Hello Roadies,
Since the whole concept of blogging (atleast for me) is to maintain a flow of ideas; I had posted the article "The Road less Travelled" as a preliminary path finder for one of my friends. His problem is a bit more complex...say something like moving from Linear to Quadratic Equations.
I respect the judgement of the reader group hence am putting his problem for analysis before you. You may reply to me by phone or mail but the better idea is to share your perspective here itself. Those of you who want to keep their identity secret may do so by choosing "Anonymous"
Ok here we go....The guy in question (lets call him Guy) has a love interest(Love) . He finds the L charming, witty, cheerful social and intelligent, the gal next door whom you can take home to your mom....just the kind of partner most of us would desire. Also let me reinforce the fact that this is not the case of "love blindness". L also loves him with an equal passion and they do make a good match, emotionally and physically. For those of you who believe in horscopes and destiny,I have a good news...The Kundali of the two match, par excellence in all standards.They even belng to the same caste and sect, so it couldnt have been more perfect.
However, the real problem is G is soon to be engaged to a lady(Engaged), chosen by his parents. By any standards unless you wish to have a dumb doormat for a wife,L is better than W in all respects. W is blissfully unaware of the crackling chemistry that is working havoc beween her supposed fiancee and L. L is well aware of the situation but she chooses to ignore the situation (until you guyz decide :)) as she shares with G something beyond love...a deep friendship that stems from common tastes and interests. The current situation is that when G and L meet they choose ot to discuss the topic and concentrate on what they have....things to discuss, silences to be shared....
On his part G is unwilling to speak to his parents on the issue. He feels it will create a scandal putting his parents in a hurt mode from which they might not be able to recover in their old age. He has not spoken to anyone in the family about this.
So what do we do? Plausible pathways in the process can be:
1. G talks to his parents about the situation. No parents are Hitlers. They should atleast be made aware of the situation and depending on the feedback(positive or negative) he should decide the future course action.
2. G and L put an instant stop to all communications between them. Breaking an engagement is an absolute scandal. It may hurt badly for a few days but then its the best for everyone in question. L is sure to find a nice guy with whom she can spend a life without being called a husband stealer.
3.G and L stick together till one of them is married off.Cut all contacts once this happens.Thats called making hay while the sun shines.
4. Stick together for a lifetime as friends. Cut off the passion part and go over the life as if nothing existed between them beyond a few common tastes. That ways they retain each other and everyone is happy. Time of course will heal all wounds.
5. Any other options.
Do get back on this and it will put a lot of order in a couple of lives. Thanks!
-Robin
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
The Road Less Travelled
There are always two roads; or maybe more than that and then one or some of them becomes the less travelled one. What road to take??
Asked generally, on a scale of 100; I get very mixed reactions. 55 people say, they will take the longer route because it gives them the pleasure of spending some time with themselves, while the remaining 45 people say that the shorter route is better; as they are out on some work and the path shouldnt allow them to lose the focus. But the difference of the two areas marked above is very small. Just 10.Considering the vagaries and unpredictibility of the human nature 10 people can easily change their stance depending on the factors mentioned below.
1. Purpose of travel: For some one who is in a hurry to get away to a destination the shorter path is the obvious choice. Its a universal law that children trotter to school and rush back home. On the other hand the rebellious teens do just the opposite. The company of friends is far more endearing than the confines of the home.
2. The Route: There can be a long route; that goes over the valleys and hills and has a brook in with clear shining waters that reflect the heaven above. Another can be a shorter one but dull and drab. The eternal dreamer will take the longer route irrespective of what waits at the end.
3. Mood: One of the greatest factors that affects human beings(I wonder if the animals are also affected by it???).for no obvious reasons we do things that might not make sense at all. The boss might be waiting in the office but give him a damn and take your time What is the most he or she will do?Sacking? Oh who cares?????
4.Mescellaneous: Other factors like the mode of transit, the weather, the fellow travellers and in a city like Delhi the traffic jams, the money in the pocket and the petrol in the vehicle play a major role in deciding the routes.
Imagine yourself to be a traveller who has a long way to go. The destination is not clear; meaning thereby; that each stop that you take gives an insight into what road has to be taken further. On this particular turn in the journey;its your last stop in a human settlement. Beyond there is nothing but vastness and loneliness. Having come a long way you are disillusioned by the length of the journey and the hardness of the terrain. There are no friends who can take the journey with you.Also if you start it may be weeks before you see another human face or speak a word. The path is difficult and it might b possible that you actually reach the end of life before the end of the journey What should be done? If you dont travel you are lost and if you do you are again lost.
How many times in life have you been assailed by such doubts? Of being there and not being there. Of giving up the smaller creature comforts for a larger good or retaining the happiness of everyone concerned at the price of one big sacrifice. In moments of such doubt what do you do? Listen to ur head or heart? You wanted to be a singer but ended up as a software engineer.One big sacrifice and everyone is happy. Or you give up the comforts of a 9:00 to 5:00 job to pursue the dreams of being a filmstar. Your friends and family call you a fool. What to do what not do?
In my opinion its possible to bring about a consensus between the head and the heart. The middle road. Dont give up on either of them. Be a successful software enginner and pursue music as a hobby. If you are really passionate about it nothing is ever going to stop you.And never forget that you might combine the 2 roads but then there are no short cuts to success. Everything requires dedication and passion.
In case you do not have the option to "combine" the 2 roads; take either of them. It s as simple as giving yourself two options and choosing one of them; blindfolded. Trust me each of the roads have an equal number of pros and cons. On some you reach the destination early while on the other you might find a friend who can drop you in his vehicle. Choose one and follow it whole heartedly. The boulder of problems appear on the way if you start looking back and repenting the road not travelled. If still nothing looks fine; dont get disillusioned. We often start cursing things and people based on the current scenario. looking in the big picture gives a lot of clarity and preciseness.However at the same time heed what others say. The mind should have the ability to filter the right from the wrong.eg. Going via a dangerous mountain path isnt advisible on a rainy evening no matter how beautiful the scenery may be.
Asked generally, on a scale of 100; I get very mixed reactions. 55 people say, they will take the longer route because it gives them the pleasure of spending some time with themselves, while the remaining 45 people say that the shorter route is better; as they are out on some work and the path shouldnt allow them to lose the focus. But the difference of the two areas marked above is very small. Just 10.Considering the vagaries and unpredictibility of the human nature 10 people can easily change their stance depending on the factors mentioned below.
1. Purpose of travel: For some one who is in a hurry to get away to a destination the shorter path is the obvious choice. Its a universal law that children trotter to school and rush back home. On the other hand the rebellious teens do just the opposite. The company of friends is far more endearing than the confines of the home.
2. The Route: There can be a long route; that goes over the valleys and hills and has a brook in with clear shining waters that reflect the heaven above. Another can be a shorter one but dull and drab. The eternal dreamer will take the longer route irrespective of what waits at the end.
3. Mood: One of the greatest factors that affects human beings(I wonder if the animals are also affected by it???).for no obvious reasons we do things that might not make sense at all. The boss might be waiting in the office but give him a damn and take your time What is the most he or she will do?Sacking? Oh who cares?????
4.Mescellaneous: Other factors like the mode of transit, the weather, the fellow travellers and in a city like Delhi the traffic jams, the money in the pocket and the petrol in the vehicle play a major role in deciding the routes.
Imagine yourself to be a traveller who has a long way to go. The destination is not clear; meaning thereby; that each stop that you take gives an insight into what road has to be taken further. On this particular turn in the journey;its your last stop in a human settlement. Beyond there is nothing but vastness and loneliness. Having come a long way you are disillusioned by the length of the journey and the hardness of the terrain. There are no friends who can take the journey with you.Also if you start it may be weeks before you see another human face or speak a word. The path is difficult and it might b possible that you actually reach the end of life before the end of the journey What should be done? If you dont travel you are lost and if you do you are again lost.
How many times in life have you been assailed by such doubts? Of being there and not being there. Of giving up the smaller creature comforts for a larger good or retaining the happiness of everyone concerned at the price of one big sacrifice. In moments of such doubt what do you do? Listen to ur head or heart? You wanted to be a singer but ended up as a software engineer.One big sacrifice and everyone is happy. Or you give up the comforts of a 9:00 to 5:00 job to pursue the dreams of being a filmstar. Your friends and family call you a fool. What to do what not do?
In my opinion its possible to bring about a consensus between the head and the heart. The middle road. Dont give up on either of them. Be a successful software enginner and pursue music as a hobby. If you are really passionate about it nothing is ever going to stop you.And never forget that you might combine the 2 roads but then there are no short cuts to success. Everything requires dedication and passion.
In case you do not have the option to "combine" the 2 roads; take either of them. It s as simple as giving yourself two options and choosing one of them; blindfolded. Trust me each of the roads have an equal number of pros and cons. On some you reach the destination early while on the other you might find a friend who can drop you in his vehicle. Choose one and follow it whole heartedly. The boulder of problems appear on the way if you start looking back and repenting the road not travelled. If still nothing looks fine; dont get disillusioned. We often start cursing things and people based on the current scenario. looking in the big picture gives a lot of clarity and preciseness.However at the same time heed what others say. The mind should have the ability to filter the right from the wrong.eg. Going via a dangerous mountain path isnt advisible on a rainy evening no matter how beautiful the scenery may be.
Monday, August 13, 2007
Lost !
Love and friendship are the 2 best aspects of the life. If you have enough of them life would be a beauty. No amount of money can provide te kind of comfort or warmth that can be given by a friend or a lover.
What happens when a good friend turns away from you? Just goes away from your life without giving a reason. All the spark goes out of the life. You keep wondering as to what went wrong....You feel guilty all the time. I tell you..ALL THE TIME, no matter what you are doing.
For people who have gone into a silent mode due to some hurt please speak to ur friends. It hurts. Atleast give a reason. For those who know that why have their friends gone silent take up the initiative and say sorry. Nothing will give a greater pleasure than coming back and scaling the peaks of friendship once again.
Waiting for you friend.....
What happens when a good friend turns away from you? Just goes away from your life without giving a reason. All the spark goes out of the life. You keep wondering as to what went wrong....You feel guilty all the time. I tell you..ALL THE TIME, no matter what you are doing.
For people who have gone into a silent mode due to some hurt please speak to ur friends. It hurts. Atleast give a reason. For those who know that why have their friends gone silent take up the initiative and say sorry. Nothing will give a greater pleasure than coming back and scaling the peaks of friendship once again.
Waiting for you friend.....
Friday, August 10, 2007
The Childhood Within.....
Some one asked me to write in a more placid manner… not to set fire to the paper. Also the individual in question mentioned that if at all burning is all that I intend to do then I should seek refuge in more domesticated topics that create awareness in the mind and not elsewhere.
So here is an attempt on that. Since each of the posts are dedicated to someone or something (believe it or not it’s the spirit of the person or the thing that makes me write; not the topic…) I dedicate this one to my own blog to the inabominable spirit of childhood in me that refuses to leave (-:
What is the biggest advantage of being a child? To be catered to from head to toe, to be the centre of the world and you-asked-for-it-and-its-there syndrome. There is always some one whom you can look up to on matter beyond scrapped knees, no matter how much the world or the biological clock tells you that you are a “Complan Boy/Girl”. It’s far more advantageous to be a child but alas we all realize it when its too late.
Today most of the kids do not have parents who tie them to their apron string 24*7. Both parents working, the MNC culture, the new lifestyle. The one that boasts of making the world a smaller place may have brought the satisfaction that “everyone/everything is just a click away” but it has made our hearts colder and distances larger and inevitably “childhood” shorter. But none the less to make up for their guilt of not having enough time with the family parents let the money speak on their behalf. When I look at the generation just 10-15 yrs younger to me I find the generation gap even almost the twice than what exists between us and the earlier generation. Makes me think of those time and distance problems in Maths. If a train crosses a pole in this many seconds how much time it takes for it to cross the next pole when the distance between the 2 is given. Assume the train to be the next generation approaching and us as the first pole and the second pole as something futuristic. Not that I’m old or crazy or a to be disciplinarian who believes in the motto of “A spank a day keeps mischief away.” For a moment even I’m tempted to take away that word “generation gap” from the passage above. I even laugh at myself thinking “generation gap…indeed. What the hell am I talking about?” But another part of me fights back in earnest. It says, “Mind you generation gap doesn’t only mean a difference in perspective, it a term beyond that”
Look at today’s kids. Born out of internet…well almost if parents could their seeds across to each other as an attachment. The way they carry themselves with poise, confidence and jargon often puts me at shame. The way in which Swani Khera has portrayed “Sexy” 9 year old in “Cheeni kum” scares me. Are kids actually like that?? Do they wear their attitude on their sleeves and can they talk about anything under the sun to a 64 year old. My mother would have disclaimed me had I even 2% of what she is. Not that I belong to a conservative family. Neither that I never argued with mom trying hard for her to see my point, about friends and outings. I did, not once or twice, but several times. But not like the young lady in question. ? There was always a limit. We may have laughed off her antics calling it a light hearted movie. Easy to do…infact that’s exactly what I did. But some great Bollywood fan and a too be parent must have gone home and named a new born as “Sexy”, thinking the name is in vogue. Remember how we had a sudden upsurge in the population of guys named Rahul in the nineties, thanks to the King Khan and his crazy fans. Some young thing goes home post “Cheeni Kum” and when an unsuspecting eternally comparing parent comments “Why are you so naughty…Cant u be like her? Did she ever run around crashing into things like you do?” .The child driven by the parent’s retort and in her own desperate attempt to “be like her” starts thinking like her, doing like her.
I am even willing to accept that maybe today no kids are like that; thus nulling what I said about the generation gap above. Ok the movie is not inspired by any real life stories or characters and any resemblance is purely coincidental. But thanks to our love for reel life which we see as a “dream to be true, some day in my life, no matter what comes” and not as a pass time we end up producing more “Sexies” or should I say “sexier”. Whatever. “Sexy” may have died in the movie but for millions of her real partners she rises like the phoenix, with all “beyond her year’s” maturity. But at the same time, watching adult movies, and talking brazenly to adults. Remember the good and bad coexist. They thrive together and not in the absence of each other as our short sighted looking at only one perspective mind intends us to believe. What else do you suppose is the beginning rift of a generation gap??
No, I’m not against “Cheeni Kum” the producer, the director or Swani Khera. That’s just an example I took. The latest one; I could think of. Children have to be children. Let them enjoy their age without any false pretensions before they are caught in the grindstone of life. After all once you grow up 98% of things said and done are untrue, false or results in someone else being unhappy. When was the last time you did something when everyone in question was happy and satisfied to the hilt? Childhood provides that rare opportunity to be clean of any sin and be the apple of everyone’s eyes. Then why that hurry to grow up?? To be a part of this big bad world? After all a time gone by cannot come back. It is not raining even if you are standing below a shower during dry season. A shower is a shower and a rain is a rain. They do not replace each other. Ever.
So here is an attempt on that. Since each of the posts are dedicated to someone or something (believe it or not it’s the spirit of the person or the thing that makes me write; not the topic…) I dedicate this one to my own blog to the inabominable spirit of childhood in me that refuses to leave (-:
What is the biggest advantage of being a child? To be catered to from head to toe, to be the centre of the world and you-asked-for-it-and-its-there syndrome. There is always some one whom you can look up to on matter beyond scrapped knees, no matter how much the world or the biological clock tells you that you are a “Complan Boy/Girl”. It’s far more advantageous to be a child but alas we all realize it when its too late.
Today most of the kids do not have parents who tie them to their apron string 24*7. Both parents working, the MNC culture, the new lifestyle. The one that boasts of making the world a smaller place may have brought the satisfaction that “everyone/everything is just a click away” but it has made our hearts colder and distances larger and inevitably “childhood” shorter. But none the less to make up for their guilt of not having enough time with the family parents let the money speak on their behalf. When I look at the generation just 10-15 yrs younger to me I find the generation gap even almost the twice than what exists between us and the earlier generation. Makes me think of those time and distance problems in Maths. If a train crosses a pole in this many seconds how much time it takes for it to cross the next pole when the distance between the 2 is given. Assume the train to be the next generation approaching and us as the first pole and the second pole as something futuristic. Not that I’m old or crazy or a to be disciplinarian who believes in the motto of “A spank a day keeps mischief away.” For a moment even I’m tempted to take away that word “generation gap” from the passage above. I even laugh at myself thinking “generation gap…indeed. What the hell am I talking about?” But another part of me fights back in earnest. It says, “Mind you generation gap doesn’t only mean a difference in perspective, it a term beyond that”
Look at today’s kids. Born out of internet…well almost if parents could their seeds across to each other as an attachment. The way they carry themselves with poise, confidence and jargon often puts me at shame. The way in which Swani Khera has portrayed “Sexy” 9 year old in “Cheeni kum” scares me. Are kids actually like that?? Do they wear their attitude on their sleeves and can they talk about anything under the sun to a 64 year old. My mother would have disclaimed me had I even 2% of what she is. Not that I belong to a conservative family. Neither that I never argued with mom trying hard for her to see my point, about friends and outings. I did, not once or twice, but several times. But not like the young lady in question. ? There was always a limit. We may have laughed off her antics calling it a light hearted movie. Easy to do…infact that’s exactly what I did. But some great Bollywood fan and a too be parent must have gone home and named a new born as “Sexy”, thinking the name is in vogue. Remember how we had a sudden upsurge in the population of guys named Rahul in the nineties, thanks to the King Khan and his crazy fans. Some young thing goes home post “Cheeni Kum” and when an unsuspecting eternally comparing parent comments “Why are you so naughty…Cant u be like her? Did she ever run around crashing into things like you do?” .The child driven by the parent’s retort and in her own desperate attempt to “be like her” starts thinking like her, doing like her.
I am even willing to accept that maybe today no kids are like that; thus nulling what I said about the generation gap above. Ok the movie is not inspired by any real life stories or characters and any resemblance is purely coincidental. But thanks to our love for reel life which we see as a “dream to be true, some day in my life, no matter what comes” and not as a pass time we end up producing more “Sexies” or should I say “sexier”. Whatever. “Sexy” may have died in the movie but for millions of her real partners she rises like the phoenix, with all “beyond her year’s” maturity. But at the same time, watching adult movies, and talking brazenly to adults. Remember the good and bad coexist. They thrive together and not in the absence of each other as our short sighted looking at only one perspective mind intends us to believe. What else do you suppose is the beginning rift of a generation gap??
No, I’m not against “Cheeni Kum” the producer, the director or Swani Khera. That’s just an example I took. The latest one; I could think of. Children have to be children. Let them enjoy their age without any false pretensions before they are caught in the grindstone of life. After all once you grow up 98% of things said and done are untrue, false or results in someone else being unhappy. When was the last time you did something when everyone in question was happy and satisfied to the hilt? Childhood provides that rare opportunity to be clean of any sin and be the apple of everyone’s eyes. Then why that hurry to grow up?? To be a part of this big bad world? After all a time gone by cannot come back. It is not raining even if you are standing below a shower during dry season. A shower is a shower and a rain is a rain. They do not replace each other. Ever.
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
The line with two dots
It was a great day…considering the feedback on the first post in my blog .It gives me new strength to show sunlight to my ideas.
I called the first post “The Writer’s Block-the first interactions between the pen and paper”. It seemed a pretty apt title, for someone who is scared of what people will say but still decides to write. But considering someone’s confidence in my writing skills; I rename it as “Random Ruminations”. Hats off and a standing ovation to the person who suggested the blogging idea.
What do I want to write about? Lots of things. People, in my life. How they shaped my thought process. People in general. What they think and do. How they feel, with and without senses. What they smell like and what they like to smell…Ya that’s one area that has intrigued me for long. Love. How it happens and why. How like the most fragrant of the roses it withers away. I wanted to say “emotions, in general” but then backed out of the idea, because since my childhood, I am not aware of any emotion except two…being in love and being out of it.
Now that I have actually put it down…I wonder…does all those years (24 years, 3 months, 11 dayz 16 hours 26 minutes and 10 seconds to be exact) boil down to just two emotions?? Have I wasted my life? Is it some thing like God gave me the whole paint box which had shades of orange, red, pink, grey, black, brown, white and blues. And what did I use? Just pink and black?? Pink for love. Black for out of love. Loves me. Loves me not. Loves me, loves me more. Loves me not, can’t bear the sight of me. Pink. Black. Pink. Black. Black, black. Pink, pink.
Hmm...Since I cannot undo the past, nor am I willing to carry the burden of more emotions lets put it in a better way. Lets call the pink and black as pink and not so pink or black and not so black. Also I was wondering if my intense liking for shades of maroon has something to do with this pink and black….Im not an artist,not even a remote one …so I do not know which colors make up maroon …but some how I feel pink and black combine to give some distinct shade of maroon….Don’t know…U guyz can correct me if I’m wrong. Maybe that will give me a new insight. A colourful one at that.
But if you actually look at it; its love or the lack of it is the centric emotion everywhere. It conjures many forms. Being loved and not being loved. Wanting and being the want. Not wanting. Not being wanted. Wanting and being the want at the same time is the ultimate goal not just for me, but for most of us. Contrary to what most people think and give as q major reason for sucides “Not wanting and not being wanted” doesn’t exist. For the simple reason that a vacuum cannt fill a vacuum,or intensify the strength of the original. Two zeros do not make (+) 1. Nor (-) 1.
People often try to figure out what glues two people? Love or sex? The slow melting that one feels in looking at the object of desire or the heat that flows on physical contact? My opinion is
‘Love is a straight line segment, flanked between two dots of sex”
(Reference: Line Segment is a line between 2 fix points. Unlike a segment a line does not have end points.)
The dot on either side represents the very act of sex, one positiove one negative. After all there are only two reasons why people have sex…either they cannot have enough of each other(positive sex) or they hate each other so intensely that they do it as an act of burning the soul(negative sex). When there is no sex there is a lull, a mediocrity. The line of love, no matter how thick cannot survive on its own. The same holds true for the the dots of positive and negative sex. Without the line to join them they are the electrons that are free and can roam around without a purpose or destination. We spend our entire lives on this line segment…moving either on it or in the vacuum created by its absence.
Sex is not just ding ding ding ding.Going in and going out. Trying to attach your mountains into the someone’s valleys or vice versa. It’s much more than a jigsaw puzzle. Or a plug and a socket game. It’s beyond that. What beyond that I will take up as separate article.Need time to think because here I do not speak from personal experience…it’s a second hand one (-;
Im sorry…because like the previous post this one too started somewhere and is ending somewhere. Forgive me; that’s how my thought process is. Maybe over a period of time Im able to organize my thoughts in a better manner…till then…keep reading and commenting!!!
I called the first post “The Writer’s Block-the first interactions between the pen and paper”. It seemed a pretty apt title, for someone who is scared of what people will say but still decides to write. But considering someone’s confidence in my writing skills; I rename it as “Random Ruminations”. Hats off and a standing ovation to the person who suggested the blogging idea.
What do I want to write about? Lots of things. People, in my life. How they shaped my thought process. People in general. What they think and do. How they feel, with and without senses. What they smell like and what they like to smell…Ya that’s one area that has intrigued me for long. Love. How it happens and why. How like the most fragrant of the roses it withers away. I wanted to say “emotions, in general” but then backed out of the idea, because since my childhood, I am not aware of any emotion except two…being in love and being out of it.
Now that I have actually put it down…I wonder…does all those years (24 years, 3 months, 11 dayz 16 hours 26 minutes and 10 seconds to be exact) boil down to just two emotions?? Have I wasted my life? Is it some thing like God gave me the whole paint box which had shades of orange, red, pink, grey, black, brown, white and blues. And what did I use? Just pink and black?? Pink for love. Black for out of love. Loves me. Loves me not. Loves me, loves me more. Loves me not, can’t bear the sight of me. Pink. Black. Pink. Black. Black, black. Pink, pink.
Hmm...Since I cannot undo the past, nor am I willing to carry the burden of more emotions lets put it in a better way. Lets call the pink and black as pink and not so pink or black and not so black. Also I was wondering if my intense liking for shades of maroon has something to do with this pink and black….Im not an artist,not even a remote one …so I do not know which colors make up maroon …but some how I feel pink and black combine to give some distinct shade of maroon….Don’t know…U guyz can correct me if I’m wrong. Maybe that will give me a new insight. A colourful one at that.
But if you actually look at it; its love or the lack of it is the centric emotion everywhere. It conjures many forms. Being loved and not being loved. Wanting and being the want. Not wanting. Not being wanted. Wanting and being the want at the same time is the ultimate goal not just for me, but for most of us. Contrary to what most people think and give as q major reason for sucides “Not wanting and not being wanted” doesn’t exist. For the simple reason that a vacuum cannt fill a vacuum,or intensify the strength of the original. Two zeros do not make (+) 1. Nor (-) 1.
People often try to figure out what glues two people? Love or sex? The slow melting that one feels in looking at the object of desire or the heat that flows on physical contact? My opinion is
‘Love is a straight line segment, flanked between two dots of sex”
(Reference: Line Segment is a line between 2 fix points. Unlike a segment a line does not have end points.)
The dot on either side represents the very act of sex, one positiove one negative. After all there are only two reasons why people have sex…either they cannot have enough of each other(positive sex) or they hate each other so intensely that they do it as an act of burning the soul(negative sex). When there is no sex there is a lull, a mediocrity. The line of love, no matter how thick cannot survive on its own. The same holds true for the the dots of positive and negative sex. Without the line to join them they are the electrons that are free and can roam around without a purpose or destination. We spend our entire lives on this line segment…moving either on it or in the vacuum created by its absence.
Sex is not just ding ding ding ding.Going in and going out. Trying to attach your mountains into the someone’s valleys or vice versa. It’s much more than a jigsaw puzzle. Or a plug and a socket game. It’s beyond that. What beyond that I will take up as separate article.Need time to think because here I do not speak from personal experience…it’s a second hand one (-;
Im sorry…because like the previous post this one too started somewhere and is ending somewhere. Forgive me; that’s how my thought process is. Maybe over a period of time Im able to organize my thoughts in a better manner…till then…keep reading and commenting!!!
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
The writer's block..the first random interactions between the pen and paper
I have been contemplating the thought of putting down the memoirs, no matter how irrelevant in a form. Any form. Colours, stories, music or maybe a combination of all. It may be a useless stuff for everyone else but for me a heady mix that can drive me to a great high.
I have always been selfish. Like this. Maybe selfish is a small word. Maybe obsessed, a part narcissist. I say a part narcissist because I’m not obsessed with physical beauty. I’m obsessed with behavior patterns…how people react, what they wish to do, to themselves or me, what they want from me and how can I get what I want, without hurting the senses and the sensibilities. All and all its an “I” thing.
I’m not assessing as to what “the” people would say, because that counts as one reason for the discontinuation of the work I have so earnestly taken up from time to time. From time to time I have been inspired by people who had the courage to write biographies, maybe, theirs or others. It does need a great amount of courage to confront the demons of the past. The first time the demon comes across you just live through it waiting for the sunshine to come out of the ominous clouds, thinking this is life. But a second time?? Giving a chance to the world to raise fingers, to splash shit on you for a past that cannot be undone. Too bad for you. Too good for the world. Too good because the world like hurting u on old wounds, where it aches the most...like an old toothache. Too good, because the world never forgives. Too good because the world forgets, its memory is short lived. It feels great to pick out an old scandal and fill up the sensibilities with juicy details. It gives the devil’s numerous arms of chatterboxes and innumerable tongue of gossip mongers the same pleasure an old lover gets in discovering a long thought- to- be lost letter from a sweetheart.
But still I want to write. Because the flip side of the devil stands an angel. I don’t know what the angel has to say to this, but I’m more concerned about the vast majority that lives on the sides …torn between the devil and the angel. Torn between the high and low. Between the past and the present. Between the rich and the poor. Between living an empty life and dying a full death. Mediocre people. Common Man. Bright people, who since their childhood are told that they would be “someone” some distinct day. The distinct day never arrives, because the devil knows the art of putting it out as bait, so that the day seems only as distinct as it was when you first opened your eyes. The donkey and the carrot. People who cannot please and are easy to please. People who have the money but no life. People who have a life but no money. People who are nowhere or everywhere, if you look a wee bit carefully. People who started climbing the ladder but are still stuck in the middle, maybe because of someone’s leg shoving in their face. Maybe because of a traffic jam. Maybe because of the black cat just crossed their path. Maybe because the polythene of neighbour ‘s household waste actually aimed for the community dustbin landed on them Maybe because it’s the weekend and they just want to relax for a while. Maybe because it’s a workday and they are caught in the grindstone. Innumerable reasons. But all sane and produced out of experience and logic. Comfortable enough excuses to put the destination of your life on hold till you are on death bed, regretting about the right things lost, the wrong things found, about the done and the not done.
You know what I love most? Meeting people. Getting to know them. Finding them in me. Finding me in them. Finding the past in the future and the present in the future continuous. The experience intoxicates me. Those first meetings…with someone from office with whom you never went beyond official talks. A guy you met on Orkut and have talked on phone innumerable times. A school mate whom you remember as a scrawny kid or a bright all rounder. Some one who looks all different than what you imagined and thought. First meetings always guarantee that you do not get in any kinds of scraps because it’s the first time and both the parties are at their polite best. But that is there where it ends. God gave me the art of drawing out people, sticking to them and the genuine curiosity to know them. Beyond that I, the mean of the medians, hardly know what to do. The silence hangs like a scorching about to burst volcano whose heat threatens to annihilate the speaker and the spoken. T he said and the unsaid .Not that I hate silences. But because I love them. Because it’s the most beautiful gift that god gave. Not to be shared with everyone. It’s the sanctum sanatorium for the lovers’ .For kindred souls. For you and God .For you talking to you. For two people who sleep together, comfortably in the knowledge that the silence of the night makes their skins talk to one another and their hearts settle in an equal rhythm Not strangers whom you have met for the very first time. Why does this happen? Because I have been a loner all my life. A loner with a genuine interest in people. In quietining their troubled minds. In being a balm to their souls. The irony is that the balm has no ingredients to keep a relationship going. It shouts for a new person. And stores the memory of the one just met to be used from time to time like a rose kept in a book. Not that I lose touch…but I come only when the balm is needed for the soul, or for the body. Never before the balm is needed, nor after the cure has been given. The healer with magical fingers and dancing eyes who finds cure for lost hearts and withered souls but can’t find a medicine for her own wounds.
I once read somewhere that just before we come in the world, the great power above places his hand on our heads and gives us a path to follow. To some he gives great riches, others a life time happiness, still others the art of making love. A curse and a boon combined into one. Poor Riches and richly poor. The art of making love and never be loved fully loved in return. To be able to give any guy a hard on within seconds and be called a whore. To me he gave the “talking silence”. Silence that listens, empathizes, builds dreams, make s heart meet but is unable to find a silence that talks. Partners. Equals. A measure for a measure.
Not that I’m angry or unhappy with the gift. No if given a chance I wouldn’t redeem it for anything else…Because with another gift will come another curse. So it’s better to live the one that the master chose. At least that ways I do not have to take the trouble of thinking for a gift. Ya I’m a coward, scared to make my own decisions. But then whatever way you take trouble is sure to follow. There is nothing as an all rosy and all thorny path. Just that the roses and thorns coexist, like siblings.
Sometimes I wonder why I am writing this. Maybe its absolute nonsense. But my only hope is our growing population. Someone will read this and will like it. Someone. Oh I’m fine with just one person reading this and thinking, she did a good job. Thinking genuinely, not out of pity.
I have always been selfish. Like this. Maybe selfish is a small word. Maybe obsessed, a part narcissist. I say a part narcissist because I’m not obsessed with physical beauty. I’m obsessed with behavior patterns…how people react, what they wish to do, to themselves or me, what they want from me and how can I get what I want, without hurting the senses and the sensibilities. All and all its an “I” thing.
I’m not assessing as to what “the” people would say, because that counts as one reason for the discontinuation of the work I have so earnestly taken up from time to time. From time to time I have been inspired by people who had the courage to write biographies, maybe, theirs or others. It does need a great amount of courage to confront the demons of the past. The first time the demon comes across you just live through it waiting for the sunshine to come out of the ominous clouds, thinking this is life. But a second time?? Giving a chance to the world to raise fingers, to splash shit on you for a past that cannot be undone. Too bad for you. Too good for the world. Too good because the world like hurting u on old wounds, where it aches the most...like an old toothache. Too good, because the world never forgives. Too good because the world forgets, its memory is short lived. It feels great to pick out an old scandal and fill up the sensibilities with juicy details. It gives the devil’s numerous arms of chatterboxes and innumerable tongue of gossip mongers the same pleasure an old lover gets in discovering a long thought- to- be lost letter from a sweetheart.
But still I want to write. Because the flip side of the devil stands an angel. I don’t know what the angel has to say to this, but I’m more concerned about the vast majority that lives on the sides …torn between the devil and the angel. Torn between the high and low. Between the past and the present. Between the rich and the poor. Between living an empty life and dying a full death. Mediocre people. Common Man. Bright people, who since their childhood are told that they would be “someone” some distinct day. The distinct day never arrives, because the devil knows the art of putting it out as bait, so that the day seems only as distinct as it was when you first opened your eyes. The donkey and the carrot. People who cannot please and are easy to please. People who have the money but no life. People who have a life but no money. People who are nowhere or everywhere, if you look a wee bit carefully. People who started climbing the ladder but are still stuck in the middle, maybe because of someone’s leg shoving in their face. Maybe because of a traffic jam. Maybe because of the black cat just crossed their path. Maybe because the polythene of neighbour ‘s household waste actually aimed for the community dustbin landed on them Maybe because it’s the weekend and they just want to relax for a while. Maybe because it’s a workday and they are caught in the grindstone. Innumerable reasons. But all sane and produced out of experience and logic. Comfortable enough excuses to put the destination of your life on hold till you are on death bed, regretting about the right things lost, the wrong things found, about the done and the not done.
You know what I love most? Meeting people. Getting to know them. Finding them in me. Finding me in them. Finding the past in the future and the present in the future continuous. The experience intoxicates me. Those first meetings…with someone from office with whom you never went beyond official talks. A guy you met on Orkut and have talked on phone innumerable times. A school mate whom you remember as a scrawny kid or a bright all rounder. Some one who looks all different than what you imagined and thought. First meetings always guarantee that you do not get in any kinds of scraps because it’s the first time and both the parties are at their polite best. But that is there where it ends. God gave me the art of drawing out people, sticking to them and the genuine curiosity to know them. Beyond that I, the mean of the medians, hardly know what to do. The silence hangs like a scorching about to burst volcano whose heat threatens to annihilate the speaker and the spoken. T he said and the unsaid .Not that I hate silences. But because I love them. Because it’s the most beautiful gift that god gave. Not to be shared with everyone. It’s the sanctum sanatorium for the lovers’ .For kindred souls. For you and God .For you talking to you. For two people who sleep together, comfortably in the knowledge that the silence of the night makes their skins talk to one another and their hearts settle in an equal rhythm Not strangers whom you have met for the very first time. Why does this happen? Because I have been a loner all my life. A loner with a genuine interest in people. In quietining their troubled minds. In being a balm to their souls. The irony is that the balm has no ingredients to keep a relationship going. It shouts for a new person. And stores the memory of the one just met to be used from time to time like a rose kept in a book. Not that I lose touch…but I come only when the balm is needed for the soul, or for the body. Never before the balm is needed, nor after the cure has been given. The healer with magical fingers and dancing eyes who finds cure for lost hearts and withered souls but can’t find a medicine for her own wounds.
I once read somewhere that just before we come in the world, the great power above places his hand on our heads and gives us a path to follow. To some he gives great riches, others a life time happiness, still others the art of making love. A curse and a boon combined into one. Poor Riches and richly poor. The art of making love and never be loved fully loved in return. To be able to give any guy a hard on within seconds and be called a whore. To me he gave the “talking silence”. Silence that listens, empathizes, builds dreams, make s heart meet but is unable to find a silence that talks. Partners. Equals. A measure for a measure.
Not that I’m angry or unhappy with the gift. No if given a chance I wouldn’t redeem it for anything else…Because with another gift will come another curse. So it’s better to live the one that the master chose. At least that ways I do not have to take the trouble of thinking for a gift. Ya I’m a coward, scared to make my own decisions. But then whatever way you take trouble is sure to follow. There is nothing as an all rosy and all thorny path. Just that the roses and thorns coexist, like siblings.
Sometimes I wonder why I am writing this. Maybe its absolute nonsense. But my only hope is our growing population. Someone will read this and will like it. Someone. Oh I’m fine with just one person reading this and thinking, she did a good job. Thinking genuinely, not out of pity.
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