to a particular channel. All I can hear is just noise and its so regular!! Stupid Radio".
--
Think of this, the river knows its path. It sincerely does the job of carrying everything that comes in its way. The confusion doesn't exist there. Now relate yourself to this current flow, of this stream. You have just carried your thoughts to the Level 1. Your level 2 is what you need to figure out.
The point is still not clear, isn't it. "Author, The topic is in no relation to what you talking about." So, let me put the ball in your court and ask you this, "In past couple of years, How much time you have devoted to yourself??" (Avoid relating your common life strings to this as I would sincerely ask you to read the second para above to escalate your thoughts).
Relax,Realize,Refresh! See something different in things around you! How have you imagined world to be changing. Picture the Xsy-Y-Zie co-ordinates of your mind and learn to apply the Complex-Yet-So-Simple functions to it. Its easy for you to step up to the Level 2 and you know that is the answer to your Ultimate 'B' :-)
"I am Trying to tune to a particular channel. All I can hear is just noise and its so regular!! Stupid Radio".
--
Think of this, the river knows its path. It sincerely does the job of carrying everything that comes in its way. The confusion doesn't exist there. Now relate yourself to this current flow, of this stream. You have just carried your thoughts to the Level 1. Your level 2 is what you need to figure out.
The point is still not clear, isn't it. "Author, The topic is in no relation to what you talking about." So, let me put the ball in your court and ask you this, "In past couple of years, How much time you have devoted to yourself??" (Avoid relating your common life strings to this as I would sincerely ask you to read the second para above to escalate your thoughts).
Relax,Realize,Refresh! See something different in things around you! How have you imagined world to be changing. Picture the Xsy-Y-Zie co-ordinates of your mind and learn to apply the Complex-Yet-So-Simple functions to it. Its easy for you to step up to the Level 2 and you know that is the answer to your Ultimate 'B' :-)
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
My Personal Doze of Heroin
The blog kept stale for a while. I kept myself preoccupied with something which is never to late to get used to, an Addiction.
"Upstate, cloud cover and a story so strange, full of expressions and thirst covered in midst of blue, black and white. Bloodshed none, but yet it was the rush for it. The quench of thirst was equal in half, one for the rush and one the love. Every sunny day it kept on disappearing, the gems weren't worth the display to the needy and selfish remains of humans."
"He knew he was taking a risk, she wasn't one of them. The smell of her hair and the constant ciphers her brain was talking, it was difficult for him to part. He knew he was vegitarian. His survival was just on animal's blood, but there something missing ..."
I spectate this story daily, wishing to see a new expression; a new gem; a new motive. That defines my addiction, what is yours?
"Upstate, cloud cover and a story so strange, full of expressions and thirst covered in midst of blue, black and white. Bloodshed none, but yet it was the rush for it. The quench of thirst was equal in half, one for the rush and one the love. Every sunny day it kept on disappearing, the gems weren't worth the display to the needy and selfish remains of humans."
"He knew he was taking a risk, she wasn't one of them. The smell of her hair and the constant ciphers her brain was talking, it was difficult for him to part. He knew he was vegitarian. His survival was just on animal's blood, but there something missing ..."
I spectate this story daily, wishing to see a new expression; a new gem; a new motive. That defines my addiction, what is yours?
Monday, June 1, 2009
Smile Out Loud !!
Fading out of the darkness, relaxed motions of the hands I could feel. I could sense them moving, bending, folding. The immediate rush of blood through the hands pinched me.
How valuable these asset are: dipped in the mud to shape the crafts, folding together to respect the almighty, tapping fingers to background music, clapping to extent of recognition and not to forget the trembling offsets proving the uneasiness.
While typing this, my palms rested calm and my fingers are doing the talking. A pop up appears on the screen(right bottom).
The window says, "Hey, How was your day?". The picture next to the text seemed familiar to me. I remembered sharing the same taste of music and I could also recognize the constant smile coming in the form of typed expressions. The mystery of not knowing each other and yet trusting encouraged me to reply back. The Day 2, conversation became a record bagging 200 minutes top, yet it was so difficult to let go the keyboard. The acquaintance wasn't the term to be used anymore. I knew a little more attached to Her!
*Unexpected power, I could understand what had to come in and sometimes what were to exit. In her presence, I couldn't figure out this, indeed it acted wierd and the results were pretty unexpected for both. Though, Angel as I term her now, did her magic and she had to exit!! :-)
How valuable these asset are: dipped in the mud to shape the crafts, folding together to respect the almighty, tapping fingers to background music, clapping to extent of recognition and not to forget the trembling offsets proving the uneasiness.
While typing this, my palms rested calm and my fingers are doing the talking. A pop up appears on the screen(right bottom).
The window says, "Hey, How was your day?". The picture next to the text seemed familiar to me. I remembered sharing the same taste of music and I could also recognize the constant smile coming in the form of typed expressions. The mystery of not knowing each other and yet trusting encouraged me to reply back. The Day 2, conversation became a record bagging 200 minutes top, yet it was so difficult to let go the keyboard. The acquaintance wasn't the term to be used anymore. I knew a little more attached to Her!
*Unexpected power, I could understand what had to come in and sometimes what were to exit. In her presence, I couldn't figure out this, indeed it acted wierd and the results were pretty unexpected for both. Though, Angel as I term her now, did her magic and she had to exit!! :-)
Sunday, May 17, 2009
In Trance
To complete this post, I need to dive myself in that unknown state. The point, where focus is certainly not an issue, it drives itself, separating you from the reality, putting you behind a crystal clear glass. In this state, I could see what is happening to everything or everyone around me, but the control was out of my hands.
------!-----
Its Tuesday Morning, the morning assembly and the chirps of the birds from the trees in the west. The surrounding sets a U-Shaped, red colored tall architecture covered by 'Ashoka' trees from the front and the open ended space met the hockey ground.
Observing my feet, I realized, old black polished shoes on white cemented floor. I looked around, the place was familiar to me and gave the sense of unexpected nostalgic vibes. The scent of the mud and the early morning freshness, the hymn like voices all around me, the passing sunlight through the greens made their way to me.
-----!-------
Opened my eyes, I saw myself sitting at the seat next to 'veeru'. The seat opened to the window on my right to the White Building, why is it a little hazzy.
I heard a voice again. The voice did make some sense to me. It kept on saying the weird known thing repeatedly.
Cu + H2SO4 -- > CuSO4 + H2O
-----!-------
Next I knew I was running to a field. I ignored something important that made me and others proud. The field spread out to 2 Huge Football grounds, with a cricket pitch in between. The left end of the field was covered with 4 volleyball courts and the right end was lush green forest like area, quite unknown to me.
To my precise knowledge, the dial of my watched showed 11:30 right before the lunch. One of the known shouted," We got the volleyball, Gandhi , you take the field. Hold the center position for me.". Nikhil, Parth, Kunjal, Aga, Dhanil, Gandhi, Shanth, Veeru, Rahul, Ashwin were spotted smiling as I observed them from the distance.....
Next I knew, It was early morning in Bangalore. My Bed alarm was the villain of the story. :)
------!-----
Its Tuesday Morning, the morning assembly and the chirps of the birds from the trees in the west. The surrounding sets a U-Shaped, red colored tall architecture covered by 'Ashoka' trees from the front and the open ended space met the hockey ground.
Observing my feet, I realized, old black polished shoes on white cemented floor. I looked around, the place was familiar to me and gave the sense of unexpected nostalgic vibes. The scent of the mud and the early morning freshness, the hymn like voices all around me, the passing sunlight through the greens made their way to me.
-----!-------
Opened my eyes, I saw myself sitting at the seat next to 'veeru'. The seat opened to the window on my right to the White Building, why is it a little hazzy.
I heard a voice again. The voice did make some sense to me. It kept on saying the weird known thing repeatedly.
Cu + H2SO4 -- > CuSO4 + H2O
-----!-------
Next I knew I was running to a field. I ignored something important that made me and others proud. The field spread out to 2 Huge Football grounds, with a cricket pitch in between. The left end of the field was covered with 4 volleyball courts and the right end was lush green forest like area, quite unknown to me.
To my precise knowledge, the dial of my watched showed 11:30 right before the lunch. One of the known shouted," We got the volleyball, Gandhi , you take the field. Hold the center position for me.". Nikhil, Parth, Kunjal, Aga, Dhanil, Gandhi, Shanth, Veeru, Rahul, Ashwin were spotted smiling as I observed them from the distance.....
Next I knew, It was early morning in Bangalore. My Bed alarm was the villain of the story. :)
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Numbers on Papers
[Leaving this line blank]
.... oops did i just waste some with the dots here. My goodness, thanks to 'Blog spot', i can waste more space ;).
[Sounds like some traditional advertisement]
[Evening..]
Busy with the day schedule of work, you return home to give some time to yourself. On the shelf you find a number waiting for you to reach. On the back of your mind, you see the happiness attached with this number, just when it gets to you, it traps you, haunts you.
Does it all answer to your quietness? How many of these numbers do you have in your pasts? How do you manage to return it back to them?
"Huufff ... 23rd of April, so soon. The time is now (depressed)".
[Few Moments later]
Teant Teant!!! Teant Teant!!!
[A Text Message on your mobile, similar to one below]
Dear Customer,
Payment for your
Credit Card XXXX-XXXX-
XXXX-1234,has been
confirmed.
Total Amount Due: 12,xxx Rs/-
Minimum Amount Due: 7xx Rs/-
Amount Paid: 6,xxx Rs/-
[EOM]
.... oops did i just waste some with the dots here. My goodness, thanks to 'Blog spot', i can waste more space ;).
[Sounds like some traditional advertisement]
[Evening..]
Busy with the day schedule of work, you return home to give some time to yourself. On the shelf you find a number waiting for you to reach. On the back of your mind, you see the happiness attached with this number, just when it gets to you, it traps you, haunts you.
Does it all answer to your quietness? How many of these numbers do you have in your pasts? How do you manage to return it back to them?
"Huufff ... 23rd of April, so soon. The time is now (depressed)".
[Few Moments later]
Teant Teant!!! Teant Teant!!!
[A Text Message on your mobile, similar to one below]
Dear Customer,
Payment for your
Credit Card XXXX-XXXX-
XXXX-1234,has been
confirmed.
Total Amount Due: 12,xxx Rs/-
Minimum Amount Due: 7xx Rs/-
Amount Paid: 6,xxx Rs/-
[EOM]
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Secret
Curiosity, eagerness are just taste of few moments right before exploring the secrets. Everyone posses this. Its the girl/guy next door that you know since ages, family member(s), the one you love. No one is an open book. Believe me, you have a secret and even this author does.
The point i want to prove is that everything that we hear starts from a BIG SECRET and then it takes a stage of a rumor or a fact. This blog is out of both.
If I tell you a secret right now, how could i count on you. How could I know that it will be safe with you. How could i end up trusting you when i know that its going to lead to massive issues between us. What if that secret is so heavy on you that you probably thought not knowing it in the first case was better.
But you still want to know. You still want to take your chances. You still want to get into an argument or probably fight with me for it.
What is it that drives you to push on a Secret? Is it this statement, 'If I tell you a secret right now...'
Relax, go back in time and think: How many secrets of yours have really been a secret? Where is the fault?
Figure it out yourself...
You will get the answer within you. See, Now that is a secret.
The point i want to prove is that everything that we hear starts from a BIG SECRET and then it takes a stage of a rumor or a fact. This blog is out of both.
If I tell you a secret right now, how could i count on you. How could I know that it will be safe with you. How could i end up trusting you when i know that its going to lead to massive issues between us. What if that secret is so heavy on you that you probably thought not knowing it in the first case was better.
But you still want to know. You still want to take your chances. You still want to get into an argument or probably fight with me for it.
What is it that drives you to push on a Secret? Is it this statement, 'If I tell you a secret right now...'
Relax, go back in time and think: How many secrets of yours have really been a secret? Where is the fault?
Figure it out yourself...
You will get the answer within you. See, Now that is a secret.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
#3353
Its been a while for me to scribble in this place. So thought might as well take a 180 degree turn from my topic and write a true story that i witnessed today morning. As like usual days, I take auto-rickshaw from my place to office,big thanks to my laziness and not to blame my company to keep flexi timings.
The daily fare from my home to office is some 70 odd figure. But to my notice I always end up paying more. Few days back, I paid some 20 bucks extra for the faulty meter that guy had or it was expected there.
What i witnessed today I wanted to let this out and basically ask some questions to you. Today, as always, i was late by 5 mins. A usual walk from my house to Omega Health care to board an auto from there.
[Omega Health Care]
Me :Outer Ring Road
Auto Rickshaw1 : 1.5 meter
Me: I commute daily and i pay on meter
Auto Rickshaw1: No, 1.5 final
[Moved to the next auto behind, the auto rickshaw driver looked a aged man and i asked him the same question.To my surprise, he agreed on first go... good from me till now].
[Near Junction 100 m away]
Driver: Sir, Pay me 20 rupees extra
Me: You are suppose to mention this to me right before I board it.
Driver: Sir, I understand, but there are problems in my family
Me (sternly): Everyone has problems. Everyone goes through the problems.
Driver: My Daughter is Ill.
I kept quite. He continued.
Driver: There is something to do with liver I guess. I am in such a condition right now that i dont even have 300 Rupees.
[I remembered as everyday i ended up paying more, I can manage this time as well and agreed to pay him 20 more.I opened my bag, reached for my music player to relax over the morning with some good music. ]
[At Old Airport's crossing - 6 Km from my destination]
[The Rickshaw guy looked back]
Driver: Sir, I was hired as a Driver in a family. It seems every bad things happen to me only.
[A thought rushed through my mind. This statement was not so strange to me after all.]
Driver(cont.): Today morning, I thought i could ask them for help. but to my surprise they have left for Delhi this morning. His Mother had a heart attack. Bad Times come to me only.
Sir please help me.
[I felt a bit uncomfortable as i have already been through this situation once and ended up loosing more than gaining, and trust was a major issue. Confused me as always.]
Me: I think everything will take its time to mend. Have Faith in god. He's there to help you.
[*The Turnaround (Again) ...4 Km from the destination]
Driver: Its just the matter of 300 Rupees. Sir, Please see if you could help.
[This time when he looked back he was broken. A tear had dropped off his eyes and..]
Driver(cont.): I gave all my strength to my wife at home and... i am 67 years old, i wish i could do something more... but now i dont have enough strength.
[Turned back]
[I had time to think. I had already done a mistake of helping a stranger. Should i give it another shot or should i stick to my experience and forget all this that ever existed.]
[Confused me took out my wallet and check the money that i had. Since its almost end of month and mostly, No saving I took out 174 Rupees]
Me: This is 174 Rupees. This is maximum i can do right now.
[By saying this i handed him the money 2 Km before the destination.]
Me(cont.): What's the name of your daughter?
Driver(Immidiate Answer): Razia, Razia Sultan. With love, we call her Razu.
[I felt good hearing her name. :)]
[At Destinaiton, I got out of the rickshaw and told him].
Me: Don't weak out. Have faith in god.
[He said 'thank you' in normal Indian tradition of 'Namaste'].
By saying this... I walked to my office...
His autorickshaw number was 3353. Which i could never forget.
------- End of Story---------
There are few questions which I want to ask you.
Question1: Was I right?
Question2: What would you have done?
Question3: What would have confused you?
Question4: Do you think this was true?
Question5: If your answer is yes, What would have been the ultimate barrier to cross?
Thanks for looking into it,
Piyush
The daily fare from my home to office is some 70 odd figure. But to my notice I always end up paying more. Few days back, I paid some 20 bucks extra for the faulty meter that guy had or it was expected there.
What i witnessed today I wanted to let this out and basically ask some questions to you. Today, as always, i was late by 5 mins. A usual walk from my house to Omega Health care to board an auto from there.
[Omega Health Care]
Me :Outer Ring Road
Auto Rickshaw1 : 1.5 meter
Me: I commute daily and i pay on meter
Auto Rickshaw1: No, 1.5 final
[Moved to the next auto behind, the auto rickshaw driver looked a aged man and i asked him the same question.To my surprise, he agreed on first go... good from me till now].
[Near Junction 100 m away]
Driver: Sir, Pay me 20 rupees extra
Me: You are suppose to mention this to me right before I board it.
Driver: Sir, I understand, but there are problems in my family
Me (sternly): Everyone has problems. Everyone goes through the problems.
Driver: My Daughter is Ill.
I kept quite. He continued.
Driver: There is something to do with liver I guess. I am in such a condition right now that i dont even have 300 Rupees.
[I remembered as everyday i ended up paying more, I can manage this time as well and agreed to pay him 20 more.I opened my bag, reached for my music player to relax over the morning with some good music. ]
[At Old Airport's crossing - 6 Km from my destination]
[The Rickshaw guy looked back]
Driver: Sir, I was hired as a Driver in a family. It seems every bad things happen to me only.
[A thought rushed through my mind. This statement was not so strange to me after all.]
Driver(cont.): Today morning, I thought i could ask them for help. but to my surprise they have left for Delhi this morning. His Mother had a heart attack. Bad Times come to me only.
Sir please help me.
[I felt a bit uncomfortable as i have already been through this situation once and ended up loosing more than gaining, and trust was a major issue. Confused me as always.]
Me: I think everything will take its time to mend. Have Faith in god. He's there to help you.
[*The Turnaround (Again) ...4 Km from the destination]
Driver: Its just the matter of 300 Rupees. Sir, Please see if you could help.
[This time when he looked back he was broken. A tear had dropped off his eyes and..]
Driver(cont.): I gave all my strength to my wife at home and... i am 67 years old, i wish i could do something more... but now i dont have enough strength.
[Turned back]
[I had time to think. I had already done a mistake of helping a stranger. Should i give it another shot or should i stick to my experience and forget all this that ever existed.]
[Confused me took out my wallet and check the money that i had. Since its almost end of month and mostly, No saving I took out 174 Rupees]
Me: This is 174 Rupees. This is maximum i can do right now.
[By saying this i handed him the money 2 Km before the destination.]
Me(cont.): What's the name of your daughter?
Driver(Immidiate Answer): Razia, Razia Sultan. With love, we call her Razu.
[I felt good hearing her name. :)]
[At Destinaiton, I got out of the rickshaw and told him].
Me: Don't weak out. Have faith in god.
[He said 'thank you' in normal Indian tradition of 'Namaste'].
By saying this... I walked to my office...
His autorickshaw number was 3353. Which i could never forget.
------- End of Story---------
There are few questions which I want to ask you.
Question1: Was I right?
Question2: What would you have done?
Question3: What would have confused you?
Question4: Do you think this was true?
Question5: If your answer is yes, What would have been the ultimate barrier to cross?
Thanks for looking into it,
Piyush
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