the rant on the race..

..and then we ended up being too full of ourselves. And so full did we become that somehow, we could not see beyond ourselves anymore.

..so strongly did we start asserting our individuality and so limited did our vision become that we just did not look inside people anymore..we became way too literal, way too wise, read too much between the lines, and read too little of what our hearts meant.

..and evolve we did

so god made mankind, and probably the way he had it planned, we were expected to evolve-and evolve we did..or, may be we weren’t exactly created humans but primates who would learn and evolve into humans-but evolve, nonetheless.

as kevin kelly tells us, our primate forefathers learnt if they lived long enough to learn..and then, if they lived long enough to pass their wisdom on, they did pass it on to their daughters and sons, who apparently lived long enough to develop sensibilities to receive wisdom that their mothers and fathers had..this would also, usually, save generations after generations the time spent in discovering wisdom already discovered..thus would evolve a species, and so would, very expectedly, the nature of incremental wisdom being discovered-with better and more advanced learnings usually replacing the basic learnings, generations after generations.

humans, however, amaze me, for they defy all logic. and they just refuse to learn. and everyday, instead of becoming better, become worse..and i wish we learnt to live life, to love each other, to let us love each other, to believe in each other, to trust them, to understand them..and i wish it was this wisdom, and not the walls, not the divisions, not the castes, not the religion, not the borders, not the conflicts, and not the hatred that we passed on to the generations..

..alas, we don't!

half way out of the sheets

it's amazing how people see things about you that you yourself don't, and at times, can't. this is one of those few reasons that are now starting to make me listen to people, for they may be right. and then i wonder, what is that thing that so quietly changes people, that thing that changes people's hearts without they even knowing it is happening to them, that thing that very silently changes the way we think and that thing that leaves you a changed human being without you even realizing that it happened until that wonderful morning when you are just half way out of the sheets starting to wake up and wonder, hey i've changed!

..within

..and may be it is important for a man (and a woman if you are one) to be at peace with himself before he finds peace in the world. and it is important for him to be happy with himself before he treads to find happiness in the world around..and then, as it seems, may be a man needs to live his life more within than without.

..so as it turns out, i have invariably found myself full of this very deeply felt joy when i've looked within and had a tête-à-tête about me over hot chocolate, or over the ironing board..and somehow, it has the effect of this magical healing that transforms my psyche and leaves me amazed just every single time..the creation surely is far more intelligent than we consider it to be!

closer..

so i have a new found respect for life, but it seems that it has been within me for years to be discovered today..and i have a new found respect for people; people who are not perfect, but people who moved me with what they have given me despite their imperfections; and their gift is so much larger than these imperfections that i feel blessed to realise how inconsequential and vain the very idea of those imperfections is; and they have given me something that i probably could never hav given them because i now know i'm not what they so beautifully are; they have given me hope; and they have brought me closer to life; closer to what life is about; closer to what life isnt about; closer to what really is the elixir of human joy; it's that smile of happiness; it's the smile of the soul; and i'm amazed!

for silence and more

I think I live in a world where silence, humility and politeness (all being very different from each other but no lesser to another in import) are appreciated and respected. But at times, i wonder how long can one sustain them when confronted with bitterness and a fabric of thought that does not recognize, and largely dismisses the spirit in which these traits are harbored.

Midway, i wonder if to inflate one's ego to the extent that these others and their words start to seem too small (there, down there) would help. But then somewhere, something inside me speaks up to tell me that distancing, at core, is just another form of escapism. May be, then, what one needs to do is lend a period to being polite, and if confrontation is what people want, may be you should let them have it. But then, all it may leave one with would not probably be as much a sense of triumph as it would be of bitterness.

And then, it gives me some solace to know that what you can do is forgive people for their ignorance, to whatsoever extent they interpret your silence as weakness, to whatsoever degree they call their vocal vehemence a signature of liberalism and what they advocate as the better mantra for life; for what they otherwise ask for, is not good, is not bad; in this beautiful world, it's plain ugly.

For the braves of the world are not who have a laugh manly in the times of comfort; its those who have smiles on their faces in the times most difficult; for it's not those who can feign strength by measures appreciated by this illusioned world; it's those who derive strength from their spirit within; for it's not those who are strong with arms and hence can fight; its those who aren't, and still brave the arena.

For a man who pushes himself to achieve what he had always been told was a impossibility, has so much trust in himself that he offers no explanation for what he has made of himself. And no matter how much may the world mock at him, he smiles within, content and confident, and offers only his silence because he knows, for him, it equals his spoken word. And it's not complacent self deception nor is it a dash of confidence overboard, but a recognition deep within himself that the unknowing world very efficiently fails to afford.

If only this world at the shore had not evolved into a place which recognizes the strength of an ocean ever so calm only when it rages, i wonder if it would have been a better place to live.

Where is all of it going?

Now, as i stood there on the traffic crossroads, one of these new what-do-you-call-them-led-screens(?) was enlightening the crowds about fifty thousand motorists that had been fined (no they didn't mention in past how many years) for honking (gosh! not sure when did that start happening in this democracy-hai-bhai) (i know am putting in too many '-'s and '('s and ')'s in here but may be i can request you to bear with an old friend-an old habit!)

Now we aren't discussing the morality of honking here; so, as i stood there, i wondered where does all the sound in the world go? i understand its a form of energy and it keeps changing forms; from light to heat and-i'm not too sure-to mass and so on and. But then, where does that every honk sinned go? Since the universe is 'the universe', technically, nothing enters or leaves the system. This would then, as per first law of thermodynamics, mean that energy in the universe is constant.

So brethren, (which includes sistren since some conference of Southern Baptists in Memphis; wow, google rocks!), let us understand whether honking (and other sounds aka noises, if u extrapolate the query) is a temporary pollution with some lasting impressions on minds of the listeners-like loss of sanity, inexplicable irritation, ranting, et cetera-or is it really doing something more to our universe. You always thought there was something sinister going on in this world that you didn't know about, didn't u?