A Curious Mind W(o/a)nders

Saturday, April 29, 2006

Eat, drink, talk, work, sleep

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The earth whirls, days rush on,
Another spring arrives, a winter disappears…
I eat, drink, talk, work, sleep.

Wars imposed, fights for civil rights, millions ravaged,
He commits suicide, she is murdered…
I eat, drink, talk, work, sleep.

Men fulfill their ambitions, ladies, their dreams,
Men and women struggle for their existence…
I just eat, drink, talk, work, sleep.

There’s a man in space, a computer in his pocket,
Liver, pancreas, kidney, intestines, even heart now gets transplanted!
Yet I, I only eat, drink, talk, work, sleep.

This numb routine of existence that I have,
In a universe of inconceivable possibilities…
What confines me, holds me back in my quagmire…

My blinkers firmly lodged to shield me from the universe,
My only ritual till inevitable death,
Eat, drink, talk, work, sleep.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Pirouette of a Restless Mind

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Why can’t I fly,
In the endless open sky,
Without a drink,
Get a high,
Move on in life,
Without a sigh,
If I don’t like it,
Just defy,
And attend formal interviews,
Without a tie;
Just to irritate people,
Raise a hue and cry,
And when they cast angry glances,
Turn a blind eye;
Only dream day and night,
But yet fly high,
Give dumb advice,
And still be the wise guy,

How do I get an answer,
To all these endless whys,
Since even you don’t have the solution,
Thank you, bye-bye. :-D

Monday, April 24, 2006

Anonymous Quotations

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"Important truths begin as outrageous, or at least uncomfortable, attacks upon the accepted wisdom of the time."

"We owe almost all our knowledge not to people who have agreed, but to people who have disagreed."

"In any field of inquiry, the beginner is more likely than the expert to make important discoveries."

"People who pursue their own intellectual interests for purely personal reasons are more likely to benefit the rest of the world than are people who try to act for the public good."

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Maiden called Life

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The more I embrace her, the more she slips away,
The more I appease her, the more incensed she is,
The more I steer her, the more evasive she becomes,
Enigmatic, evanescent, teasing…

The farther I try to run away, the closer she comes,
The higher my abuse, the greater is her forgiving love;
And when I set her free, let go…completely,
There she stands smiling her undying smile…

Deeper and deeper I delve into her and further lost, adrift I feel,
More and more I unravel her and more mysterious her mysteries become…

This maiden called Life,
And the trifle of a lifetime to fathom her…

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Contradicting expressions of that same emotion...

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She wanted to submit…lose herself in him,
Surrender her rudder to his valiant will…

Mould herself to his desires,
Confine herself to tendering for him.

For was it not in his happiness that her joys lay…

Yet he was not happy…

He wanted her by his side,
Complementing partners hand-in-hand,
Together, fighting the world, changing it…

In her independence, her freedom;
In her assertion of her own free will,
He found his love, his affection, his joy…

And I silently wondered from a distance,
At the contradicting expressions of that same emotion…

Saturday, April 15, 2006

For a pint of that unfamiliar failure...

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He walked on, further and further,
A trail, it didn’t even exist; he didn’t care…

Friends trudged along him for a while,
A while…before they gave up…one by one.

The bond of friendship, too tenuous for this journey…

His foes, pursued for a distance,
Till no further they would go.

Abhorrence wasn’t enough…

Yet he trekked on as if in a reverie,
Unmindful and unaware…
Willingly bequeathing prosperity of the familiar,
To friends, foes, whoever desired…

For his quest was for the periphery, the fringe,
The unexplored, uncharted, unanswered…

That joy of uncovering knowledge unknown,
Living on the very edge, making every moment count,
That thrill, that ecstasy, that bliss…

Fail in his quest even if he may...

A hundred familiar triumphs were no match,
For a pint of that unfamiliar failure…

If you want to learn Game Theory

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Reservation: The actual issues

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The reservation issue is again hogging the limelight thanks to Mandal-!!.

Just posted this comment on Jaya's blog. It's cryptic but captures the essence of the problem of reservation.
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What's the objective:
Equal opportunities for all at stage n.

How does the government intend to attain this objective:
Support those who do not receive equal opportunities till stage (n-1) so that they get equal opportunities at stage n.

Points of contention:

1. Who all do not receive equal opportunities: SC/STs, OBCs, women (there is reservation for women in AP's entrance exams), economically backward etc. etc. ... in a vote bank democracy common identities are waiting to be discovered.

2. What is "support": Reservation is just a form of support. Support could also take the form of special schools, grants, concessions, tax rebates etc. etc.

3. What's stage "n" : If one defines "n" to be the final opportunities-for-living, then support in employment maybe justified. If "n" be the employment-entry stage, then support in the higher educational institutes maybe justified...and so on....

These are problems most nations have been grappling with in some form or the other for quite sometime.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Did I lose you?

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In finding my way through these tortuous lanes of life,
Grappling with the ever-changing immediate,
Confronting, wrestling with that overpowering future,
Running, running all the while to get ahead…
Did I lose you; lose you somewhere my friend…

In shedding that extra load to rise higher,
Dressing up to look better,
Talking smooth to sound sweeter…
In giving to the world what the world wants of me…
Somewhere…somewhere did I lose you my friend…

That carefree soul, innocent spirit,
Fiery idealism, stupefied wonder…
Those silly jokes, that mindless babble…
That naïveté…

Tell me, tell me I didn’t lose you my dear friend…

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Her dance

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Floating unshackled in space,
Weightless on the waves…
Free flying in the heavenly clouds,
She dances unmindful in her limitless joy…

The gods stupefied, awestruck at the spectacle,
The universes stand still,
Her intensity, her allure…
The climax of all creation?
Her dance of life…

As I stand silently wondering,
Lost in her beauty, in her dance,
Feeling blessed…

My beloved mirage

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My mirage, dear fleeting mirage…

Running after you since aeons;
Through heaven and hell,
Through life…
So close, yet so far…

My mirage, dear fleeting mirage…

For your feel, your touch, your refuge,
In the hope that you’ll perceive the words unsaid,
In the hope that you’ll look back…just once,
In the hope that you’re real...

My beloved mirage, dear fleeting mirage…

Friday, April 07, 2006

Guncha koi

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(Song Title: 'Guncha koi' from the movie 'Main, meri patni aur woh'
Singer: Mohit Chauhan)

Guncha koi mere naam kar diya.....
Guncha koi mere naam kar diya.....
Saki ne phir se mera jaam bhar diya...
Saki ne phir se mera jaam bhar diya...
Guncha koi.....

Tum jaisa koi nahi is jahaan mein,
Tum jaisa koi nahi is jahaan mein,
Subah ko teri zulf ne shaam kar diya,
Subah ko teri zulf ne shaam kar diya,

Saki ne phir se mera jaam bhar diya...
Guncha koi.....

Mehfil mein baar baar idhar dekha kiye,
Mehfil mein baar baar idhar dekha kiye,
Aankhon ke zazeeron ko mere naam kar diya,
Ankhon ke zazeeron ko mere naam kar diya,

Saki ne phir se mera jaam bhar diya...
Guncha koi.....

Hosh bekhabar se huye unke bagair,
Hosh bekhabar se huye unke bagair,
Woh jo humse keh na sake dil ne kah diya,
Woh jo humse keh na sake dil ne kah diya,

Saki ne phir se mera jaam bhar diya...
Guncha koi.....
Guncha koi mere naam kar diya.....
Saki ne phir se mera jaam bhar diya...

Thursday, April 06, 2006

War and Peace: A Perspective

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(Was rummaging through old documents.
Found this article published by me at the height of the second Gulf/Iraq War in 2003)

As the war on Iraq rages relentlessy, it is apparent that this affair shall be a long drawn one, a bloody battle where each side shall use all means in its possession to finish its enemies off. And thus, the spectre of war has shifted from open attacks to suicide attacks, and from targetting 'only' military establishments to politics with humanitarian aid. And accompanying this duel has been the other battle, the propoganda war where each channel tries to potray itself as the most neutral and objective reporter while at the same time taking care not to displease their political bosses on who they depend on their very survival......a very difficult ask indeed.

But the issue or the perspective on which I would like to dwell, though related would sound or appear to have little connection, atleast initially to those whose focus is exclusively the theatre of conflict. Today, we have a surfeit of commentators and intellectuals, in fact in addition to the supposedly well-informed analysts on television, every person on the street round the world has a point of view; and very rightly so, each person is entitled to his independent and personal perspective. And they range from extremes at both ends to moderate viewpoints. Whether indicting the coalition or the dictator in Iraq or the Arabs and Islamists according to one's loyalties, there is a common strand in the viewpoint of every informed citizen of the world. That there is a vice, there is something naturally or deliberately but atrociously wrong, something which goes against our accepted sensibilities and values and the side I support, whether it is the coalition of the willing or the Iraqis and Arabs is trying to correct this or fighting to uphold this right.This in a nutshell summarises the arguments on both sides of the fence.

This brings me to a more basic argument. What is wrong on the scale of the society must be wrong on the individual scale as well. What we, as concerned global citizens, consider wrong and evil, when applied on large masses of humanity, must be equally wrong and reprehensible when applied to individuals and small groups of people, And this represents to me, the greatest dichotomy of the war. Every individual, irrespective of his stand with regard to this conflict, engages with elan everyday in his personal theatre, in the same atrocities, which he opposes on the global scale. How many of those so-called peace activists do not employ the very same tactics which the Americans are employing in the battlefield, for a rise in their own organisations. How many of those opposing Saddams's brutal tactics and favouring his oust do not use the same tactics to dominate in their personal lives. How many commentators and reviewers decrying the biased coverage and propoganda of the channels, the moment they step out of the hallowed pretincts of the studios do not engage in shameless prevarication for personal gain. And how many of those men on the street with such a strong sense of justice that they march out in millions for or against the war, use the same scale of justice to measure their personal behaviours. As the old adage goes, it is easier to preach than to practice. It is easier to demonstrate, to fight, to even sacrifice one's life for principles and values than to implement it in one's life. And principles or values - democracy or freedom or self-respect etc- have the same yardsticks irrespective of whether they are applied to societies or individuals.

And this leads to the fundamental question, how do we expect to be applied to societies or armies or nations, the values which we loathe to implement personally. What is the society, who composes the Ameriacn or Iraqi army, it is men like us. My power might be limited, so my vices and tricks are limited to my family or friends, my friend might head an organisation, correspondingly his theatre of deceit is larger while for Bush or Saddam it is the entire world. But the basic idea is the same. And while we, the common citizens of the world, oppose those means when applied to large groups of citizens, we are happy employers of the same techniques, albeit on a smaller scale and within the law, in the humdrum of our commonplace existence.

We have to realise that we are the society, it is men like us who command armies and Bush or Saddam or other so called leaders are just our manifestations. Most of us engage in the same deceit within our limits, deceits we are opposing on the streets today. Our theatre is limited, the law doesn't recognize these petty issues, so we continue to engage in these deceits while we take moral stands on global issues. The whole thing smacks of hypocrisy of the worst kind.

So what is the solution? The narration of a minor incident in the life of Mahatma Gandhi will make this clear. A gentleman suffering from acute diabetes once came to Gandhiji, an occasional practitioner of traditional medicine, for treatment. Gandhiji sent him back on the first day without advice requesting him to return the next day and this routine was replayed for many days. At last, after many long days, Gandhiji gave the man his medicine which was to forsake all sweets.
The man, perplexed and stupefied, asked in all humility why Gandhiji had delayed this advice for so long. Gandhiji replied saying that he himself had been a diabetic for a long time and yet had not given up eating sweets though he knew it would cure him of the ollness. How could he advise something which he did not follow. In the intervening days since their first encounter, Gandhiji had given up sweets completely before proffering the advice.

Many might argue that this discussion has only an academic relevance and impossible to implement in the real world. The Indian freedom struggle led by Gandhiji disproves this; it was a resistance where entire struggles were called off when even a single participant flouted the principles in their public or private lives. Few realise the significance of this. But this is the only practical and permanent solution, since every individual has control over only himself, not over Saddam or Bush's policies. A change in the individual's personal theatre will be reflected on his society and gradually this will be reflected in the ways of the world.

Until every one of those demonstrators and analysts starts implementing in his personal theatre what he advocates publicly, nothing will change or even if there is a change it will be temporary. We are tackling the manifestations, not the root of the problem. The process of personal reformation and discardment of this hypocrisy is long and arduous, but it must begin, and this war must serve as a clarion call for that reformation because who knows, tomorrow you or I might be in Bush or Saddam's shoes and then our theatre of action will not be our homes or office but the entire world.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Feeling Life...

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That whiff of fresh air,
When tedium is the steady wind…

Smell of the eccentric,
When convention is the accepted fragrance;

Free falls into the abyss,
Even as mobs ceaselessly rush to the top;

Giving it all up,
Just like that…just because you no longer believe in it…

The sparkle of the doomed genius,
Even as prim bulls charge ahead;

Feeling Life, when everybody is busy living it…

I know me

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(written on 25 Mar, 2006)

Tied by so many chains,
I am free...
I have no wings,
Yet I fly...
In the midst of the cacophony of people,
I feel perfect solitude...
Love, hatred, bigotry all round me,
Yet free of prejudices...
Weights of innumerable expectations,
Yet feel so light…

For I know me,
I feel me,
I realize me…

All else is inconsequential…

I know the universe,
I feel the universe,
I realize the universe…

Coming back to "virtual" life…

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Managed to get a dial-up connection here at home today evening after many days of trying…
Can hardly explain to people around what getting back on the internet really means to me...

The alleys and streets of the "virtual" have become such familiar territory, inextricably linked to the continuum of life, that without it at times living seems almost seems incomplete…at other times it's that familiar backdrop while discrete incoherent "realities" form, evolve, then dissolve into an uninterrupted flow…that emancipated space, in large measure still unfettered by so many afflictions harassing "reality"…

Okay, am getting too prosaic. Basically, am back online and am happy about that…so expect an avalanche of posts in days to come. :-)