"Life's really simple,but we insist on making it complicated"-Confucius.
Undeniably,i think its more of man's infinite notions,judgements,opinions and actions that makes life complicated.So,the intricate nature of one's life is rather by choice that advance with the undeviating convoluted human nature.
To avoid personal responsibility,if we acknowledge that rules of life are unfussy and explicable;and we muddle up things,then we have nobody but ourselves to be blamed for it.The more complex we make things,the more prospects we have to put the blame on others.
Complexity is totally controlled by us.We like to scuttle after things that are arduous to achieve.The real culprit is ego,which at one level keeps churning out fresh desires by the dozen and at another level keeps scouting for pride.If we did everything in an austere and a straight forward manner,there would be no sense of achievement or excellence.
But then,look at the other side.If life was a "bed of roses",full of fun and pleasure;then probably we would all be an atheist.Everything has a cause.Hence,Complication in life is crucial to persist our faith in the "supreme power".
We change our minds.We hem and haw trying to make the right choice,or trying not to make one at all.We manipulate,or give it away.We like something;then we don't.We accept someone,then get mad and reject them.The Plethora of our deeds makes our life complicated.But then,one should not take life too seriously.Nobody made it alive out of it anyways!
Friday, October 15, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Pitter Patter
At 5:00 in the evening,leisurely sitting in my loggia, with a cup of steaming hot coffee in my hands,watching the dark clouds sailing by;I fervently wait for the rain.
Its raining;its pouring.Rain always brings a smile on my face.Nothing makes me more exultant than feeling those untarnished droplets of rain on my face.Raindrops falling all around;pitter pattering on the rooftops and pitter pattering on the grounds.
I sometimes wonder raindrops are such funny things,they don't have wings,feet or hands;yet they navigate throughout the air with the greatest of ease.They dance on the boulevard where ever they desire ,bringing with them sparkle,verve and hope.
What could be more enticing than to see those misty sweet droplets on your window panes,dripping through trees and grass,falling fat;falling fast.The invigorating smell of first drop of rain falling on the mud,smells fresh in mind.The colour gray surrounding us,forming small droplets by millions;colours our emotions.A special kind of cold hugs our bones,cold that you would never want to let go.Puddles form,stirring and splashing;of all shapes and sizes for so many sets of feet.Freshening the flowers and bathing the birds;everything seems pristine.
Rain has its own charm.To enjoy it ,unleash your poise.get wet;get drenched.Feel the rain drops soaking in your skin through clothes.And then watch the sun break through the angry black clouds resulting in a brilliantly shimmering blanket of colours as if carved with diamonds;which is indeed the most picturesque creation of Gods mighty hands.
Its raining;its pouring.Rain always brings a smile on my face.Nothing makes me more exultant than feeling those untarnished droplets of rain on my face.Raindrops falling all around;pitter pattering on the rooftops and pitter pattering on the grounds.
I sometimes wonder raindrops are such funny things,they don't have wings,feet or hands;yet they navigate throughout the air with the greatest of ease.They dance on the boulevard where ever they desire ,bringing with them sparkle,verve and hope.
What could be more enticing than to see those misty sweet droplets on your window panes,dripping through trees and grass,falling fat;falling fast.The invigorating smell of first drop of rain falling on the mud,smells fresh in mind.The colour gray surrounding us,forming small droplets by millions;colours our emotions.A special kind of cold hugs our bones,cold that you would never want to let go.Puddles form,stirring and splashing;of all shapes and sizes for so many sets of feet.Freshening the flowers and bathing the birds;everything seems pristine.
Rain has its own charm.To enjoy it ,unleash your poise.get wet;get drenched.Feel the rain drops soaking in your skin through clothes.And then watch the sun break through the angry black clouds resulting in a brilliantly shimmering blanket of colours as if carved with diamonds;which is indeed the most picturesque creation of Gods mighty hands.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Shades Of Grey
Seven years, since i left my hometown and stepped into this city-the city of "Qutub Minar" and "DlF promenade",the city of "kake da dhaba" and "Le Meridian",the city of "Chandini Chowk" and "F-bar & lounge",the city of "Sarojini Nagar" and "Connaught Place";a city so life-sized in itself ,that it had to be further segregated into "North","South","East" and "West".A city on high alert whole year round ,as always being on the pinnacle of every terror threat. Where people live,eat and breathe money.A city which sermonize "Life is fast,so keep on moving"-the city of DELHI!
The hustle- bustle of this city sometimes gets on to my nerves.Subjugated by its clout,people have lost their identities;lost their own selves.Life is so assiduous,that you hardly have time to breathe.And the worst part,even if somehow you take out time to breathe and pollution being a major apprehension here;one can only breathe in and out carbon dioxide.People from all over the world,all sorts and make,cast and creed come to reside here- but the irony is;the city ends up dwelling in them rather than they dwelling here.
"Delhites" is what people loved to be called here.It gives them a feeling of great reverence.And if by chance you are from "south Delhi";thats just a plus ten straight on your "happening lifestyle".People with plastered and forged emotions are found in profusion.The underpinning of every relationship built here is monetary.People talk less,money talks more.If you have it,you're welcome in their spurious and so called well heeled society and if you dont ;you looked down upon with ignominy.So the first thing everyone becomes skilled at here is,even if you dont have it;still flaunt it.
Heat is intense ,winters are chilly.But weather has never been a constraint for the gripping lifestyle of Delhites.Life is never stagnant.Here,its just the survival of the smartest.A place where only business and pleasure converge and people stay detached from each other.Lot of people come here-the capital city of INDIA- with hopes and dreams in their eyes, and then go astray to have a completely changed persona;for it is well said that "if you cant beat them,join them".
The hustle- bustle of this city sometimes gets on to my nerves.Subjugated by its clout,people have lost their identities;lost their own selves.Life is so assiduous,that you hardly have time to breathe.And the worst part,even if somehow you take out time to breathe and pollution being a major apprehension here;one can only breathe in and out carbon dioxide.People from all over the world,all sorts and make,cast and creed come to reside here- but the irony is;the city ends up dwelling in them rather than they dwelling here.
"Delhites" is what people loved to be called here.It gives them a feeling of great reverence.And if by chance you are from "south Delhi";thats just a plus ten straight on your "happening lifestyle".People with plastered and forged emotions are found in profusion.The underpinning of every relationship built here is monetary.People talk less,money talks more.If you have it,you're welcome in their spurious and so called well heeled society and if you dont ;you looked down upon with ignominy.So the first thing everyone becomes skilled at here is,even if you dont have it;still flaunt it.
Heat is intense ,winters are chilly.But weather has never been a constraint for the gripping lifestyle of Delhites.Life is never stagnant.Here,its just the survival of the smartest.A place where only business and pleasure converge and people stay detached from each other.Lot of people come here-the capital city of INDIA- with hopes and dreams in their eyes, and then go astray to have a completely changed persona;for it is well said that "if you cant beat them,join them".
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Wind Back
The journey began 21yrs back,when my parents let down the guard and put me to my first school-kindergarten.From then ,there was no going back.The expedition from kindergarten to high school,from making clay toys to making sulphur dioxide,from learning "A-B-C-D" to learning Archimede's principle; will always be etched in my mind as the most enchanting,relaxing and euphoric chapter in my life.
Drinking meant "milk" then.Lunch meant "maggi" in the tiffin.When "hundred bucks" from parents made u feel affluent.The only fear was of "exams".Reaching on time meant 7:30 in the morning,just making it for the school assembly and taking the pledge.Sleeping through the periods, with the notion in mind of covering up the syllabus in the coaching classes.Sports day was the time to get tanned and to be ready with your fake medical certificates.When "christmas" meant a one month long winter break.Riding our new bicycles to school with so much smugness as if driving a mercedes.Calling up friends frantically a day before exams to borrow notes was standard.
When three months of summer vacation was not as much, and a 45min long period seemed eternal and dreary.Chemistry practicals meant setting the slab on fire and physics practicals meant bunking the class. To be called in the principle's office was customary.The only hierarchy found was "juniors" and "seniors" .Waking up each morning, packing the bag and not being fretful at all to look up the time table even once.The only meeting to be taken care off acutely was parents-teachers meeting .When "houses" meant yellow,green,blue and red,"probability" meant maths ,"thou" meant shakespeare and "red ink" meant fail.
School life had its own allure and enthrallment which can never be matched for.I abhorred going to school everyday but loved the fact of catching up with my friends and updating them on any important gossip they had missed on.The only day the whole class was present was the day of getting the class photograph clicked,dressed up all sleekly.Who would have thought that time,as time would dash,all i would be left with will be those photographs as memoirs.Even today,i look at them with just one contemplation and yearning- i want to WIND BACK and live these moments again.
Drinking meant "milk" then.Lunch meant "maggi" in the tiffin.When "hundred bucks" from parents made u feel affluent.The only fear was of "exams".Reaching on time meant 7:30 in the morning,just making it for the school assembly and taking the pledge.Sleeping through the periods, with the notion in mind of covering up the syllabus in the coaching classes.Sports day was the time to get tanned and to be ready with your fake medical certificates.When "christmas" meant a one month long winter break.Riding our new bicycles to school with so much smugness as if driving a mercedes.Calling up friends frantically a day before exams to borrow notes was standard.
When three months of summer vacation was not as much, and a 45min long period seemed eternal and dreary.Chemistry practicals meant setting the slab on fire and physics practicals meant bunking the class. To be called in the principle's office was customary.The only hierarchy found was "juniors" and "seniors" .Waking up each morning, packing the bag and not being fretful at all to look up the time table even once.The only meeting to be taken care off acutely was parents-teachers meeting .When "houses" meant yellow,green,blue and red,"probability" meant maths ,"thou" meant shakespeare and "red ink" meant fail.
School life had its own allure and enthrallment which can never be matched for.I abhorred going to school everyday but loved the fact of catching up with my friends and updating them on any important gossip they had missed on.The only day the whole class was present was the day of getting the class photograph clicked,dressed up all sleekly.Who would have thought that time,as time would dash,all i would be left with will be those photographs as memoirs.Even today,i look at them with just one contemplation and yearning- i want to WIND BACK and live these moments again.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Papa's Daughter
Today,when there is a surge of nostalgia and i look back in conjecture, the amount of drudgery that has gone of my father for me to be a fine lady, is colossal and untold.Always being by my side,holding my hands and making me walk with just one dictum in his eyes- "Dont tumble"- as i gradually took steps towards the journey called LIFE.
Working day and night,so that i get the best of food,clothing and education.Always compromising on his own needs so that my needs can be taken care off .Even though our preferences and thoughts never matched and we had our share of fights and arguments,but in the end,always letting me have it my own way as long as i was safe,secured and tenable.
Getting me clothes despite of the fact that they never used to fit me.Making me sit and listen to old hindi songs and make me watch dilip kumar's movies even though i used to loathe it. Telling me his childhood stories and trying hard to induce that he also was a "wannabe" in those times.At night,sneaking in my room to kiss me on my cheeks and to make sure i was sleeping well.Stealing sweets from the fridge and on being caught,always giving those naive looks accompanied by his naughty smile just used to make me adore,revere and exalt him more and more.
Even now when iam 25,and the journey of life unfolds,i still have a story to tell-a story of a daughter and her loving father.Iam still her little daughter who used to play and jump on his knees once.I can feel and see the same maxim in his eyes of me being exultant and content.He is growing old,but his charms,his puckish looks and his impish smile are sill just enough to bring me back to life when iam down and out.I guess somethings never change and this feisty unbreakable bond of me and my papa is one of them.It is indeed a feeling of great conceit for me ,that i was,am and will always be my "papa's daughter"
Working day and night,so that i get the best of food,clothing and education.Always compromising on his own needs so that my needs can be taken care off .Even though our preferences and thoughts never matched and we had our share of fights and arguments,but in the end,always letting me have it my own way as long as i was safe,secured and tenable.
Getting me clothes despite of the fact that they never used to fit me.Making me sit and listen to old hindi songs and make me watch dilip kumar's movies even though i used to loathe it. Telling me his childhood stories and trying hard to induce that he also was a "wannabe" in those times.At night,sneaking in my room to kiss me on my cheeks and to make sure i was sleeping well.Stealing sweets from the fridge and on being caught,always giving those naive looks accompanied by his naughty smile just used to make me adore,revere and exalt him more and more.
Even now when iam 25,and the journey of life unfolds,i still have a story to tell-a story of a daughter and her loving father.Iam still her little daughter who used to play and jump on his knees once.I can feel and see the same maxim in his eyes of me being exultant and content.He is growing old,but his charms,his puckish looks and his impish smile are sill just enough to bring me back to life when iam down and out.I guess somethings never change and this feisty unbreakable bond of me and my papa is one of them.It is indeed a feeling of great conceit for me ,that i was,am and will always be my "papa's daughter"
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Heart or Mind?
Apparently the heart is supposed to beat and the mind is supposed to think ,but it has never been so.Somehow they both end up thinking and assessing our problems using their own astuteness.However,the problem is never resolved because both the "perspectives" never match.If the heart says "NO" the mind says "YES" and vice-versa.The end result-we have one more add on to our already existing heap of problems-"SHOULD I LISTEN TO MY HEART OR MY MIND?"
Its very difficult to take a stand and question the acumen and expertise of either one of them because technically they both are RIGHT!!
The fear within is always there.What if you listen to your heart and things dont work out,then you'll be called an EMOTIONAL FOOL .And what if you listen to your mind and things dont turn up to be your way,in that case you'll be called a CALLOUS.
So at the end,blindfolded, we decide to lay a wager on either one of them. But the irony is ,incidently or co-incidently it happens most of the times that we end up making the wrong choice and our risks and ventures doubles.
Knowing all this,still our heart and mind plays vital roles in all our decision making.It is now in our convention to probe and weigh their perspicacities.And despite of doing so much of speculation ,the question will still prevail and linger...."HEART OR MIND?"
Its very difficult to take a stand and question the acumen and expertise of either one of them because technically they both are RIGHT!!
The fear within is always there.What if you listen to your heart and things dont work out,then you'll be called an EMOTIONAL FOOL .And what if you listen to your mind and things dont turn up to be your way,in that case you'll be called a CALLOUS.
So at the end,blindfolded, we decide to lay a wager on either one of them. But the irony is ,incidently or co-incidently it happens most of the times that we end up making the wrong choice and our risks and ventures doubles.
Knowing all this,still our heart and mind plays vital roles in all our decision making.It is now in our convention to probe and weigh their perspicacities.And despite of doing so much of speculation ,the question will still prevail and linger...."HEART OR MIND?"
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