They say its within every individual. Just a matter of realization.
Fate, such an underlying force which compels the smallest of creatures to dare the lords and humbles the greatest of victors.
There could be either ways to an argument and neither way would it be deciphered correctly. People end up judging the state of mind a lot more easily than actually knowing whats inside their own.
Ever remember the moment when it all suddenly made sense?
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
Mistakes are forever
If you have always wanted what you could not have, what would you ask for when you could have absolutely anything you want?
Peace
One of the most prevalent causes of unhappiness* is the lack of ability to sit quietly in a room.
For the uninitiated *unhappiness here does not just mean that! It could be anything from restlessness to violent self preservation to just pretending to be happy and this is just an example.
It is strange really how the revelations of the your soul come to you in the most perfunctory of ways. It totally depends on how you end up swallowing it. It keeps coming to you every now and again until you get it.
The choice is never whether to learn or not, its always whether you wish to learn it the easy way or the hard. Sometimes learning kills.
How it reminds of the shortest of travel when you unlearn the lies and live with your conscience permitting all the happiness only to remind again and again.. Learn damn it, Learn.
A man goes to a jungle leaving all of his vices behind. Keeps quiet for what seems a very long long long time. Gets it and explodes with all the goodness he can muster. Is it good?
For the uninitiated *unhappiness here does not just mean that! It could be anything from restlessness to violent self preservation to just pretending to be happy and this is just an example.
It is strange really how the revelations of the your soul come to you in the most perfunctory of ways. It totally depends on how you end up swallowing it. It keeps coming to you every now and again until you get it.
The choice is never whether to learn or not, its always whether you wish to learn it the easy way or the hard. Sometimes learning kills.
How it reminds of the shortest of travel when you unlearn the lies and live with your conscience permitting all the happiness only to remind again and again.. Learn damn it, Learn.
A man goes to a jungle leaving all of his vices behind. Keeps quiet for what seems a very long long long time. Gets it and explodes with all the goodness he can muster. Is it good?
Friday, August 17, 2007
In My Defense
I thought to myself and foresaw I shall be totally
ruined, and the only thing I could expect from the people would be
nothing but hatred and that I shall have lost all my honour, even more
valuable than my life, if I were to kill Gandhiji. But at the same time
I felt that the Indian politics in the absence of Gandhiji would surely
be proved practical, able to retaliate, and would be powerful with
armed forces. No doubt, my own future would be totally ruined, but the
nation would be saved from the inroads of Pakistan. People may even
call me and dub me as devoid of any sense or foolish, but the nation
would be free to follow the course founded on the reason which I consider
to be necessary for sound nation-building. After having fully considered
the question, I took the final decision in the matter, but I did not
speak about it to anyone whatsoever. I took courage in both my hands
and I did fire the shots at Gandhiji on 30th January 1948, on the
prayer-grounds of Birla House.
I have no doubt that honest writers of history will weigh my act
and find the true value thereof some day in future.
Excerpt borrowed without informing from:
http://ngodse.tripod.com/defense.htm
Thursday, August 16, 2007
In a name
Why does the heart suddenly lose a few beats and start beating slowly when certain things from past become apparent over which you have no control over?
Why would you wish it weren't so?
When the pangs of doubt are sowed and fertility is not an issue, you start wondering. Even if you conclude its not really about doubts, just the fact that you want to change what is gone and feel helpless about not being able to do so, your genetic makeup becomes a stumbling block instead of something known as prejudiced melancholic hope.
So why would you take pictures?
They say the expansion of mind is as limitless as the vastness of the universe. I wonder if that is true. If so, how much and to what extent. The pain is searing and the more you dwell on what you know the more you hump the blow hole. It will explode you would think. Realisation is when you know that the pits are not really meant to be filled up. They are to be dug.
You see, at the cost of sounding a retreat, one would want to think - I can't stop now.
And tell me then what happens, you see the sun, if I said sinking, would you judge me to be a pessimist? Seems like troubles coming on around, listening to the thump, breathing.. You wanted marsh-mellows. Everyone sat listening, you wondered if they will..
But you would think this does not make any sense.
Why would you wish it weren't so?
When the pangs of doubt are sowed and fertility is not an issue, you start wondering. Even if you conclude its not really about doubts, just the fact that you want to change what is gone and feel helpless about not being able to do so, your genetic makeup becomes a stumbling block instead of something known as prejudiced melancholic hope.
So why would you take pictures?
They say the expansion of mind is as limitless as the vastness of the universe. I wonder if that is true. If so, how much and to what extent. The pain is searing and the more you dwell on what you know the more you hump the blow hole. It will explode you would think. Realisation is when you know that the pits are not really meant to be filled up. They are to be dug.
You see, at the cost of sounding a retreat, one would want to think - I can't stop now.
And tell me then what happens, you see the sun, if I said sinking, would you judge me to be a pessimist? Seems like troubles coming on around, listening to the thump, breathing.. You wanted marsh-mellows. Everyone sat listening, you wondered if they will..
But you would think this does not make any sense.
Monday, August 13, 2007
A mile to the graveyard
"My only love sprung from my only hate"
What happens when someone says that to you?
What happens when you walk a mile at 4 o'clock in the morning to sit on a grave in the middle of nowhere watching a serene lake wishing it wasn't so, smiling and wanting it to end right there, right then.
Its when you are charged up emotionally, so much so that you could move a grain of sand without ever touching it or summon a ghost and make him torture you and know, that there is nothing in the wide world which wont hurt you badly enough to make the pain go away.
The midnight widgets creak and groan and you think and smile at the tiniest of things knowing that its the beauty which warns you. It might fade away, might simply vanish right in front of your very own eyes leaving you spellbound, wondering right when you thought you knew it all, how could someone visibly similar make something presumably unmovable, disappear?!
Amazement is just a part of the game really, when you think about how someone would make fun of the thing they have and not give a damn about, saying it doesn't matter when the very thing can mean the whole world of happiness to you?
Weird part is when you are so used to it, you start taking it for granted so much so that the best thing that could ever happen to you can easily turn into a big dud. Simply because you thought it would end up like the rest, no one told you its different this time and you ignored your inner voice as you never knew if it was the real thing.
Then the next morning someone tells you about your madness and you realize what you did, you criticize yourself maybe feel ashamed a little, guilt overpowering your existence, you feel like undoing it all over again and you stop. Just for a moment, and you realize its your true you that you can not ever accept. Average sized life for a person wanting to fly high. An average existence to contend with.
You wonder why they all drilled it so deep inside you that you wanted to give your folks a big and much deserved vacation.. even the advertisements on the darned TV wont spare you. You were wrong when you said I want to give them the best, for wife, kids & siblings.. want them to do everything you could not and not have a grain of thought in your mind thinking was that too much? Now was that? when you are bought from your superfluous imagination to a reality bogged down by mediocrity. How can you be happy?
What happens when someone says that to you?
What happens when you walk a mile at 4 o'clock in the morning to sit on a grave in the middle of nowhere watching a serene lake wishing it wasn't so, smiling and wanting it to end right there, right then.
Its when you are charged up emotionally, so much so that you could move a grain of sand without ever touching it or summon a ghost and make him torture you and know, that there is nothing in the wide world which wont hurt you badly enough to make the pain go away.
The midnight widgets creak and groan and you think and smile at the tiniest of things knowing that its the beauty which warns you. It might fade away, might simply vanish right in front of your very own eyes leaving you spellbound, wondering right when you thought you knew it all, how could someone visibly similar make something presumably unmovable, disappear?!
Amazement is just a part of the game really, when you think about how someone would make fun of the thing they have and not give a damn about, saying it doesn't matter when the very thing can mean the whole world of happiness to you?
Weird part is when you are so used to it, you start taking it for granted so much so that the best thing that could ever happen to you can easily turn into a big dud. Simply because you thought it would end up like the rest, no one told you its different this time and you ignored your inner voice as you never knew if it was the real thing.
Then the next morning someone tells you about your madness and you realize what you did, you criticize yourself maybe feel ashamed a little, guilt overpowering your existence, you feel like undoing it all over again and you stop. Just for a moment, and you realize its your true you that you can not ever accept. Average sized life for a person wanting to fly high. An average existence to contend with.
You wonder why they all drilled it so deep inside you that you wanted to give your folks a big and much deserved vacation.. even the advertisements on the darned TV wont spare you. You were wrong when you said I want to give them the best, for wife, kids & siblings.. want them to do everything you could not and not have a grain of thought in your mind thinking was that too much? Now was that? when you are bought from your superfluous imagination to a reality bogged down by mediocrity. How can you be happy?
Friday, August 10, 2007
Wonderful definitions of designations at office.
1) Project Manager is a Person who thinks nine women can deliver a baby in One month.
2) Developer is a Person who thinks it will take 18 months to deliver a Baby.
3) Onsite Coordinator is one who thinks single woman can deliver nine babies in one month.
4) Client is the one who doesn't know why he wants a baby.
5) Marketing Manager is a person who thinks he can deliver a baby even if no man and woman are available.
6) Resource Optimization Team thinks they don't need a man or woman; they'll produce a child with zero resources.
7) Documentation Team thinks they don't care whether the child is delivered, they'll just document 9 months.
8) Quality Auditor is the person who is never happy with the PROCESS to produce a baby.
9) Tester is a person who always tells his wife that this is not the Right baby.
10) HR is a person who thinks that a donkey can deliver a human baby if given 9 months.
2) Developer is a Person who thinks it will take 18 months to deliver a Baby.
3) Onsite Coordinator is one who thinks single woman can deliver nine babies in one month.
4) Client is the one who doesn't know why he wants a baby.
5) Marketing Manager is a person who thinks he can deliver a baby even if no man and woman are available.
6) Resource Optimization Team thinks they don't need a man or woman; they'll produce a child with zero resources.
7) Documentation Team thinks they don't care whether the child is delivered, they'll just document 9 months.
8) Quality Auditor is the person who is never happy with the PROCESS to produce a baby.
9) Tester is a person who always tells his wife that this is not the Right baby.
10) HR is a person who thinks that a donkey can deliver a human baby if given 9 months.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
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