Monday, November 28, 2005

Nature, you reveal...


This weekend, I had gone to Chennai, just to attend a friend`s wedding reception. The journey from Hyderabad to Chennai, by Charminar Express is usually a long winding ride and I therefore had quite some time to read an Agatha Christie Book as well as catch up on the brilliant scenery outside.
The morning, after which I had boarded the train, the earlier night, I got up all drowsy and irritated on having been woken up by the loud fat woman on the lower berth.
I went to the toilet, washed my face and then quickly remembered that I did not have a towel with me. In such situations, I normally go and stand near the door and allow the cold wind to dry my face, and believe me, it is often really refreshing.
The outdoors also were really captivating, with the early morning dew and the eager greenery looking towards the sky with great anticipation to beget more sunshine. The mountainous backdrop to all this greenery and the early morning sun, as drowsy as myself slowly peeping at the country side.
I stood there, captivated, expecting the sun to rise and lend more colour to the already picturesque sight. But Nature is quick to deceive humanity. Dark Clouds started to form and they slowly covered the horizon, where the sun had earlier been trying to rise. As the train curved over an embankment, it slowly started to drizzle. A most dramatic transformation, I would say.

Slowly but steadily, the picture began to change and the slight drizzle was turning into a violent downpour. I was awestruck at the sudden change. It was as if God was reading my mind and as if he decided to give me a quick lesson about life. It was truly as if he was telling me that nothing is permanent and that calmness and turbulence, that light and darkness, Day and night are all aspects of life and that it is in their transformation and turn of events that the wholesomeness of Life itself is defined.

One of my favourite poets is William Wordsworth and the main reason is that I tend to draw inspiration from nature to trigger my thought process, which is so much like how he uses nature to craft those most beautiful poems.

As I turned back and closed the door on the request of my co-passengers, I thought to myself about how, if Wordsworth had travelled to India, if he had travelled on a train, if he had seen the immense richness of nature; how much richer English poetry would have been.

Not that the poets of India, themselves have done a lesser job, but Wordsworth as his name suggests had quite a talent with words, very simple words to express the most complex and unexplored outbursts of emotions.

I myself have often been inspired by the natural beauty explored through the tiny windows in the chugging trains.

Nature, thy best knows to teach, to refresh and nourish my body and mind.

Nature, you reveal...

Monday, November 21, 2005

A Melodrama called Life


Recently I have been wondering whether my blog has primarily been a snapshot of all the good things i have come across in my life. Except a few questions and arguments here and there, I found my observation being correct to a great extent.

Life, is more like Dal Lake( in pic) It is a classical place of beauty and charisma and yet, it is also embedded with the most dark and sinister acts of human nature.

Recently I happened to read an article in 'The Hindu' magazine, which talks about how small children near the Pakistan border of Kashmir are trained to handle weapons, throw grenades and the like. There were many stories of how many of them led a life of slavery, washing utensils used by the terrorists, being used as human shields, in cases of encounters. Oh! Lord how I detest this pitiful existence of mine..!! How powerless I am, What can I do..???
People sometimes remark that there are great changes happening in the society.. and that there are certain problems with the transition, but still, the basic challenges faced are the same as earlier and life too remains the same.

Even today many people die of hunger, many die due to road accidents, due to natural calamities, but of course death itself is natural and I needn`t complain, but why out of hunger, Why is the world not powerful enough so as to satisfy Man.

But again, am I not just whining and what help will it do, if I am just going to vent my anger out here on this blog. What purpose will it serve...?

In the great epic, 'Mahabharatha', Kunti prays to Lord Krishna, that she may always have sorrow, so that she is always reminded of God. Actually there is a great revelation in this. It actually clears the fact that sorrow is part and parcel of life.. But arguments apart, all those NGO`s who do good work, those occasional great human beings who go all the way to do some good for a cause, unlike me who just hasn`t done anything yet, but just blog about it so. If it were not for them, I wouldn`t have had hope.

Let me devote myself to a social cause... That should be my chance for a refreshing dip in Dal Lake. I do not want to purify myself of my own sins, rather let me absorb the sorrow so that I may soothe the tearful millions.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Trekking down a Village called India.

Recently we witnessed the passing away of Mr.K.R.Narayanan, the former president of India, a great parliamentarian, a humble citizen, a true son of the soil, a distinguished leader and a brilliant poet.

Recently I happened to read in "The Week", a tribute to him, by Jacob Mathew, a publisher of the week. It provided an excellent insight into the man. He had as a child written a poem entitled " A Poet`s plea" and sent to "Malayala Manorama". It was published and the editor replied to the young narayanan with a gift of two rupees.
He later reminisces that he hadn`t been more happier, even when he had become President of India. So moving along these lines, my mind moved on.. playing with his initials. I was instantly reminded of two other great intellectuals of our nation.

One of them is R.K.Laxman, the great Indian cartoonist. I searched for his cartoons on the net, but I could only find them on a portal on tripod by a person called Rahul Lakhote. I had earlier read, in Reader`s Digest, an interview with him. It was really good to say the least.
His cartoons have always given both laughter and triggered thought and his simple sketches have been so much in sync with the Common Man`s thoughts, that I must say, his art has by now been taken for granted.

He is in true regard, the official cartoonist of India, i must say. R.K.Laxman however did not overnight become profound in his interesting profession. He started by illustrating for his brother....
His Brother, the third angle to which my mind lingered at last, none other than the great raconteur R.K. Narayanan.
In Jacob Mathew`s article quoted earlier, he remarks that "Malayalis love Nostalgia".. In fact many of us do, We are all nostalgic at times... And I am sure any of us who have read about Malgudi or have seen the mini-series on Television would instantly go nostalgic whenever we listen to the title track of Malgudi Days...
That was the power of the stories, power of the images created in our mind, depth to which they were etched in even the most uninhabited corridors of our memories.
I guess these memories themselves are the greatest forms of appreciation an author can ever get..
During my stints of lazy browsing, I came upon this article. In which it said that Graham Greene once remarked that Narayan`s readers think that there is really a village called Malgudi in India. What he forgets is that, Malgudi is nothing, but a caricature representing all the thousands of beautiful villages in India..
Though these three great sources of my inspiration have been diverse in their professions, they all had one common trait.
All of them loved our nation, they loved our villages, they have all been nostalgic...
At the end of it all, I question myself why do I play with the letter K and R. K.R and R.K. Am I myself reminiscing about my village in KerRala..??
India, is a collection of diverse beautiful and villages, each of them with a great culture and wonderful stories to tell..

Monday, November 14, 2005

Getting past the Cold.


Of all the diseases I`ve so far endured, The Common Cold, is perhaps the most prolific villain. It stresses you upto the point of irritation. Simple as it may seem, it can give you sleepless nights.

I have had a cold last weekend, and I tell you it was really one hell of a weekend. With Cold, you cannot venture out into the cold outdoors of hyderabad.

I have had to spend my time in the weekend with this sickening cold, so I picked up a book of Sherlock Holmes and kept reading it through the weekend.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle has really been a great crasftsman in creating these characters so believably, that I was marvelled. Each of the stories actually take you to the scene of the crime and can actually keep you hooked to the book.

I myself have never been a great observer, but let`s see whether I become one after completing the two volumes.

Meanwhile, I guess I myself havent been doing much.
I went and registered my blog in
indibloggers. It seems to be a collection of different blogs by indians all over the world. It`s nice to know that people can actually organize such forums.

I actually even came across another
blog. Looks like there are lots of people who check it out. The blog on TOI( Times of India..Phew!!) was rather enlightening about how people use even calamities to boost their business. But ultimately the truth is that a good businessman sees a business opportunity in every nook and corner.

I had the chance to check out this website called
SimilarMinds. They ask a few questions and tell which Classic Movie I am.. Quite Amusing.. It seems I am a movie called "Sunset Boulevard". Have heard of this one, but I`ve never seen it. So I dont really know whether it is all so true.
Details Below.

People keep inventing such things.. and they should do it.. Otherwise Internet would long ago have become monotonous.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Gift me a dream


I generally seem to like to put pictures on my blog, I dont know whether it is to make things colourful, but having a picture always lends it more sophistication I guess.
Today Morning I had a dream, A dream of the beautiful countryside, where two children walk, and reach a big house. There the boy, who was supposedly elder, took the little girl inside the house and introduced her to another small little girl equally beautiful. They become great friends.. but sadly I did not sleep enough to see more blurred images of them playing together along some blue flowing river or making small paper boats and setting them to sail, or buying colourful ribbons along with the big brother at the country fair.
Man, in his sub conscious state can travel to the most exotic destinations, speak to the most legendary people in history, fall in love with gorgeous ladies who have graced the silver screen, and always return home as well.
Dreams seem to have a strange existence and differing impressions on the memory as well.
Some we remember, some we do not like to remember , some we cherish but forget.
As my brain cells churn at mind`s pace, and toil all day.. I can feel mind yearning for some rest, some time to slow down.
And before I go to sleep, I tell my mind, do take rest, but as dawn nears, please please...
Gift me a dream....

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Reading.. A Habit so challenged, yet Strong.

Reading books is one habit, one pastime, which many people enjoy, and some truly cherish. There is nothing more enlightening and refreshing than reading a good book.
I sometimes feel distressed for not being able to find enough time to read all those thousands of brilliant writings and books out there. I myself aspire to be a writer, and therefore am sure that reading some thousand books, will surely add a lot to my persona.
In fact one lifetime, is truly not enough or exhaustive for reading the amazing wealth of literature out there. I still remember, the happiness, the anticipation, on getting a new 'Tinkle' or a new 'Gokulam' or a new 'Chandamama' to read.
Thereafter as children grow older, we used to be fed with the likes of Enid Blyton, Charles Dickens, R.L.Stevenson and the likes.
Many may even move on to read "Mills & Boon", as they near adolescence. And today, in this age where knowledge of "Harry Potter", is like a minimum requirement for children, I truly yearn for those old days, when as children, due to lack of books, we used to search in the old attics and find even Older "Non-Detail" books and Text Books with wondrous stories, with great aplomb.
Interest in books is triggered at a very young age by the interest in the stories, told by the grandparents and other members of the family. It blooms into a thirst to know more and learn more by ourselves.
Today in the little time, I get, when I read a "John Grisham" or Short Story of Tagore, I still feel the thirst in my heart, in my head to read, read and swallow more.
As Technology progresses, the world saw the growth of television, internet, mobile phones... God alone knows what it will be next.. But Books have remained and shall always remain..
Recently the onslaught of "Harry Potter" has triggered an interest in books again for the tiny tots. I, myself am not a very avid fan of J.K.Rowling and have not had the opportunity or the interest to read an Harry Potter book, somehow...
But, my love for books and stories have not receded.. I hope to read.. I hope to live more so that I can read more...

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Anger... If we could stop thee


Anger, is one great evil, which has the power to beget an entire life of contempt, hatred and suffering. It not only spoils the health, but also is very much capable of soiling the state of the mind as well.
It is no wonder then, that how control of one`s temper, is a mighty accomplishment.
We all know, the story of Isaac Newton and his dog "Diamond" when, Diamond had upset a candle over Newton`s years of thesis. Newton, just calmly remarked "Diamond, Thou little knowest what damage thou hast done".. It is a man of great patience, a man of great power over his temper, who has said this. And justifiably, he has been one of the all-time greatest scientisits we`ve ever known.
I myself have been unable to control, my temper, at the most silliest of concerns, but it is also true that I have regretted, these moments of helplessness over my own mind and it`s ripples.
Here, I blog a poem titled "Temper Lost", which I had once written in a moment of such helplessness.

Life turns wayward, as clouds gather,
Lightning spells havoc, as minds whimper
Cries go unheard amidst, Thunder Strong
Shelter!! Shelter!! Run for Shelter!!

Oceans panic and lions retreat,
Wars cease and snakes coil.
Food goes waste as hunger diminished by fright;
Darkness!! Darkness!! , In my search for Light.

With nine lives, a cat hides,
With cracking jaws, alligators slump and lie,
Mystic Terror, runs a ghostly race.
Snails and Sloths keep up the pace.

Until now, a solid ground, a carrying bowl,
Shakes and yearns for revenge of soul.
"Nature is in Turmoil", says the wise Owl
Time to heal, Time to keep On a roll....

Monday, November 07, 2005

Is Marriage, a Visa to Sex.

Marriage is just a ritual. Yes! What has lovemaking got to do with marriage?? This is the argument of most progressive minded individuals. I would say, nothing wrong with it.

It is only when two people love each other a lot, when they wish to become, one both in body and spirit, it is at that instant of that time that they decide to unite for life.
It is this love and willing to live together, that culminates in sex.
So, do we actually need a ritual called marriage to legalise things, for fear of society.??
I know that this is the question that must be lingering on your minds right now.
I would ask, what is the disadvantage in just registering your love for each other, with a goverment body.
It is just a way of showing the world how much you love each other.
There is of course nothing wrong, if you have decided that, you will be spending the rest of your lives together, to have a little pre-marital sex. But if you are indulging in something, which has no long-term standing, no real love, then why take the pain.. Without love, it is not pleasure, but just pain.
You will detest it, once it`s all over. If we were just like animals, then this whole wonderful concept of a 'Family' would never have been evolved. Man, would never have grown into such a wonderful creation.

It is his/her power to think and analyze that has crafted this society.

It is his/her power to reason out that has differentiated between good and bad.

But when generation of humans grow, they keep questioning and counter-analyzing.
When they look upon the society as it exists, they yearn for change.
They yearn to break from the orthodox.

In an instance of progressive thinking, they forget to realize, that they may be starting to repeat the cycle all over again, by returning to pre-historic ways.

Marriage is not just a ritual, or a visa to sex.
It should be treated as a solemn agreement, the official bonding of two individuals in society.
It should be treated as a means to bind different individuals into a fabric called society.
If not for such machinations, all people, would move in haphazard directions.
Today, if there is a concept of 'Universal Brotherhood or Sisterhood', surely marriage has had it`s role to play toward this.

To the many people, who have counter arguments, i have only one thing to say..
" ...If you want to indulge in a physical relationship, without commitment, very well go for it.
but dont ridicule the institution of marriage"..
I repeat dont treat marriage as a visa to sex.