10 April, 2018

Purpose in Pleasure

How do you draw the line between purpose and pleasure... 
What if you find pleasure in your purpose...
Or better still, purpose in pleasure..

Does that belittle the pleasure or the purpose ?!?

25 March, 2018

Alone in the World ?

Read this on Facebook recently... Written by Philip John...
It is not the way it is written, but more about what he tried to say that rang a bell....

Alone in the World
She writes a poem for her lover. She thinks it is a good poem. When she sends it to her lover he says, “Thank you, it’s nice.” As though she had given him not a poem but a cup of tea. Why, he should be grateful. How many people can say they have lovers who write poems for them? She feels alone in the world of her poem that perhaps only she truly and fully understands.

Later that week she discovers her favourite writer is going to be present at a literary festival. Finally, a chance to hear him speak, perhaps even meet him. At the festival she manages to have a word with him while he autographs her book. Many people complained they did not “get” the writer’s last book. But she loved the book and she tells the writer this. “Thank you for writing this book,” she tells him. “When an artist of your caliber writes with such intimacy and fearlessness your book is a gift to the world.” The writer thanks her warmly. But she cannot stop. Some force larger than her has seized her. So she continues: “The book is a risk, a dare. It has lingered in my mind for years. It has become a part of my interior life.” The writer thanks her again. Then he turns to leave. Something comes over her. “Sir!” she says. The writer turns around. “’Don’t bother about the readers who don’t get it,” she says, “and who don’t thank you enough, your book is great, it changed my life.”

The writer’s eyes soften. Something passes in the air between him and her. Like a bridge. He nods graciously at her and smiles. She raises her hand in an awkward half-wave. Then he is really gone for good. She watches his retreating back as it gets smaller and smaller until he disappears from view. This man who took seven years to complete that book, who arranged words and images in an intricate shape that was close to him, like the shape of a birthmark on a lover's thigh. Who wrote knowing that no one but him might truly and fully understand his design. And yet he did it, took the risk of being alone in the world with something he made. Something full of his blood and thoughts. If he could do it, she could do it too.

20 March, 2018

The One

We ultimately want the same thing in life... 
To be wanted and to have someone we want next to us in our lives....

Through the many changes in life, it is very difficult to say when or how these people keep changing, sometimes bringing back the same old people.... as if nature need one more way to tell us that what goes back comes back !

The tricks our mind plays, directly and subconsciously to be the one, is amazing... and sometimes even amusing....

2 March 2018

24 February, 2018

The view from a DTC bus

Travelling in public transport makes you realize lots of things...

Our faith hangs in balance of thin threads, tempting you to tug at them and then face the repercussion....
We seem observe everything around us, but accept only what suits us...
We make a big deal about our privacy, but seem to be okay with attending our personal phone calls loudly in public...
Even hard core feminists and so called we-are-all-equal type ladies are the first ones to jump at empty seats, despite lots of people (aged and young) having waited for the same for ages...

There seems to be another side as well... like DTC bus drivers applying brakes to wait for a pregnant lady to cross a crowded road... of DMRC employees properly assisting foreigners on which places they shouldn't miss...

It appears to be a shallow two faced world, which likes to be taunted and teased... bullied and berated...

18 February, 2018

Individualism and Independence

I sometimes wish I could live in a silos... Just as a social experiment.. To see if I'd be able to survive.. Manage to stay away from all the people I like and care about... wonder if we'd live life the same way if we didn't have the social security... Of people we can depend on... 

All of us like to think that we are individuals, with our own thoughts, feelings and imagination... But I wonder how long we'd survive without the social net... In fact even our 'individualistic' thoughts are almost always influenced by our social circle....
Why then, is there so much hue and cry about Individualism....

I am all for independence, but I am not convinced that it necessitates individualistic outlooks...


I know all of us like to think that we are individuals, with our own thoughts, feelings and imagination... But I wonder how long we'd survive without the social net... 

In fact even our 'individualistic' thoughts are almost always influenced by our social circle....
Why then, is there so much hue and cry about Individualism....


I am all for independence, but I am not convinced that it necessitates individualistic outlooks...

31 January, 2018

Break the Norm

What do you do when you want to break an existing norm, but don't want to hurt the sentiments of someone you care... Let the person stay under the illusion that you agree with their thought ? Or make you stand clear ? Where does one draw the line.. will the stance remain eclipsed forever...

At one end, in my head, I am quite clear on what I believe..
But at the same time, I don't think I have the courage to take the stand and explain it...

Clearly, to be able to pull it off, you need courage or clout !

17 January, 2018

Planning

We often plan something... build it up in our head...
And one fine day, we realize, that the outcome has been very different...
So were we expecting too much from life...
Or is this life's way of showing us who is the boss...