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Friday, 16 November 2012

Unfathomable Love: My entry for the Get Published contest

Can love be so strong that it transcends the rigid bounds and barriers of logic? Can love be so strong that it defies what's conventional and makes principles dance to its tunes ? Can love be so strong that it postpones what's inevitable ? Love is indeed strong but is it so strong that it keeps the usual cycle of life and death at temporal abeyance ? Lieutenant VS Pratap, who was recently married to Kamini, his childhood love, was an able army officer. One who was known for his unshakable courage,his enigmatic valor and his gregarious nature. Kamini, on the other hand, was the perfect partner for someone who serves the army. The daughter of an army man himself, Kamini was aware of the intricacies and the realities that delve the life of men who chose to live for the nation.

In fact, ever since Kamini had thought of her marriage, she thought of marrying an army man. One whose very existence has a lot to say for itself. Pratap, though, never really wanted to be in the army. His only dream was to become a doctor - something his grandfather dearly wanted him to be. And his other, and perhaps more important dream, was to marry Kamini. Having stayed at just a distance of 4 blocks away from each other, they were very close chaps since their very childhood. And with time, the friendship continued growing more intimate. Kamini joined a local arts college and Pratap failed to clear the medical entrance. He tried in the army, and for him being a fit and aware man, he easily cleared all rounds. Though he was not sure if he'd actually join the army or not, he was always ready to propose Kamini as an army officer. So, the next thing he did after getting a final merit list that contained his name, was proposing Kamini the offer of being the soul mate of an army officer.He did this straightaway without taking any repercussions into consideration. Kamini was rather bewildered but given her deep rooted desideratum of an army man as a husband, she was indeed happy. But guess what, she took it a little too seriously.

She started to feel the intensity of their yet to burgeon relationship. The informal intimacy started transforming into a formal love. Kamini started getting more and more interested in Pratap. Pratap,clueless, thought that he should perhaps let this grow. After all, Kamini was the only girl he ever liked. But on one fine day, Kamini declared to her parents that Pratap, who was about to join the army, is the only man she'd ever like to marry.  Both Pratap and Kamini's parents were in a nerve jabbing state. Her parents perhaps had different ideas, but the mere prospect of letting his daughter marry someone like him did entice her father. But Pratap was actually baffled. He now had to chose one amongst his love and amongst his life. If he tells Kamini that he was not going to join the army, she'd perhaps shut all doors for him. If he joins the army, he'll not only have a respectable life, but he'll also have the girl he always wanted. The choice was easy !

After the newly wed couple could spend a mere 6 days with each other, Lieutenant Pratap received a telegram which contained orders for him to be back to his camp in Manipur in 4 days. Pratap, dedicated to the nation's service ever since he joined the army, had no option but to leave. Given the periods for which army men normally stay away from home, one good thing for the couple to know was that this was a temporary posting that was to last for just 1 month. Pratap kept calling her from the camp. And on the 25th day he said, "Need to go uphill for reconnaissance with the team. Will be out of communication for 2-3 more days. May be directly sent to the base camp after the ops get over. Will see you then.Maybe this is the last phone call". Kamini replied, "Stupid, you mean last phone call before you come back." Pratap replied,"Does it make any difference ?". She said that it did. She further added that she has become acquainted with some new recipes in the meanwhile and will have some good cuisine for Pratap when he gets back.He joked, "I'd prefer to die than to eat it. Okay ! Gotta go now. Ops commencing. Will be back, Bye sweetheart.". She replied in a conspicuously faint voice, "Bye." This did indeed prove to be his last phone call but will he come back ?

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Saturday, 3 November 2012

Paranormal Activity III

                                               The Love Story that never really kicked off

In continuation to our recent tryst with the realm of the paranormal, we're a little adamant on bringing you some more appropriate stuff to entice your paranormal alter ego.This one is based on a famous tale that's pretty much prevalent in the native village of a close acquaintance of mine. The village is situated somewhere near Jabalpur in MP. 

It is said that around the first phase of the British rule in India, when the Zamindars(Landlords) still had their say, this native village had one mighty Zamindar who had a huge palace situated in the middle of the village. The palace was situated just next to all of his farms and just next to it was his hay shed. Most of his laborers had their small hutches cladding the palace and its boundary, and they formed a small community in itself. This community comprised mainly of people from the lower strata of the society - Ones who farmed,separated dust from hay and the cart pullers.And amongst these were two tagged 'lovers' who were actually no more than friends.

This girl was already married and boy was still a bachelor The boy being a cart puller and the girl a hay separator, belonged to two different castes.  These were castes where the mere proposition of marrying someone from the other caste could have raised swords. But this boy and girl were no more than mere friends, as the protagonists believe. They shared a laugh or two and no more than a regular inquiry about their work and families. But everyone in the small community, possible including the girl's husband, was aware that these two do talk with each other at times and I believe this may have surely raised an eyebrow or two in a community with stringent no holds barred rules.

One day,the girl was working in the hay field, and the boy was loading hay on the cart. Those two were just a few meters away, I guess. The girl suddenly remembered to put in  sindoor on her forehead. She probably forgot to do this on time. While she was unwrapping the leaf that had the sindoor, there was a strong breeze that took the sindoor away to the boy's kurta and made its presence felt clear.Those two didn't realize how big an impact this can have on their existence but the sly expressions on the faces of the testaments were more than obvious.

I still don't understand why this could have caused such a big issue but legend suggests that the issue was indeed a big one. The news spread like fire and soon reached the Zamindar. The Zamindar along with saints from the region considered this to be terribly blasphemous and without any second thoughts agreed on awarding the strictest possible punishments to the lads. They were to be buried alive on the very doorstep of the hay shed !

The girl and boy, as helpless as they could be, could do nothing.Till date no one knows if the girl's husband agreed to this or had any other ideas but in a social setup like that, for him to retain his life,I guess he would have been compelled to acquiesce. So,the stage was set. The graves were made and the boy and girl were asked to lay down without any objections. Here comes the event that changed the destiny of generations that were yet to come. The girl and boy, in spite of the injustice endowed on them, bestowed upon the Zamindar and his family a benediction instead of shooting a curse. 

The girl and the boy told the Zamindar that as long as he and his family continue to light an earthen lamp next to their graves, he or his family will never lose any legal/jurisdictional battle. And the day they stop doing so, his family would be ruined. For the boy and the girl belonging to a petty class in the Zamindar's vision, he ignored their comment and concluded the burial with perhaps a sense of satisfaction. Legend suggests that he had no penance for this cruel act.

No one lighted an earthen lamp near the grave for years. The number of laborers kept on increasing and the number of hutches could not be extended. So now, some laborers were asked to sleep in the hay shed itself. And here is where the innocent souls made their presence felt, True to the statements of these laborers, something unusual used to happen every single night. Even though there was no girl near the shed, they would hear the feeble voices of a boy and a girl talking to each other and sharing a laugh or two. Some of them even admitted that shadows of two people were pretty much visible near the graves during nights. Whether these accounts were true or not, the laborers were more happy to die than to sleep near the place. Consequently, the stories of sightings near the graves increased and everyone was forbidden from even coming near that area, specially women and children.The Zamindar had died by now and his son had taken up his father's chair.

A few years later when the Britishers had begun to expand their reach, this Zamindar's palace and his huge farm had caught their eye. They arranged some documents where they showed that the Zamindar is not punctual on his taxes and that his land should be seized.We cannot comment on whether this was true or not. Soon a British friendly law started acting against the Zamindar and the case just kept moving in favor of the local British authorities. The Zamindar lost his farms, a portion of his palace and now was only left with some hay fields and the forbidden hay shed. Most of the legal battle was lost. 

The Zamindar considered this to be his destiny and believed that he too like all other Zamindars from India would lose everything. However, his wife, having heard about the final benediction of the benevolent lads, had very different ideas. One night, when everyone was deep asleep, she took the courage to enter the forbidden area with some flowers and an earthen lamp. She went to the graves, lighted the earthen lamp there, spread her flowers, bowed down and asked for forgiveness on part of her ancestors. And would you believe it. The next very hearing went in favor of the Zamindar. Baffled, he went to his wife and told her about his unexpected triumph. But she knew what was behind this.When she told him about her activity, he literally shivered. He immediately made it public that from now on, its his family's and the village's responsibility that the graves and the spirits of the lads be treated with utmost respect. From then on, someone from their family would light earthen lamps near the graves on every single night. And the Zamindar would win every subsequent battle. 

I was literally amazed after listening to this story and it took me no time to realize that I have to write on this. The friend of mine who told me this story says that though the descendants of the Zamindar's family are now scattered all over the country, some people still inhabit the old palace and perhaps they still follow the practice of lighting a lamp every night. At times, our conscience remains there even after we die. Our souls, as powerful as they can get, have every tool in the world to force their presence and vie for their cause.Feel very sorry for the young lads who lost their lives for no understandable reason. But their benediction continued to live and perhaps would continue existing for many more years.

The end is not far away !

Just imagine if technology progressed a few 10000 times faster than we anticipated, and just imagine if Facebook was available for the Mayans' disposal. Could they've refrained from letting their discoveries and findings flood the world's minds with speculation and skepticism ? And could the anxieties of some fabulous men who followed be cured without commenting on the same ? If you think that the answers to these questions is in negative, this Fake Wall is for you.

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Tuesday, 2 October 2012


In our schools, we were taught that if we ought to get any inspiration from someone, we ought to get it from him. He indeed was a man who was full of valor,courage,pride and an instrumental sense of making things dance to his tunes. But like every other legend whom we've heard of, this man too had his share of misdeeds and misfortunes. For whatever he did, the nation indeed feels indebted to him.However, whatever he did also acts as an overshadowing force on the achievements of others who,though were equally responsible for getting us free, but yet could never make it into the limelight.

He was indeed a man worth drawing inspiration from. A man who considered the germane to be the only thing that he should be  concerned about. His focus and his attempts were coupled with a vision that was never wry. His perseverance was unshakable and his execution was immaculate. He was a legendary matter and had every right to be praised and extolled. But do we ever actually remembered him for what he was instead of remembering him for what they made him. Our image of Gandhi has indeed been distorted by virtues or vices whose credibility was never questioned. Either we are cognoscenti or we are too credulous to make any protest.Whatever it may be, our "Gandhi" is obviously not the "Gandhi" who once existed.

I just wrote this post impromptu as I felt an eeriness inside me to let my words come out. To end the post on a light note, here's a little display of some imagination at work. If Gandhi had a facebook account, what his wall would look like. Just another way of remembering the man on his b'day. And not to forget, A very very happy B'day to Lal Bahadur Shastri too. Perhaps the most honest and the most straightforward leader we ever had. #Respect..

Sunday, 16 September 2012

The trance called "Life"

For the larger part of my life that I've lived till now, I failed to realize the importance of external agents in the carving of my destiny. Be it giving a shot at a dramatics performance or be it giving an attempt at a coveted medical entrance examination, my estimates on the futility or adept of the conditions were always wrong. When I expected myself to fail, I succeeded and whenever I anticipated seeing myself grabbing a reward, I was mocked and vanquished. And when I tried to analyze why it didn't go the way it should have gone, I always had one answer to attribute this to. The answer was I missed out on counting the influence which my own life had to play on itself.

Yes, life indeed is a self controlling phenomenon, something that the antics would never believe in but something that affirms of its presence and validity, again and again. Our failures, as we see them, may not be failures at all in the eyes of our life. Perhaps the only purpose which our lives sort to, is to make us meet our destinies. Life, as ripe as it is, still lacks the prowess and pervasiveness that it takes to influence our universe in larger and more visible ways. So it chooses to make others influence ours instead of just letting the, regain control on theirs.

That's how it all works. When we move ahead as a premature civilization or even as a full fledged society, the more inherently we imbibe ourselves in the system, the more we allow it to influence us. The system directly influences just a part of us, but the actors of the system have a big role to play in our lives. For us to consider ourselves as a one man army, as an agent of change, it may not devour the history, but its certainly not a very likely thing to happen.For your life transfers control of itself in hands of those who are in position to either control it directly or to influence it in those umpteen indirect ways. With your boss changing your life's schedules to the success of your role model changing the course of your life, the agents of change have acted before you could know and the agents of change did not include you.

For you being a mere prospect whose own life is not under his/her own control for the substantial part of your life, what else to expect than a morbid state of affairs. But that is not to be. You may still have some control over your life and at least from a surface point of view its pretty much evident. But much of your impact comes from the way in which you can induce changes or transformations in some other person as an individual or a society as a whole. This is the real gateway for you to leave your mark. The chances you had to change your own life may not impact a lot but for yourself. But the chances you get to change the world, ought to be grabbed with open arms.

Ever wondered why some men seem so enigmatic and so futuristic that they seem to have come from a different planet or some different timeline. The reason is their capability to map their own lives with the lives of others. And in a never ending attempt of whimsical yet multitudinous efforts, they are ultimately able to join the dots and plot the graph which would later on turn out to be a solution not only for their own problems but for the problems of the world. They use life not just as a means of living it but as a means for bringing a change so powerful and so everlasting that the lives of others couldn't help but to feel and implement these changes in themselves.

All in all, it was life that turns out to be the real winner and not you. But life never complains in you getting to take all of the credit because life needs no credit, it just needs a setting to manifest itself and its powers. And for yours having provided it with that environment, life welcomes you like it never did before. Life just waits for you to let it in and when you do that, it has its own barrage of mysteries,coincidences,tales,love,emotions and events that last for more than you. Irrespective of how big you make it, your life always stands bigger and taller than you. You may say that you changed your life but you actually helped it in going the way it should have. Any change you perceive as being a change, was not a change but just another milestone that life needed to confirm its progress. For it being so mystical and so everlasting, it would be foolish if we let it take the mawkish root and not allow it to flourish by letting it continue on its route of bloom and blushes. Life indeed is the most spectacular thing you're ever likely to come across in your lives. Its special, its freakish but its still adorable and miraculous. Let it grow and let it bloom. And just enjoy the performance of a trance called "Life".

Sunday, 2 September 2012

Can you see it coming ?

With a dismantled governance, a shattered faith, and a succumbed conscience, the present UPA 2 continues to approach towards its destiny with a final artillery of resilience and perhaps a final display of severity. They say every country witnesses phases, some good some bad. Some say what we had till now was good whereas some say what we had till now was bad. Irrespective of what can be said about what we had till now, what we'll have in the far future depends upon how we react in the near future. As this govt makes certain futile attempts to strengthen its shaky stronghold on urban masses and as the opposition makes a rather unstructured attempt to nip the time and get into power, we have a third front which is emerging out of its ashes from 98' and making its present felt via a barrage of powerful politicos who have the money as well as the will to entice people and capitalize on their apathy.

With the political scenario rattling under its own crevices, its hard to say what future holds for us but one thing is for sure, if everyone proves their might, our end is very well near. People are frustrated and are just at the bounds of setting themselves free from this anarchy. Corruption, disregard for sections, lack of responsibility and failure to control prices has resulted in a mass of people who are just at the verge of exploding themselves to get a better life. But for us being Indians, we are habitual of taking things for granted.
We know we can let those bullies down but we won't do that because we will like to wait for the next elections and try to get things done in the so-called "peaceful" way. But the question is, if  you're not going to commit the same helluva mistake again.

You may get yourself in the mindset of not letting UPA regain power but when the same UPA entices you with further reservations, free mobile phones, and a promise to get your men up in the hierarchy, you will be more than obliged to vote for them, no matter how many times in the past they denied you the same after promising. Albeit unlikely, you may very well get them into power. Or you may even open your hearts to the third front and decide making a useless sack of leaders into the power holders. Once you do that, either they'll die fighting for the post of the PM or you will die as a penance to the mistake you committed.

Even giving all the authority to the opposition wont be that good an idea. Though they seem more logical and sensible at this point of time, you never know what incognito identity they have to show us. The only thing we'd have to do to save our asses is to at least root out the UPA , at least for the moment. Not just root them out but to ensure that it causes an almost irreparable blow to their arrogance. But we also have to ensure that the opposition does have a viable opposition to bear with. The reason why we have any hope right now is that we have at least a opposition that can fight. If we empower the current opposition without making someone else get to do the role which they do now, the system might get chaotic again.

Although we may get a better governance, the nation will take a lot of time to get back on track.  Our dream of becoming a superpower in 2020 seems a distant one for now. We're a overcrowded nation with people who are dying for the basic amenities. We are going aback on the economical scale, we're surrounded by challenges of all sorts and we're more or less doomed, given our present condition. If the govt doesn't change, our end is near as I explained.People will come on the streets, take control and do all it takes to either die or to win.If the third front arises, both voters and non-voters would be committing suicides, take it from me.So in these cases, our end may very well be near. We're in a heavy crunch of resources with people who spend more time in traffic jams than with families, with people who earn but still cant earn as much as the inflation demands them to, people who see political honchos stealing their taxes and making mansions but people being deprived of their 2bhks on defaulting on a single installment.

Question is where are we heading and where would we go. who is to blame? We, of course. Did we fail to recognize our rights, or did we get deceived by the innocence of a bunch of beasts from Italy ? What was the independence for when even after the independence, the real heroes were forgotten as they did not bear that surname and the ones who did, irrespective of the fact that they did not even inherit it, continue to stay in power and dominate ? The question is can you see it coming ? Our end ! And the question is, would you do what it takes to avoid it ? Will you save the nation that was freed after a struggle of a mammoth time of 2 centuries. Would you do what you're supposed to do ? The nation needs you, and it needs you badly. will you stay with it ?

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Paranormal Activity II

After the unanticipated number of comments and suggestions that I received on the first post of this series, I'm back with some more stuff to intrigue you. But this time though, it was not me who experienced the domain of the paranormal, it was a tonne of passers on the Delhi Cantt. road. Since we don't have a concrete proof of it, we won't add the adjective "haunted" in front of this coveted road's name. However, we'll see why a lot of people consider this to be an apt adjective for it.

The Delhi Cantt. Road is perhaps one of the most sought after roads during the day but during the night, it gets only a few occasional passers. There is something strange about the road and this can be accounted to by the statements of the people who've felt or faced this strangeness. The account that follows in no way asserts my own opinion but is a direct transformation of what people believe to be the truth.

They say that if you pass by this road during the night, there is a woman in white sari whom you would sight. This woman looks very much like the woman who haunts you in movies but this time, she first asks you for a lift. If you are in a group, there are less chances of you being victimized but if you are all alone, you may very well be her prey for the night. She would try and stop your vehicle to ask you for a lift but as you try and run away from her, which any sensible man on the planet would do, she does her rebuttal. Witnesses say that if you deny her a lift, she starts running beside your vehicle and no matter what speed you're driving at, she stays with you for as long as you get out of her reach. At times you may even overrun her and won't even feel that your vehicle overran something.

Hard to believe but a lot of people's accounts are a testimony to this. Some say that perhaps this woman was an ordinary jaywalker when she was alive. This proposition could be attributed for hers asking every passing vehicle for a lift, which is what most jaywalkers on such isolated roads would do.There are scientific reasons behind such sightings which underline the weaknesses of human vision and the fact that an intersection of multiple light beams can easily make us mistake a light beam amalgamation for a person in white. But the real question is ,can this amalgamation run beside your vehicle ?

Some also believe that this is the vision problem coupled with our conscience which is always wary of the prospect of being alone on such a road. Whether this is the truth or not, depends upon what you see after you first visit the road all alone during a night. But to assist this post, I ought to provide some material that may act as an appropriate source of info for those who may be interested. Don't forget to pop in your comments. 

Saturday, 25 August 2012

Paranormal Activity I

We often experience the realm of the paranormal but we either attribute these instances to the unclassified domains of the unexplainable, or we are too busy or too ignorant to notice them. Paranormal is not necessarily about ghosts and wandering spirits but its the domain of those forces whose existence, though non proven, has its own ways of asserting its presence.So I'm here to share a few instances of which either I've heard of or which I myself have been a part of.

This is an instance from my own life. It dates a long time back and if I'm not wrong, 1997 was the year. We used to put up in a different house then. The house had a long lobby. The kitchen and drawing rooms in front were connected with the living rooms in back through this sole lobby. I was 7 and I was considered to be an expert in walking or running in the dark. Perhaps we're much more talented when we are small. DESU(Delhi Electric Supply Unit) was the orchestrator of our power supply then, and its performance was woefully pathetic. Power cuts of 3-4 hours were quite commonplace. So, on this one fine day in April-May, I guess, we had a power cut in the evening.

It was around 7:50 and its precisely the time when you're neither comfortable with walking in the gloominess and nor are you okay with the idea of kindling a candle or lighting a torch. My mom was working in the kitchen and she had supposedly put two patilas on both the flames of our gas stove. One of them had milk and the other had water. Both of them were put on burners with the purpose of being boiled. I was playing near the kitchen until the power cut struck. As the power went off, the milk had almost boiled and so my mom switched that burner off, but the burner with the patila having water was still on. I saw all this with my own eyes and so there was no reason for being doubtful about it.

Since the water patila still had some time to boil, me, my mom and my elder brother, who was studying in the living room in the rear, decided to grasp some fresh air by paying a visit to the gallery on the rear side of the house. We all went there. After a few minutes, I went in searching for a my Cosco ball to play with and this was also about time when the water patila would have boiled up.So my mom asked from outside if I could close that burner. I agreed without an argument. After all, nothing else can be more showy for a boy of 7 than to walk in a dark house with a long lobby, all alone.

I was in my senses as long as I was approaching the kitchen but the moment I reached there, something shuddered my senses. The burners of the patilas seemed to have reversed their previous states. The burner of the patila having boiled milk was now burning and the one with the water patila was now closed. I rubbed my eyes and checked it again. I was shocked to notice that it wasn't an illusion or delusion. The burners had indeed swapped their states.

When I discussed this with the rest of the family, they said it could be because of the distraction due to the power cut. Even mom agreed to that. They even said that maybe both mom and I got it wrong while seeing that which patila was on a closed burner and which was on open. But none of them realized that if the patila with milk had been on an open burner throughout this time, then the milk would have been over boiled and overflowed by now. But as I reached there, it was perfectly fine. It looked as if the states were swapped just before I made my way into the kitchen.

What can you attribute this to ? Is it a mere failure of human perception or is it some force that wanted to show its presence ? What do you think it could be ?

Thursday, 23 August 2012

Formals,Bluetooth,Combing,Deo and Then ?





Tuesday, 21 August 2012

5 Messages A Day Keep Riots Away !

The very title of this post should be enough to let you know what it points towards. I or you shouldn't have a lot of problems with being able to send only 5 messages per day, but its imbibes in itself a larger prospect. The prospect which suggests that we are more or less powerless in the current times. Well, what else to expect when the country's top leadership itself is also suffering from that phenomenon. They'd block websites, they'd block messaging services but they'd not even once warn a stubborn but "nothing in front of us" opponent that our armies are ready to obliterate them at a single command.They'd ask you to do every possible thing to improve the situation but the question is if they themselves do anything about it. Either our leadership is too reluctant to act because of fear or they are in the perception that doing so is going to dent their vote banks. If its the former, they need to know that in every war we fought, we lost some, but we never lost as many as we are losing everyday because of not shuddering our enemy. And if its the latter, they should know that this is perhaps their last term ever.

Its not only about this very thing where its proven that the power which was once in our hands is quickly slipping away from it, there are tonnes of other examples.They won't let you protest saying that you're not supposed to protest in a manner that jolts violence, even if it doesn't. They won't let you say your word because they sense your word to go against them. They won't let you get plenty of opportunities because the number of opportunities already were just half of what was needed and half of what we had were also taken away because govt believes someone needs them more than you.They always want you to pay your taxes but instead of paying theirs, they'd steal yours and add them to their ever increasing bank balances.And last but not the least, they'd not let your man become the President because he was never a part of their party. Horrible !

They never do what they're supposed to do but they'd always want you to do what is considered to be your duty. Fundamental duties are as strong as they can get but directive principles and fundamental rights seem to get omitted. Its better time when we understand that we're not puppets and its better time that they understand that we're living beings. Blocking messages and blocking sites may help, but what may help more would be to hang Kasab and Afzal because its their ever elongating lives that fuel hope in ISI camps and its the delay in their death sentence which takes our spirit from us. For how long are we going to watch the scene as mere spectators. Saying that we're ready for any situation as we always say is not going to affect anything. Its better time when we fire a missile or two and tell them that our Agni is indeed a billion times more powerful that their useless and cynical Hakv. Indira did it and so did Atal. Yes, we lost a lot of lives and property but at least we started living with some pride and peace again. A delay in action is a clear-cut symbol of your unwillingness to react and that's all your opponent needs. But what we need is not a 5 message a day rule but a strong and sturdy governance that has a leader whose words itself are more impacting that a missile.

Sunday, 19 August 2012

Mysteriously Yours !

I often delve myself into texts and other forms of expressions that have to do with mysteries or with some hidden message that needs a little more than common sense to unveil. In my tryst, I came across a documentary on Discovery Science based on the most mysterious manuscript of all times - The Voynich Manuscript. Often cited as the most intriguing manuscript of our history, this book has given a lot of pain to all those who made an attempt to decipher its message. Its perhaps one of the greatest mysteries of all times that is waiting to unfold.

A section of the coveted Voynich Manuscript

The Voynich Manuscript is a possibly ciphered piece of text spread over 240 pages. The script is believed to be written somewhere between 14th and 15th centuries as C14 dating of the vellum on which its written asserts this. The manuscript is named after Wilfrid Voynich, the man who brought it in 1912 and brought the coveted book out of the shelves and welcomed it to a new world of exploration and speculation.

The book before coming to Voynich kept changing its owners with some of them being amateur collectors and some of them being veterans in the fields of cryptology and language.The book primarily contains pictures and text that is written in an alphabet that is unique in its own ways. The manuscript contains images of certain plants and fauna but certain images are believed to represent something else. Some images are so radial that whereas some believe them to be the structure of a flower, others believe them to be a view of some galaxy taken through some telescope.And like this, the interpretations are so varied that a conclusion can only dreamt of being reached. The text contains of something that's written from left to right but due to the unknown language its hard to see if it actually means something.

Although the text is almost non decipherable, there are certain patterns to it. Certain characters reappear after some fixed gaps, certain characters always form the beginning and end of a word or a set of words. Actually, the script is so crude that its even not broken into words, so any possible analysis is done on frequency of individual letters.Punctuation is used to break large chunks of words into paragraphs and separating blocks of text from each other via an asterisk based notation.Some computer mapped representations of the text were made to search for patterns and it was revealed that the language used is very similar to a partially structured language like English.

Due to the nature of the script's language resembling some other languages, some believe that the manuscript was a mere attempt of mapping the alphabet of some language into a set of calligraphic characters which the author had created. This explanation renders the script useless and regards it as a mere piece of art. However, some believe that if this were to be the case, a lot of men who spent entire decades in attempting to decipher it wont have done that. And more astonishingly, these men were top notch cryptologists or language researchers of their times. So if the script were a mere attempt at calligraphic mapping, it should have been noticed by one of these men. However, a scientist who hired some calligraphers and asked them to use a specific pattern to select calligraphic letters from a set of such letters and create a manuscript, was able to generate a similar manuscript in a few weeks.He asked them to randomly fill 600 blocks on a sheet of paper with different calligraphic characters and asked them to choose three of them at a time using a cardboard that had three squares holed in it.This scientist believes that for Voynich himself being an expert at such things, he could have easily made the script in just a few months. However, this, if true, asserts that the results of the C14 dating were manipulated.

So what exactly does the script contain ? Is it a mere attempt at fooling the reader and making him believe that its useful even though its not, or is it a message whose meaning is larger than what we perceive it to be. This has already been a subject of a lot of fiction and research. Some believe that its a mere expression of certain medicinal powers of the plants whose pictures are depicted, whereas some believe that the plants and the text used to describe them contain a meaning of their own. It might be a gateway to our future or it might be a gateway to some properties of plants that can save our lives. It may even be a treasure map as such things often turn out to be or it may be a message that was transmitted from one Kingdom to the other in a form so secure that no one would have thought it to be of any use. Some believe that the script came in two parts and the other part contains the deciphering mechanism to be implemented whereas some believe that the construction of the deciphering mechanism was left as a task for the receiver of the manuscript.

Perhaps with some more powerful and a more intelligent supercomputer in the future, a program could be written to extract any possible meaning(s) out of this text. Till then, all those scientists and researchers who have devoted a hell lot of time to this, would continue to do so. This script, till then, continues to be the most intriguing and the most puzzling piece of text ever written !

Saturday, 18 August 2012

Some Deserve, Some Reserve !

Before you story reading this, I ought to tell you that this, unlike other anti-reservation posts, does not straightforwardly advocate the termination of such policies, but takes a holistic view on how they ought to be changed and why. B R Ambedkar, who perhaps was amongst the greatest leaders that our country ever had, struggled against a venomous community of people who belonged to the upper sects and the upper castes of the society. He was ill-treated at his office, at the courts but eventually everyone who came in touch with him recognized the novelty of his cause and went being with him. He saw it all - how untouchables were denied the right to even the basic of things, how they were not allowed to pray in temples, how they were overridden in every moment that they lived. He took the courage to change it and so he did. He was a vehement advocate of a democracy that ensured that everyone stays equal and stands equal. But let me tell you, he never implemented any reservation policy on his own. So never are we supposed to attribute the fiasco of our present reservation policies on him or on his actions. He was a great man, and so he will be. He just presented the idea of a constitution where the govt or the authorities can possibly help a caste or a group that was rendered unprivileged either because of social bias or because of an authoritative or geographical one. But now, the situation has turned somewhat upside down. A Kind of redemption can be sighted in some terms. Even though most of the social bias is now gone and most of the underprivileged are now in fact more privileged, yet the policies meant to benefit them, continue to be there and haunt us.

So the question is, where did it all go wrong ? I, being born in a middle class family belonging to the general category, just had enough money and resources to complete my education. We just had what was needed just as is the case with any other average middle class family. But just for me being born as a general category guy, half of my opportunities were taken away from me at the very onset of my life. Why ? Just because I did not belong to the classes that are reserved. So just after my very entry into the scene, my govt made sure that I need to live a life of struggle,demolition and disgust no matter how bright a lad I am or how much potential I possess. Whereas, some other average guy from some rich family, a family that belongs to the say, SC or ST category, and a family that has enjoyed benefits of reservation policies for 2 generations and has accumulated a 10 crore rupees already, gets the assurance from our govt that no matter how less he scores, he gets into a better college than me, and further, no matter how many backs/compartments he gets there, he gets a better job or a better PG offer than me. The problem lies here. How in the world can you distribute opportunities on the sole basis of where you're born !!!

This was never meant to be like this. The initial policy prototypes after the idea of bringing such policies arouse, had something else to say. They comprised of ways in which the people belonging to the backward castes and tribes can be brought in sync with those in the upper classes. But none of the clauses in those policies derided the guys like me, who form a major chunk of the middle class, from our opportunities. The idea was simple. You simply cannot harm a section for benefiting one. However, our shitty politicians who never think for the country and always think of winning the next elections, had something else in mind. They knew that once they start to literally giveaway opportunities to the backwards and lure them with this bait, they're bound to stay loyal to them in the elections that follow. And this scheme did work. The reason why Congress stayed in power for so many years is just this. In fact the very reason why Congress came back in power in 09 was that they provided reservations to the previously unreserved OBCs. Otherwise, Sonia Gandhi would be running a Pizza Hut store in Italy, right now.Unfortunately, it was not to be.

When you just giveaway things to people, their view of that thing's value gets blurred. They refrain from working hard because they knew they'll get it anyway. They lose their skills instead of honing them. They eventually get something that they're not prepared for, and they're not equipped to handle. The reason why those who belong to the reserved categories end up getting the worst percentages in graduation is just this. They were not prepared for it and yet they got it. Some of them end up ruining their careers whereas some end up further raking on what the govt has yet to offer - reserved seats in the top notch PG schools. The utterly woeful situation of our PWDs, telephone departments and other governmental organizations can also be attributed to this lack of skill set. In fact some PSUs organize drives only for the backward castes and at times they even skip drives meant for an open pool. So its no surprise that most of them are reporting losses of as much as 10000 Cr.

Anyways, the fact that these backward class guys and gals do need some form of assistance cannot be neglected. The overall situation of these sections is still worth paying some attention to and there's no doubt that it needs improvement. But aiming for improvement with the existing methodologies can have dire consequences as we've already experienced. So, what now ? I guess financial assistance is the best form of assistance for the upliftment of these sections. In today's times, money is the only resource, apart from mind power, that can make you see success. Mind power is inherited or developed, and the lack of it cannot be tackled by reserving seats or posts,but lack of money can indeed be tacked by supplying money. Our nation has got so much of money to distribute to these guys that I can bet that no one of them would be deprived of it if such money is distributed properly. If our govt, which apparently is UPA, the same alliance that is a little too much interested in caste based policies, starts concentrating a little more on this idea than on scams and saving their leaders from going to jails, then this idea can surely be implemented here and now. No questions, it will take just 5 months for these guys to start getting their deserved money and then they can do whatever they want to do with it. They cannot complain then for lagging behind the general category guys because even the general category guys are studying in the same school and even in the same coaching. What would these guys need now ?  In case they still need reservations of opportunities that make the situation equivalent to an examination where they knew 80 percent of the questions in advance, then I guess its better to see the apocalypse than to see such undeserving guys reaping all the benefits and the deserving guys dying out in the open.

Thursday, 16 August 2012

Being Independent !

Freedom, if there were to be any, should not be exercised but it should be evident. If you're made to exercise it, it becomes a right, not an inherent element of your existence, something that it is supposed to be. Every 15th August, we wake up with a lot of energy and pride for ours being an Indian. We listen to the PM give his speech from the Red Fort, we listen to songs of patriotism on the TV and the Radio, we fly kites and we have our own discussions and tributes in our own small words to commemorate those who gave it all to attain our freedom. Doing all this is an attribution to the fact that we're still concerned about our foundations and about our history, and also indicates the pride we have for our nation. Every single part of it is right and couldn't be done in a better way. But the question is, if we get it wrong on the rest 364 days of the year ?

On 15th of August, our leaders, both national, as well as our leaders at our respective institutions, speak of our freedom and how proud and flattered we should feel to have it, but these very guys take it back when it comes to rest of the days. Your life, as long as you're in your office, belongs to your employer. But after office hours, they don't even possess the right to take even a minute of it. The reality though is very much away from it.You're made to work for extra hours with pending assignments being cited as a reason. The reality is that, they knew you'll take 3 hours more after the office, and to get those extra three hours, they assigned it to you.At times, your company even pays you lesser than you deserve and when you protest, you're terminated. Remember the case of Air India pilots ?

The national leaders, on the other 364 days, enslave you without your notice. You work as laborers and end up paying more tax than the worth of what you get back. Your money gets deposited in their Swiss bank accounts and you feel good just because you live in a free nation. You cant even protest as the govt uses their stringent laws to limit the magnitude of your protest. Remember Ramdev? Not only the government but also the various authorities obliterate you and treat you as if you mean nothing to them. You're denied of your basic right to lawful treatment,timely service and a good, if not best, quality of life.

But the real question is if we ourselves are to be blamed. We always forget the basic fact that the nation belongs to us, and not to the ones who run it. Its us who chose them to run it and if we don't need them, we can, at our will, kick them out. We believe that its our duty to bear with them, its our duty to work as our bosses say, its our duty to wait if the authorities demanded that. We forget, or perhaps intentionally ignore, the laws that were put down to provide justice. Even if we don't get justice, we're not supposed to go down without putting up a fight.But that's what we do. We succumb to injustice without fighting and accept it as our fate. We end up doing much more than we ought to and earning much less than what we ought to, all just because of ourselves. It had to change, it has to change and the change has to come soon or we'll perish under a system of blasphemy,bias and utter injustice. The future belongs to those who have the will to either accept is as it is, or to change it forever. I guess for the time being, we don't have both. Hence, today or tomorrow, we need to change, because if we don't, we'll be the orators as well as the spectators at our own end.

Tuesday, 14 August 2012

Ek Tha Engineer

I don't think I even need to comment on the similarity between this post's title and the title of a big movie you all are awaiting. The title of that movie and the day to day conversations I have with my other fellow engineers, compelled me to write down something that is issued in our own interest. Something that represents our community, partially, if not wholly.Ek Tha Engineer may not be a mega budget Bollywood blockbuster, but its at least a true account of how an "Engineer" went from being "is" to "was".

I guess one community whose population has really exploded in the last decade or so, is the community of engineers. Be it a bus, be it a metro or be it a neighborhood, you are always in the company of an engineer or two. In fact a bunch of engineers, if you're successful in enticing them, can ensure you of a victory in an election, on their own. In fact "Main bhi engineer, tu bhi Engineer, ab to saare desh hai engineer" is a little more apt than the corresponding team Anna slogan, in a few cases.

As always, the more common it gets, the more dull it is. There was a time when an "Engineer" in front of your name was enough to earn you reverence,repute and respect. You were seen as someone who is not only capable but one who is also prosperous,unique and extremely fit for all walks of life. Just having an Er in front of your name was enough to get you a job or even a bride of your choice.But with time, and with the emergence of Engineering colleges and groups of institutions that expanded like binary fission, the scenario changed drastically. Nowadays, engineers are available in abundance. In fact the overall supply of engineers is all set to last more than that of any natural resource on the entire planet ! And with this upsurge, all the reverence, the enigma and the golden image of engineers got marred.

With engineers becoming a common species, success became hard to come by. No wonder the largest chunk of unemployed graduates comprises of engineers. You put an opening for an engineer and expect 10 guys to turn up, and you'll get 100. Engineers have become so common that reputed b-schools give you lesser preference if you're from an engineering background. Most of the engineers are struggling to get a job for experience, so that they build a good profile before post graduation. But a good job, on the other hand, requires you to have some experience. So in IT terminology, you're deadlocked. You'r gone, you're dragged in a non-ending sea of dilemma and dismay.You keep telling yourself of your worth by putting an Er in front of your name, but you yourself know the reality.

You're down and out but you refute to accept defeat. Your struggle for a better life never ends. Your battle for a better living often disappoints you more than anything else, but you still choose to continue fighting than to lay down your arms. What keeps that coming? I guess that's one feature or trait, shall I say, that gets imbibed in us during the four years of our engineering. We'll lose but we'll not go without putting up a fight. Howsoever big may be the curriculum of the semester exam, we'll complete it somehow in one day, so what if we had 10 to do that. That element of fight, that streak of victory and that self belief is the only fuel that we need.We exist because of those experience sharing sessions we have with other mates from our community. I guess when they say that the best way to cure sadness is to share it, works perfectly in this case.We survive,coexist and fight with the hope that one day, we'll relive the golden era of engineering and engineers. Those times when an Er in front of your name was worth a lot, when you were amongst the riches fellas, when those 4 years were like a one time investment in yourself. We can only speculate whether that era would be back or not but in the meantime, we can hope that it does.This post was dedicated to that golden era of engineering and to that Engineer who was once our inspiration and our motive. Ek Tha Engineer !

Monday, 13 August 2012

The Confessions Of A Stalker: Part II

After having publicly revealed all that I've been doing while stalking a target in part I of this post, I thought of sharing a few more instances when the target influenced my future course of action in more than one ways. I've already admitted that as I stalk, its not an obsession, but its something else that drives me to do stuff which I wouldn't otherwise do. In this case, even though I knew that I'm lacking the guts needed to call her, I decided to do an extensive mobile number look up using some rare tools that worked till a few days ago. I also mined the Internet for getting possible(publicly available, no hacking as I've already mentioned before) documents where I could find her number. I knew her institute so I mined out data of her institute's website to see if I can find something. Unfortunately, I found a different number than what I was looking for. I found her roll number !

I dunno why but I was disappointed. I did not lose hope and tried other search engines, which I knew would never scale upto Google. Be it Gigablast,Dogpile or be it any other search engine of your choice, all I got was irrelevant information. Then one day, I found an xls which had a reference to her email id that resided on an old age email service. I took some hints and I thought that an old email may have been used in a lot of places for account creation or for general sharing purposes.So now, this email id became my primary means of getting her contact number, which I was never going to use anyways.

I dug into the Internet using her email id as a means to obtain some viable information and not surprisingly, the approach failed. I dropped the idea of getting her contact number and thought that for the time being, chatting on Facebook would suffice.A few months later, I changed my contact number and as a custom that follows a change of contact number, I messaged my new contact number to almost every one in my Facebook friends list. It was only after 2 days that I realized that I also shared it with them who never had any contact number of mine. It was blatant in some sense but no one gave a damn. But to my surprise, this girl took a note of mine new contact number and apparently retained it as well. And guess what, on my Birthday, she sends me a happy b'day message at the very stroke of dawn !

I was surprised,astonished and filled with disbelief. I kept opening that message again and again. I replied with a mere "Thanks". What else could I've done? I was not in my senses, to be very honest. But now, I had her contact number. Hell Yeah! Kept messaging her afterwards. Actually I have an obsession for texting and everyday, I send a stupid and general(at times even forwarded) message to at least 20 pals. So she and I started to interact a little more. But now she has her own job which I suppose takes a lot of toll on her. She comes on Facebook once in a blue moon, and very seldom does she reply to my messages.

I've heard that her company literally takes a lot out of its employees and so apart from sending a message or two in a week, I refrain from sending more. It will disturb her and take out some good and very much needed leisure time from her life.But this wouldn't stay like that forever. Just like she surprised me on my B'day, I too am planning to do something similar. Calling her or messaging her would be so very repetitive. I guess the surprise should reach her residence. But I'm not that good a miner of data that I may get her address out of publicly available docs on the Internet. Asking her friends for a favor might be reasonable but what if they put up some sort of a rebellion.I'm still working on my plans and I'm damn sure that I'd get her address by using the Stalker methodology that has been so successful till now. As I ended the first post, so I'm going to say it again.As long as she does not marry, or I do not gather the courage needed to declare my love, its gonna go like this. Keep Stalking!

Monday, 6 August 2012

The Confessions Of A Stalker : Part I

If it was not for me deleting all my web browser history a few days back, a Ctrl + H would have given you a page that was full of links to "her" Facebook posts and pics. She's drop-dead gorgeous but that's not the only thing that makes me stalk her. In fact every seasoned stalker would tell you that its not only about beauty, its about a unique combination of several things that drives that urge in you to open your Facebook/MySpace/G+/Orkut or whatever social network it is, and then spend more time on the target's profile than on yours.Its a very interesting phenomenon. It cannot be attributed to just love or attraction, its something unexplainable. You open her profile, do nothing else except to browse through her pics and her posts and then close all the corresponding tabs. After awhile, you are back to it even after knowing that things haven't changed in the interim.

This is not limited to social networks, I must say. The power of Google and Bing adds a lot more to it than what it would have been in the conventional era of stalking. The incredible features that produce a refinement in the search and give you accurate and relevant results help you to be aware of a lot of whereabouts of the target. In my case, The stalking has been going on for the last 2 years nearly and I've gathered a lot of information about the target. Ironically, the target is a real-life as well as a Facebook friend of mine, a childhood crush, I must admit. however, the target is not very active on Facebook so I have to resort to other means. I used Google's magical powers and even without her telling me, I know which games she is a wiz at, which company she works for, what is her designation, what were her percentages. I have to mention here than I'm not a hacker and none of this info was hidden behind a gateway or a server. Its all out in the form of pdfs,excel sheets and docs that are publicly released by the various places she was at. In fact at times I feel awkward when google tells me "You've visited this page 20 times", but it was totally worth it.

I use this knowledge to amaze her and to let her know how much time I spend on her. Ours has transformed from a pure stalking relationship to a combination of stalking and friendship. I still stalk because, I, like every other stalker, am afraid to tell her and it won't be a surprise if I attend her wedding as a guest rather than as a groom.But whatever it may be, this stalking gives me a sense of soothe and profundity that is unmatched. As long as she doesn't marry, or I don't gather the courage to tell her, its gonna stay like this.Keep Stalking !

Rajnikant a.k.a God


A Snapshot of Rajnikant's Facebook Wall

Link to his complete wall 

Sunday, 5 August 2012

Shaadi Ka Laddoo










The Real Life Commando

Quite often we come across cases where a reel life story or event manifests in real life and leaves us wondering. Here is another story where a reel life story transformed into a real life story with a few minute changes. I bet most of you must have watched Commando, The Arnie starer that was released in 85'. That perhaps was the first movie that symbolized the role of a protector. With her father being an ex-commando, the girl didn't face much problems in getting a release from the wrath of those who abducted her. Arnie fought with every force and blew the enemy into bits and pieces. What an awesome movies it was and at the end of it, all crowds were left asking for more. But guess what, we have been seeing a similar kind of story, though with a lesser magnitude and intensity, since 2004. Even in this case, there is a protector who strives to ensure that the person in their custody remains safe and sound, and ensures that any enemy that comes in the way repents that action for the rest of their lives.Still guessing whom they could be. Now I won't utter  another word and leave you with a modified poster to figure it out for yourselves.

Saturday, 4 August 2012

What exactly is the God particle ?

A few days ago, I posted something on who is god but CERN's revelations and their achievements on finding the source of everything - the origin of the universe, has compelled me to commend them and present a proof to assist an argument in favor of their prowess. CERN went out to find if Higgs Boson, which apparently is the first particle produced in the universe and the reason why we all are here, actually exists. And now they claim that they have found it. In one way or the other, this is a proposition that says that there were no magical powers of god that did the trick but it was science that resulted in us and in the universe.

However, the only question to be asked was if CERN had actually found it.They did not reveal the particle or any other specs about it that could put suspicions on the credibility of the project run away, and this raised doubts in the minds of even the most hardened supporters of science.Apparently, CERN did find the particle and there were no questions about the truth of this fact, but something anomalous prevented them from making the complete finding public.CERN were very active on Facebook and were posting every development regarding the coveted god particle until something unexpected happened. We've luckily grabbed a copy of their then Facebook wall. Here is a small section of the wall and the complete wall can be found at the link below.We have to say that the last post on their wall is very very astonishing !

Link To complete Wall -

How much can a man take ?

I'm blogging after days but I have enough to say. I started this project by virtue of my being a disappointed ,bewildered and an abetted soul. With time, I've realized that my situation has got much more to it than this. Although I've no full time readers yet I ought to share it with someone and while writing this blog, I share it with my sub-conscience, which may either approve of it or disavow it.Mine is a case of a man who dreams of things and who himself knows that he doesn't have enough firepower to realize them. Its not that I won't try but I guess my dreams are backed by the success of those who preceded me and inspired me and I guess the conditions that were amply ripe at their times have been clobbered by the cynics of a bureaucracy that has literally conquered every other structure.Yes, we've got too many participants be it anything but a guy with mettle should have no problems with it. The problem is with those who have their so called references and jacks.

Today, one asks the question that why are there so many intelligence failures in India or why are there so many infrastructure collapses or why are there so many foolish tactical steps that are taken by some of the top notch organizations. Well, what else would you expect from a nation that distributes opportunities on the basis of your caste than on the basis of your merit or your financial condition.But that is just one thing to it. The other thing is rooted in our beliefs that a guy with more experience ought to be better. Yes, experience is better but only when you need it. Fitting an experienced guy everywhere would help you sustain but would never let you grow.But why am I telling all this when I myself am the only one to hear.

Anyways, getting back to the point.Its basically about the limits of a man, his perseverance, his will to try unorthodox things even after knowing that a blemished hierarchy won't accept his beliefs, his efforts that he knows are going to go unnoticed.In fact ours is a nation where even after winning, you can be termed a loser. "Haar Ke Jeetne wale ko baaizagar kehte hain" may be less applicable than "Jeet Ke haarne wale ko common man kehte hain". So the question is how much can this common man take ? How much can he take after being deprived of half of his opportunities immediately after birth just because he was born as a general category guy ? How much can a man take after being humiliated for dreaming very high ? How much can a man take for being answerable to every mistake that he commits, no matter how small it may be ? How much can a man take who has to apologize even when he was not the culprit ? How much can a man take when his career has become more important than his life ? How much can a man take when he has already taken all this. How much can a man take when he has already been disavowed? 

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Lets start anew, lets start afresh

So finally, I decided to end my wait for this year's admission process of various mba institutes and to start preparation for next year's CAT. I was offered a few seats here and there but a lot of people told me that my worth is more than that.However, the real question in front of me was - can I score that good a %ile again ? Yes, its quite a tough job when you have quite a lot of odds stacks against you but its in our nature to oversee dangers and see what lies beyond them - hope. This phase made me learn that all that you need to take decisions as tough and as crucial as these, is motivation and guidance, and both of them come from the other social entities that you have acquainted since your birth. This time made me realize that men can walk alone only in books and for taking up the challenges of real life, you need to have a lot of people criticizing you and appreciating you at every point of time. Without them, your life is a pulp-less mango.So with this glimmer of hope and lots of dreams and aspirations, I have started preparing for CAT, yet again. May god be with me and may my destiny see to it that I reach it on time.


Some say its better to stay away from it and some say if you haven't taken any risks in your life, you probably didn't have any life. I agree with the latter. Risks are what make our lives unpredictable, enjoyable and surprising. Not only they add these elements to life, they also ensure that we keep learning with everything we do. So applicable the last statement is. As long as you continue living your life in a plain and dull fashion, you may very well be on route to success but you miss out on learning things that may be needed in future. If learning is a continuous process, risk is the element which induces learning and induces it in a manner that ensures that you actually end up learning.Yes, consequences of choosing a risky path instead of one that's known to us can indeed be detrimental but they can also transform your life and deliver success that you never anticipated. Life is full of chances and opportunities and going by law of probabilities, risking everything is not at all recommended. Instead, decision of taking a risk should be coupled with some thoughtful analysis of the consequences. If the mind says that its worth taking the risk, we should never hesitate in taking it. Its these risks the bring the juice in our lives and change us. And as always, change is necessary for sustaining on this planet.

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Ah ! This Weather..

For a guy like me who is riding a ship of doubts in a sea of dilemmas, there's nothing better than a weather as refreshing as this. The rains kinda bring a freshness and a sandy fragrance with them - something which no air freshener in the world can match. I always take rains as a signal from nature to move ahead and rejoice what's there to be rejoiced. Rains and pleasant sandstorms fill me with energy and enthusiasm that's enough to keep me charged up for a day or two. What amazes me the most though, is nature's ploy to impress you with overcast when even in your dreams you wouldn't have expected it. Love is what we ought to give our nature in return to its services and what we give back is barbarism.  I guess we would be late in realizing the value of nature and we would have done irrecoverable damage to the only hope that we are left with. Getting back on the weather, it seemed to me like a kind of reward for our minute efforts symbolized by today's being the Environmental Day.To sum up, I just have to say I would have never expected such a pleasant and lovely spell of showers amidst these scorching summers. If its a gift to me, I accept it with grace. If its a request to me, I ought to do my bit.

Who is God ?

It happens on quite a lot of occasions that we get pissed off from our situation and start questioning the existence of god. We not only dispose the faith we had in him for years but we also try to challenge our own beliefs and of course, the beliefs of others who tell us god is good.However, what we actually question in these circumstances is ourselves because neither god nor his worshipers can force you to believe in him. It was us at the first place who decided to believe in his existence and it was us who decided to thank him for what he bestows and request him for what we need. So if suddenly some day, we decide to question god's existence, we are actually questioning our own conscience and our own decision making abilities that assisted us when we entrusted upon god for the very first time. One can never be sure of an entity's existence unless he has witnessed the entity itself. But god is just like the time travel machines that are never made but are in the books, and those species which are supposed to be there but never seen, and those elements which are there in periodic table but never found, and those particles for which the scientists working at CERN are looking for. God is just a concept whom we've never seen and whom we believe to be there. It is this very belief that guides us on the route to god's discovery and its this very route where some end up succeeding and some end up failing.Its not god who guides us but its our path towards attainment of god that does it. Hence whether we believe in god or not, all of us are chasing and looking out for some concept. The concept which some call god and some call fate.

Monday, 4 June 2012

What is that I need ?

Is it love or is it life ? Quite often I get in this dilemma as to what do I exactly need at this point of time. I have lots of years to live and a lot to show but at this moment I feel like a rotten pumpkin. I wouldn't have said that but I would as I feel that way. So to get that feeling away I wish if I had a partner. A partner can give you solace and take all your tensions away from you but, at this very point of time, can I afford to lose a track of those tensions ? Well, why in the world would I need them if I have a partner. Maybe, because they will guide me and make me a man or maybe because they will tell me what to do. However, the partner on the other hand would ensure that I live peacefully at this moment. So what is it that I need. Hard to say, really hard ! If you go by what a man's gotta do, I should do something to let them know of my worth. I should actually take those tensions with me and let them mould me to make me something. On the other hand though, as a human being, you ought to enjoy your life to the fullest as you don't know when it gets over. But I shall chose the first way and go on with my life the way it goes because even otherwise, I won't get a partner, unless I have achieved something in my life. Crazy times, I can say. Life is testing and I'm ready for it.