A road trip through the countryside had been always the best refreshing weekends for me. And last week end was something of its kind. A long drive with a new friend who shares the same passion of me in knowing the history and past of the places, I visit. Some one who is very close to my interests and passion.
It all started as a road trip plan to north of Iran. I wasn’t even sure of the destination. All I wanted from the ‘Travel Agency who processed my travel plan was a two day retreat, one night of peaceful sleep away from work and a guide, not a driver who knows English and know ‘where we are going’. I seldom knew that these requirements is going to start a lifetime friendship.
So, as chartered by my travel company, my itinerary included a two day trip from Tehran to Anzali, Roodkhan Castle and the Masouleh Village. Since, I didn’t do any homework to research on these places, I started out blindly.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
The First Fall
A wonderful morning and an encouraging words from a good friend is much an inspiration to continue writing with more positiveness than ever before. And thanks friend for being so compassionate and willing to go through my posts and give your valuable comments. In this beautiful land, where you have been so long, I have just started my journey across seasons and now, I am at the verge of experiencing my "First Fall"
People who know me will also be aware that I come from the tropical, calm and monsoon oriented climate of southern shores of India. A beautiful place where change in climate is not so scientifically defined and rain and sun comes around in a rough 3 months interval. No snow, no fall, no one can say when summer starts or what exactly winter is.
Though heavenly with climate of my homeland, I always longed to experience the bitterness of nature. The extreme, which I never had in my life time. Because, with bitterness always comes the beauty of sweetness. With the dryness that cracks your skin, comes the magical "Fall" of colours all around, with the chilling cold wind, comes the ethereal beauty of snow, and much more, which I really need to know myself. At least in this case, I don't want to keep me forecasted much about what happens next with Google :)
Here, the weather has fixed timelines. On a fine pre defined morning, the summer started (though the summer for me here was a pleasure ), and then the intensity of heat started decreasing and with fine and intermittent rains, the temperature started falling. And then it all started. As if the nature triggered the alarm, all trees around understood that it should save the moisture and the water for the harsh time ahead. The result was, all moisture in leaves was sucked into the water reserve within the truck and the magic began.
It was a ballet of colours; green, yellow, orange, golden-yellow, the blend was so amazing.
Maybe the lack of words or the wait for more magic restricting me to end here. Maybe I must bring in the skill of composing the feel of my heart to words, but it aint easy.
Have a good day friends..
People who know me will also be aware that I come from the tropical, calm and monsoon oriented climate of southern shores of India. A beautiful place where change in climate is not so scientifically defined and rain and sun comes around in a rough 3 months interval. No snow, no fall, no one can say when summer starts or what exactly winter is.
Though heavenly with climate of my homeland, I always longed to experience the bitterness of nature. The extreme, which I never had in my life time. Because, with bitterness always comes the beauty of sweetness. With the dryness that cracks your skin, comes the magical "Fall" of colours all around, with the chilling cold wind, comes the ethereal beauty of snow, and much more, which I really need to know myself. At least in this case, I don't want to keep me forecasted much about what happens next with Google :)
Here, the weather has fixed timelines. On a fine pre defined morning, the summer started (though the summer for me here was a pleasure ), and then the intensity of heat started decreasing and with fine and intermittent rains, the temperature started falling. And then it all started. As if the nature triggered the alarm, all trees around understood that it should save the moisture and the water for the harsh time ahead. The result was, all moisture in leaves was sucked into the water reserve within the truck and the magic began.
It was a ballet of colours; green, yellow, orange, golden-yellow, the blend was so amazing.
Maybe the lack of words or the wait for more magic restricting me to end here. Maybe I must bring in the skill of composing the feel of my heart to words, but it aint easy.
Have a good day friends..
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Love is in the Air
A most captive sentence which I ever felt about while reading through numerous love quotes all over. Many a times, I felt, it's not the mention of love that makes this special. It's the feeling of happiness , those lines fills in the word makes it more remarkable.
I don't know who coned this sentence for the first time, but whoever, it had been, must have felt love deep to the heart, either the happy or the hard way. I feel to experience the same , go through the same thoughts, through the mind of that wonderful soul.
I would like to imagine - though the heart of a young girl. Why girl? I always felt that for a girl in love, the love is all about feeling good, happy and wonderful, feels life to be more special than yesterday . With such a bouncy heart, she is all set to meet him for the evening. She strolls down the park, with all the feeling of love filling her, she sees all the happy faces around her. Her happy eyes, feels and sees only the happiness in the faces around her. The dark sad face of the world is strange to her and her heart sings to her.
I don't know who coned this sentence for the first time, but whoever, it had been, must have felt love deep to the heart, either the happy or the hard way. I feel to experience the same , go through the same thoughts, through the mind of that wonderful soul.
I would like to imagine - though the heart of a young girl. Why girl? I always felt that for a girl in love, the love is all about feeling good, happy and wonderful, feels life to be more special than yesterday . With such a bouncy heart, she is all set to meet him for the evening. She strolls down the park, with all the feeling of love filling her, she sees all the happy faces around her. Her happy eyes, feels and sees only the happiness in the faces around her. The dark sad face of the world is strange to her and her heart sings to her.
love is in the air
Friday, October 19, 2012
To continue working
Sometimes, after all the effort you put in, seldom the good work is appreciated, magnanimous will power is required to keep the morale high. As I figured out in my last blog post, the level of job satisfaction determines how closely how can meet the expectations.
In stem of the process oriented work places, the role and responsibilities are set based on process and project requirements. But, when there is no process, the job routine comprises a fluctuating series of responsibilities, an undefined boundary of roles and answerable to multiple calls. This creates a chaos in the system, which ultimately affects the deliverables and the cost rather that the participating resources.
In a non process oriented environment, it becomes very difficult to make the efforts measurable and the added pain of indecision makes each day more difficult to pass.
In stem of the process oriented work places, the role and responsibilities are set based on process and project requirements. But, when there is no process, the job routine comprises a fluctuating series of responsibilities, an undefined boundary of roles and answerable to multiple calls. This creates a chaos in the system, which ultimately affects the deliverables and the cost rather that the participating resources.
In a non process oriented environment, it becomes very difficult to make the efforts measurable and the added pain of indecision makes each day more difficult to pass.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Satisfaction Guaranteed
I wonder, is there any job profile in this world which comes with this tagline - "Satisfaction Guaranteed". I never been able to match the scales of what job satisfaction is meant for each individual and how the expectation varies from each employee. Job is an essential evil for majority of the population except for those rare silver spooners, who can live without it. Now, what job each persons ends up is also quite clearly defined. It depends on multiple criteria as I look down
Some are born with talents, like painter, singer, dancer etc. They relish their passion to the core and excellent devours of their passion get paid for life time for doing what they mostly like to do. From my perspective, it is the most high paid job in the world and highly satisfying. To get income from the most relished passion.
There are another set of people who education directs them to particular job category. One who get admission for medicine, becomes a doctor. Another who gets admission for historical science, becomes archaeologist or librarian. Here, it is not the passion of the field of job, but the availability of opportunity that made them to learn that particular branch of study and their job profile was linked to their study.
Some people whose has certain passion which they relish but due to the fear and dependency on their life, they hide the passion in heart and work in different areas. In these poor souls, though their passion is different, there are content with their earning and hope that at some point of life, they could retire from these jobs and go back to their passion which is still burning deep within. I belong to this category.
So, I believe Job satisfaction is a factor for the last category whose aspiration and job profile is contradictory. Even though, job satisfaction is a whole sum of the work environment, recognition, team, skill set and many other factors, each one of them as large enough to be discussed separately.
All I have learnt from my work experience is that find joy in what you do to make money, ignore the pain points, let not that affect your mind. Believe that those pain points are for what you are paid off and the part you relish, you are doing for your own satisfaction.
Some are born with talents, like painter, singer, dancer etc. They relish their passion to the core and excellent devours of their passion get paid for life time for doing what they mostly like to do. From my perspective, it is the most high paid job in the world and highly satisfying. To get income from the most relished passion.
There are another set of people who education directs them to particular job category. One who get admission for medicine, becomes a doctor. Another who gets admission for historical science, becomes archaeologist or librarian. Here, it is not the passion of the field of job, but the availability of opportunity that made them to learn that particular branch of study and their job profile was linked to their study.
Some people whose has certain passion which they relish but due to the fear and dependency on their life, they hide the passion in heart and work in different areas. In these poor souls, though their passion is different, there are content with their earning and hope that at some point of life, they could retire from these jobs and go back to their passion which is still burning deep within. I belong to this category.
So, I believe Job satisfaction is a factor for the last category whose aspiration and job profile is contradictory. Even though, job satisfaction is a whole sum of the work environment, recognition, team, skill set and many other factors, each one of them as large enough to be discussed separately.
All I have learnt from my work experience is that find joy in what you do to make money, ignore the pain points, let not that affect your mind. Believe that those pain points are for what you are paid off and the part you relish, you are doing for your own satisfaction.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Burning the midnight oil
An old saying isn't it? But sometime, it is quite natural that I have to stay awake to complete a schedule and remember this phrase and smile at it. Because, there is no point in remorse since, it is part of my life and maybe many around us . So, only option is to smile at that famous words and say "oil is meant for burning, either at midnight or day"
Life is a mystery, no matter in what ever ways we try to justify. Recently, I was watching few of BBC's nature videos about the different parts of earth. I was amazed by the diversity and the complexity of life. Life itself is a great challenge where all living organism has only three aspects:
Life in all living things is confined to these three predicaments expect for humans. This is the exact point, where I don't understand the stupidity of the human intelligence. Man improved the life, health and the overall cause of the existence of race. But, in the cycle of life, how can I justify that I am 'burning the mid night oil' for few Dollars, which do not have any meaning to complete the life cycle in earth.
What is the meaning or place of for a concept called money in the life chain. Man made it, and made the entire life cycle complex. The intellectual thinking of humans has both helped and destroyed the whole concept of living and life on earth.
The result is that when the life first appeared on earth and started the continuous re orientation to reach stability, the first mistake in chain happened in the form of evolution that created man. The evolution that created man was not meant to be, not atleast in the way that, in the life span which is much shorter compared to big picture, majority to time is spend on
Seriously dude, I cannot see life here :) may be I already burned too much oil.....
Life is a mystery, no matter in what ever ways we try to justify. Recently, I was watching few of BBC's nature videos about the different parts of earth. I was amazed by the diversity and the complexity of life. Life itself is a great challenge where all living organism has only three aspects:
- Fulfilling its part in the greater food chain
- Reproduction for the continuity of life
- Raise the offspring (not mandatory in some species) till they can get their own food.
Life in all living things is confined to these three predicaments expect for humans. This is the exact point, where I don't understand the stupidity of the human intelligence. Man improved the life, health and the overall cause of the existence of race. But, in the cycle of life, how can I justify that I am 'burning the mid night oil' for few Dollars, which do not have any meaning to complete the life cycle in earth.
What is the meaning or place of for a concept called money in the life chain. Man made it, and made the entire life cycle complex. The intellectual thinking of humans has both helped and destroyed the whole concept of living and life on earth.
- Humans are the only life that kills for fun
- Humans are the only life that resists to a part of greater food chain and already destroyed the life balance by spreading and growing like a virus.
- Humans are the only life that consumes natural resources more than the necessity to sustain life
The result is that when the life first appeared on earth and started the continuous re orientation to reach stability, the first mistake in chain happened in the form of evolution that created man. The evolution that created man was not meant to be, not atleast in the way that, in the life span which is much shorter compared to big picture, majority to time is spend on
- learning to make money
- Working to make money
- Teaching offspring to make money
- Sharing the wealth to offspring to have a base to make money
Seriously dude, I cannot see life here :) may be I already burned too much oil.....
Friday, October 5, 2012
The Writer's Block
A long discussed topic which is easy to come by, but the real pain is when the self become the sufferer. During the recent past months, I am deeply inflicted by this non genetic disease, which is killing my writing passion day by day. people suggest different methods/ideas/cures to overcome this, but the real pain is felt and understood only by the victim.
There were days, when I had many ideas to blog, when I could just sit over and finish a post. But as this disease became more and more chronic, the peril desperation to find words to make sense became as hard as a fathomed trench. Each thought of writing a blog post being washed away by parallel diversion in the forms of movies, reading and other luxuries, which produced everything except a scrape of profound pleasure generated by the publishing of a post.
Another major hard nature of this disease is that, the severity could be understood only by a blogger who has already walked by this path. There is no side rail for this race which could give the exact feel of the real frustration, the desperation and the pressure oozing through the nerves of the patient.
But, a cure was required and must come in the right time. I went through the blogs of many fellow bloggers of bloggerville and read their own examples of nightmares and the real life experiences. All of them, went through this narrow ridge suffered the same desperation felt by me. But the point, that made me glad was all of them passed through this narrow and shaky term of illness.
And the cure was nothing other than the magical drug which is equally effective for many known and unknown diseases in this world - Determination.
For a blogger, who is suffering a difficult stage to find words and the lack of time to sit and make out the words, determination is not a walk in the park. The resolve to start again was the first step. start slow and steady. Ambitious milestones were not set. But, the aim was to start it up again.
May be, the ache of this start will last for couple of days. But a start made is an achievement, a milestone set to move further, to make the stubborn disease to die and perish. I may have to get inspired by many moments of the day to tie upon a single topic to write about. I will have to make each single word count,by which the dried up fountain could come back to life. But, as all my fellow bloggers say, there is never an end to any plot, one is just the follow through of another.
So, is this.....
There were days, when I had many ideas to blog, when I could just sit over and finish a post. But as this disease became more and more chronic, the peril desperation to find words to make sense became as hard as a fathomed trench. Each thought of writing a blog post being washed away by parallel diversion in the forms of movies, reading and other luxuries, which produced everything except a scrape of profound pleasure generated by the publishing of a post.
Another major hard nature of this disease is that, the severity could be understood only by a blogger who has already walked by this path. There is no side rail for this race which could give the exact feel of the real frustration, the desperation and the pressure oozing through the nerves of the patient.
But, a cure was required and must come in the right time. I went through the blogs of many fellow bloggers of bloggerville and read their own examples of nightmares and the real life experiences. All of them, went through this narrow ridge suffered the same desperation felt by me. But the point, that made me glad was all of them passed through this narrow and shaky term of illness.
And the cure was nothing other than the magical drug which is equally effective for many known and unknown diseases in this world - Determination.
For a blogger, who is suffering a difficult stage to find words and the lack of time to sit and make out the words, determination is not a walk in the park. The resolve to start again was the first step. start slow and steady. Ambitious milestones were not set. But, the aim was to start it up again.
May be, the ache of this start will last for couple of days. But a start made is an achievement, a milestone set to move further, to make the stubborn disease to die and perish. I may have to get inspired by many moments of the day to tie upon a single topic to write about. I will have to make each single word count,by which the dried up fountain could come back to life. But, as all my fellow bloggers say, there is never an end to any plot, one is just the follow through of another.
So, is this.....
Monday, October 1, 2012
For the first drop
There is something very wonderful about my home place. It's still a place where you cannot see the ground from the sky. All those lush green trees, though getting reduced in number, are still the sky scrapers.
Away from those concrete jungles, a small paddy field, with those golden corns swaying lightly in the cool monsoon breeze. A small one footer muddy path winds it's way indefinitely through the vast fields. One will never feel away from nature in such a place. And I come from one of a kind of paradise, where nature still has its breath.
All these memories came back to me in a single shot, because of a wonderful liner I grabbed from the movie : time machine.
Those that take us back are memories... And those that carry us forward, are dreams.
A really great script but a rather wonderful fact. Sitting in this cold room in a foreign land, I wander through the lush green memories of my past. Though, my heart is curiously dreaming for the first snow that I could experience after two months. What a irony, isn't it?
Many a times, I wonder why there is such a disparity of human needs and a long away, the path of aspiration. Though to the heart, each human love to be at his home, but his aspirations and dreams take him further and further away.There is no reason to justify this human nature of which I am also a victim. But I dont have any regret on the same, as this is the path I chose, not forced upon me.
So, I wait still, for the very first drop of happiness, where memories and dreams meet me at the same instance..
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Another sick day
These are certain days you and me certainly love to hate most: rushing to office, thinking that the little head ache of early morning will set with the sun and then at office you are shipped out back to home in a cab.
Real weirdo right? I had exactly the same kind of day today. For last 2 days, I have slight signs of my migraine returning back. But as every other human, I ignored the God sent signs and relived myself with pain killer. And the wrath was upon me.
On the first working day of the week (oops, I am in Middle East, it's works like this here),I reached office, pulled down by one of the worst migraine jolt of my life and returned home. Yes, these are certain times, we do feel so badly to home, right with the people you love and who take care of you. But with my wife away at her office(I didn't want to panic her with a distress phone call), and the parents miles away at my home, I am. Content to my realty.
Sleeping half conscious almost whole day, I at some point of my heart expected a call from my colleague or friends, it no. I was supposed to be a loner today. Ad again in my life, I underpinned a statement which I used to teach myself again and again.
At the time of need, you are all alone my dear, except for your shadow.
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Perspective
Do you believe that the view of everyone is same as yours?Does everyone sees the same way as you do? I do not believe so. At least the frame ofvision varies for every person, so are the thoughts
I am curious to understand how people understand the likeness of the subjects irrespective of the fact that they perceive and think differently, but arriving at the same results, when given a same set of constraints. People incline to their views and abilities to come to an conclusion. And the generality of this solution is quite limited to the generality of the thinking of the participants.
All these thoughts took root while I was having breakfast near a glass wall, which was inclined outward towards the top. from that view, I was watching people passing by the outside pavement. All vertically straight and monotonous. I just thought will I be viewing the same if the walls were straight. Does that angle provide any addition or negation to my view? I wasn't sure. I tried to imagine that wall to be vertical. but, I couldn't make out any difference within my imagination. Then again I thought why the wall is constructed inclined if it wasn't meant for a change in view. Maybe it added style to the construction or a part of the whole design. I don't know. I was quite numb as you are now,
Perspective also varies with the situation. In a situation, that includes you and me, the action of me and you depends on how each of us perceive things. Thinking in others shoes will help in understanding the perspective from both directions and to arrive at a more sensible decisions.
With all these thoughts churning in my head, my Percival of the world is as complex as the neural network that derives these understandings. The complexity of the human thoughts itself makes the perception as inclined and as vertical to the dimension of the world.
As the spoon boy in the movie Matrix says :
"
Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead... only try to realize the truth.
There is no spoon
Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
I am curious to understand how people understand the likeness of the subjects irrespective of the fact that they perceive and think differently, but arriving at the same results, when given a same set of constraints. People incline to their views and abilities to come to an conclusion. And the generality of this solution is quite limited to the generality of the thinking of the participants.
All these thoughts took root while I was having breakfast near a glass wall, which was inclined outward towards the top. from that view, I was watching people passing by the outside pavement. All vertically straight and monotonous. I just thought will I be viewing the same if the walls were straight. Does that angle provide any addition or negation to my view? I wasn't sure. I tried to imagine that wall to be vertical. but, I couldn't make out any difference within my imagination. Then again I thought why the wall is constructed inclined if it wasn't meant for a change in view. Maybe it added style to the construction or a part of the whole design. I don't know. I was quite numb as you are now,
Perspective also varies with the situation. In a situation, that includes you and me, the action of me and you depends on how each of us perceive things. Thinking in others shoes will help in understanding the perspective from both directions and to arrive at a more sensible decisions.
With all these thoughts churning in my head, my Percival of the world is as complex as the neural network that derives these understandings. The complexity of the human thoughts itself makes the perception as inclined and as vertical to the dimension of the world.
As the spoon boy in the movie Matrix says :
"
Do not try and bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead... only try to realize the truth.
There is no spoon
Then you'll see, that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
The familiar stranger
It was another beautiful day of life. I was in the post office to get through some of the application requirement. I was quite worn down by the long queue which is not so peculiar to any government owned establishments. Right when I sent down a deep breath of restlessness, I felt that someone is trying to catch my attention from behind. And I saw him.
Well dressed in full trousers and the a grey shirt, he looked quite a gentleman, though shabby in this looks. He was of his mid thirties, but looked more older from his appearance. When I sinking in my mental analysis, he suddenly spoke, " Can you give me 1 Rupees and 25 paise?"
To be continued...
Well dressed in full trousers and the a grey shirt, he looked quite a gentleman, though shabby in this looks. He was of his mid thirties, but looked more older from his appearance. When I sinking in my mental analysis, he suddenly spoke, " Can you give me 1 Rupees and 25 paise?"
To be continued...
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
The little princess
There she was..looking through the reflective glass, into her dreams. She looked once more before taking her eyes off the pink velvety corset that decorated the golden haired and blue eyed Barbie. Somewhere in those eyes reflected the emptiness that denied of her dreams for the very moment.
For her, it was always difference. On her daily walk to her school, she had umpteen number of things to compare. But the curious part of the whole comparison is that she always felt on the lower half of the scale. Right from the moment she steps out of her house, she lifts her head and revolves on her feet, not to view the morning sky, but to see the tip of those concrete sky scrapers that always shadowed her small home.
She walked past the noisy gate. She slowly placed the gate lock, so as to not make it fall. She walked slowly over the pavement, sometimes kicking the stones or humming the rhythm that her teacher taught her last day. She heard a loud noisy chitter chatter and long horn nearing her. And sooner her second subject of comparison whistled past her and stopped a few feet ahead of her. Soon, a bunch of her likes entered the school bus, making as good noise as coming from inside. She always wondered what is happening inside, as she never had a chance to go to school in that bus. Once in school, she had a peep into the bus, during her lunch time. All she saw was empty seats and drawings scribbled in metal by broken pencils and crayons. But still, she could not make out what was the difference in the happiness of her friends who rides in the school bus than her lonely walk through the pavement. But the fact is, she always loved walking to school. She thought of the fresh smell of the soil wet by mist, the old man next door, who always smiled at her on his slow morning walk, the rising noise of the birds in the park round the corner. Still, she felt she was somewhere below the scale.
When she reached school, the assembly had already begun. She slowly pushed herself to the back of her line. All she could see was glittering whiteness of the shirts and the pitch blackness of the shorts and the mirror shine shoes. She passed her glance to herself and she saw that her years old uniform was old dime in the cash box.
She left her thoughts and reached the class. It was the final day of the year and the day of results. Though not the brightest of the class, she always had numbers to make her future, she didn't knew what exactly those number stood for. For her, it was the smile on the face of the teacher who gave her report and the little treasured moment of hers was the only thing that matters.
Soon, the hall got filled up with parents and she could see all glitters and shiners swamping the show. But in that crowd, she could hear desperate whispers of failures, harsh comparison to the scores of neighbor kids, challenges, offers that got missed because of criteria not met scenes. She started to get her heart beat high feeling the desperation and the aspiration around her which was alien to any kid of her age. At that moment, she heart elites seeing her parents entering and grabbing her in their warm cuddles. She blushed and stretched the report to her father and mother. They had a look and said "so my princess is happy of her achievement". She said "yes" as usual. And they said, "we are proud to be yours". Thus said, they walked away with her still in their arms taking her to that treasured moment of hers. While they walked back to her small home, she had a glance to the showcase of the shop that she watched everyday. She smiled and turning away, that for her small world, there was no room for anything else, except for the overflowing peace and happiness without which she cannot live being herself.
For her, it was always difference. On her daily walk to her school, she had umpteen number of things to compare. But the curious part of the whole comparison is that she always felt on the lower half of the scale. Right from the moment she steps out of her house, she lifts her head and revolves on her feet, not to view the morning sky, but to see the tip of those concrete sky scrapers that always shadowed her small home.
She walked past the noisy gate. She slowly placed the gate lock, so as to not make it fall. She walked slowly over the pavement, sometimes kicking the stones or humming the rhythm that her teacher taught her last day. She heard a loud noisy chitter chatter and long horn nearing her. And sooner her second subject of comparison whistled past her and stopped a few feet ahead of her. Soon, a bunch of her likes entered the school bus, making as good noise as coming from inside. She always wondered what is happening inside, as she never had a chance to go to school in that bus. Once in school, she had a peep into the bus, during her lunch time. All she saw was empty seats and drawings scribbled in metal by broken pencils and crayons. But still, she could not make out what was the difference in the happiness of her friends who rides in the school bus than her lonely walk through the pavement. But the fact is, she always loved walking to school. She thought of the fresh smell of the soil wet by mist, the old man next door, who always smiled at her on his slow morning walk, the rising noise of the birds in the park round the corner. Still, she felt she was somewhere below the scale.
When she reached school, the assembly had already begun. She slowly pushed herself to the back of her line. All she could see was glittering whiteness of the shirts and the pitch blackness of the shorts and the mirror shine shoes. She passed her glance to herself and she saw that her years old uniform was old dime in the cash box.
She left her thoughts and reached the class. It was the final day of the year and the day of results. Though not the brightest of the class, she always had numbers to make her future, she didn't knew what exactly those number stood for. For her, it was the smile on the face of the teacher who gave her report and the little treasured moment of hers was the only thing that matters.
Soon, the hall got filled up with parents and she could see all glitters and shiners swamping the show. But in that crowd, she could hear desperate whispers of failures, harsh comparison to the scores of neighbor kids, challenges, offers that got missed because of criteria not met scenes. She started to get her heart beat high feeling the desperation and the aspiration around her which was alien to any kid of her age. At that moment, she heart elites seeing her parents entering and grabbing her in their warm cuddles. She blushed and stretched the report to her father and mother. They had a look and said "so my princess is happy of her achievement". She said "yes" as usual. And they said, "we are proud to be yours". Thus said, they walked away with her still in their arms taking her to that treasured moment of hers. While they walked back to her small home, she had a glance to the showcase of the shop that she watched everyday. She smiled and turning away, that for her small world, there was no room for anything else, except for the overflowing peace and happiness without which she cannot live being herself.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
A mile apart
He was staring at her. His eyes were locked with her eyes. he could see her that were transfixed on him. He felt like it it keep on looking at him, even if he closed his eyes forever. In her eyes, he saw his entire life winding out again.
Those eyes.. years flew behind him. He was standing at that lonely corridor. He was waiting. he knew she will be coming this way. It was in her he felt his dreams coming true. His aspirations to build life revolved around her and he was waiting. Waiting to her that she will make his life. But he was confused. How will he tell everything in his mind to her, when she is accompanied by her usual ring of friends. he hated them for not giving him his space, for not allowing to make his heart opened out to her. Still he waited with hope. And now he could hear the faint music of her anklets. he always enjoyed that. When she walks, he felt the music of her anklets drives him to another world. And he waited with his eyes transfixed to the end of the corridor from where he could hear her coming. Something stuck him hard. he couldn't hear the usual chitchat and the noise that her friends made? Ss she coming alone? Does she knew that He was waiting for him? His heart pounded fast.
He couldn't believe his eyes. There she comes. A few books were pressed to her bosom, eyes fixed on him, she was walking straight to him. He was stunned. She stood in front of him as if she was waiting for him to speak out. He felt like if he doesn't speak now, it isn't going to happen forever.And in that empty corridor of the college, he laid his life in front of her. She heard everything with utter patience. Her eyes gleamed as if she was waiting to hear this for a very long time. And thus,she stepped her foot into his life.
Life - A long life of togetherness. They enjoyed every moment of it. At times, they were afraid that new life born into their world will take away their love. But they were wrong. The bond they made went stronger and stronger and build a life and gave life to their two children. They lived their life, caring them and watching them make their own life and fly away. They weren't sad about it. After all, they flew once to live their life.
All their life, her eyes spoke to him and it does today too. These long years of life hasn’t taken that youth of the young girl who decided to share her life with that man who loved her more than his life. And their she sits – right in front of me. Her long jet black hair gave place to white silver lines. her cute cheeks were crumbled by the sagging signs of old age. But still her sweet eyes stared at me, asking me what was in my mind. I shouted out to her, that I still love you more than my life and want you more than ever. But no sound came out of my mouth. Lying in that hospital bed, and watching her beside me, and realizing that the life is bidding farewell to me, I saw her hand right next to my hand. It was a inch away, but I felt it like miles. I couldn't life my hand to touch her. My eyes looked at her with all the love in the world. As always, she knew my heart. She laid aside me, with her head resting on my shoulders and her hand tied across me.
I felt the warmth of life leaving my body. But my soul could feel the warmth of my love that followed me even at the very end.
Those eyes.. years flew behind him. He was standing at that lonely corridor. He was waiting. he knew she will be coming this way. It was in her he felt his dreams coming true. His aspirations to build life revolved around her and he was waiting. Waiting to her that she will make his life. But he was confused. How will he tell everything in his mind to her, when she is accompanied by her usual ring of friends. he hated them for not giving him his space, for not allowing to make his heart opened out to her. Still he waited with hope. And now he could hear the faint music of her anklets. he always enjoyed that. When she walks, he felt the music of her anklets drives him to another world. And he waited with his eyes transfixed to the end of the corridor from where he could hear her coming. Something stuck him hard. he couldn't hear the usual chitchat and the noise that her friends made? Ss she coming alone? Does she knew that He was waiting for him? His heart pounded fast.
He couldn't believe his eyes. There she comes. A few books were pressed to her bosom, eyes fixed on him, she was walking straight to him. He was stunned. She stood in front of him as if she was waiting for him to speak out. He felt like if he doesn't speak now, it isn't going to happen forever.And in that empty corridor of the college, he laid his life in front of her. She heard everything with utter patience. Her eyes gleamed as if she was waiting to hear this for a very long time. And thus,she stepped her foot into his life.
Life - A long life of togetherness. They enjoyed every moment of it. At times, they were afraid that new life born into their world will take away their love. But they were wrong. The bond they made went stronger and stronger and build a life and gave life to their two children. They lived their life, caring them and watching them make their own life and fly away. They weren't sad about it. After all, they flew once to live their life.
All their life, her eyes spoke to him and it does today too. These long years of life hasn’t taken that youth of the young girl who decided to share her life with that man who loved her more than his life. And their she sits – right in front of me. Her long jet black hair gave place to white silver lines. her cute cheeks were crumbled by the sagging signs of old age. But still her sweet eyes stared at me, asking me what was in my mind. I shouted out to her, that I still love you more than my life and want you more than ever. But no sound came out of my mouth. Lying in that hospital bed, and watching her beside me, and realizing that the life is bidding farewell to me, I saw her hand right next to my hand. It was a inch away, but I felt it like miles. I couldn't life my hand to touch her. My eyes looked at her with all the love in the world. As always, she knew my heart. She laid aside me, with her head resting on my shoulders and her hand tied across me.
I felt the warmth of life leaving my body. But my soul could feel the warmth of my love that followed me even at the very end.
Monday, June 25, 2012
Not all the faces
There is a saying in my native. "There are seven of a kind for each person."
And once I start traveling around, I am finding that the saying is very true to be believed. Of all the new people who enter my life in this new city, I find someone from the past quite similar to him/her. I can say its a coincidence, but always that is not true.
I have noted a lot many similarities in behavior, talks and nature of people which I could relate to some one I know from past. Even if you make an attempt, I believe that you will get the same conclusion.
There are many logics in this world whose explanation is beyond human senses. What we actually do is accept on a reason and passion for the next generation. Our life span is not long enough to find answers to these time consuming questions. Still as humans we have achieved that any other life form could have possibly achieved.
Still we will never be able to explain how perished life return as if recycled. For our convenience, we had invented many stories or myths to support the same, but I know or we all know that is no base foundation for any of these. They are all just lines drawn on water.
I hope to get more inclines or thoughts shared by anybody who is reading this. Because I am also absolutely clueless about this fundamental question.
And once I start traveling around, I am finding that the saying is very true to be believed. Of all the new people who enter my life in this new city, I find someone from the past quite similar to him/her. I can say its a coincidence, but always that is not true.
I have noted a lot many similarities in behavior, talks and nature of people which I could relate to some one I know from past. Even if you make an attempt, I believe that you will get the same conclusion.
There are many logics in this world whose explanation is beyond human senses. What we actually do is accept on a reason and passion for the next generation. Our life span is not long enough to find answers to these time consuming questions. Still as humans we have achieved that any other life form could have possibly achieved.
Still we will never be able to explain how perished life return as if recycled. For our convenience, we had invented many stories or myths to support the same, but I know or we all know that is no base foundation for any of these. They are all just lines drawn on water.
I hope to get more inclines or thoughts shared by anybody who is reading this. Because I am also absolutely clueless about this fundamental question.
Friday, June 22, 2012
The desert
Sometimes life takes me into such a mode when I really think the turn I took is really right or not. Driving through one way road with the time is not as easy , where is no reverse and relook at the gaps.
Goals in life makes you dream and make you aspire and inspire yourself. But the inspiration starts to either wither away facing the desert road that is needed to reach the dream.
come on, desert is so hot that it dried up my words also.
May be I will return after finding an oasis...
Goals in life makes you dream and make you aspire and inspire yourself. But the inspiration starts to either wither away facing the desert road that is needed to reach the dream.
come on, desert is so hot that it dried up my words also.
May be I will return after finding an oasis...
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
In the lands of Persian dreams
The last breath of hope, it's never the last. Things always stop and back in life with old glory and compassion.
I feel the same when I am scribbling these words for my beloved blog.
Things have changed in many ways ever since , I posted by last blog. I am no longer in India. My work has taken me to the beautiful land of persian culture, where people sees hearts in faces than pre assumption. I have lived in multiple places in India, but here I feel a difference, which I cannot express in words.
The beauty of the serene city Tehran is absolutely mind blowing. You can never get a picture of this outlook of Tehran without being actually here. The soft conversations I have with my colleagues, so true and clear like a image in the mirror which makes me feel so home in the company of like minded ness. More and more I experience the cultural enrichment in the life of persians and the value they give to the change of time is much appreciated compared to the complaints I have seen and do see around in the democratic freedom of India.
Few things I learnt from my short 90 plus days in Tehran are quite eye opening to the attitude I had as an Indian. Nationality is a feeling that comes from the pride of being the national. It's more of feeling light in the achievement of the country than complaining about the lacking.
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder". The very true statement from the time eternity which is true to tehran. City well maintained, glowing in the night in twinkling city lights, with no tall buildings omitted. Each bridge, high walls painted with images that reflect the Persian glory. Streets where people has the courtesy to not throw the trash around, but use the garbage tins. The government who has commitment to clean up nook and corner of the city everyday morning. It's quite more than the expected when compared to India.
How much I smiled at strangers in India? How many times I have said wishes to a stranger passing by on road? By now, for it's nothing but a part of my life. As I said in the beginning, in here, I see the people's heart in their eyes. I would rather say that the life of the Islamic republic of Iran is not achievements of today, but the heritage of the rich Persian culture in their veins.
I feel the same when I am scribbling these words for my beloved blog.
Things have changed in many ways ever since , I posted by last blog. I am no longer in India. My work has taken me to the beautiful land of persian culture, where people sees hearts in faces than pre assumption. I have lived in multiple places in India, but here I feel a difference, which I cannot express in words.
The beauty of the serene city Tehran is absolutely mind blowing. You can never get a picture of this outlook of Tehran without being actually here. The soft conversations I have with my colleagues, so true and clear like a image in the mirror which makes me feel so home in the company of like minded ness. More and more I experience the cultural enrichment in the life of persians and the value they give to the change of time is much appreciated compared to the complaints I have seen and do see around in the democratic freedom of India.
Few things I learnt from my short 90 plus days in Tehran are quite eye opening to the attitude I had as an Indian. Nationality is a feeling that comes from the pride of being the national. It's more of feeling light in the achievement of the country than complaining about the lacking.
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder". The very true statement from the time eternity which is true to tehran. City well maintained, glowing in the night in twinkling city lights, with no tall buildings omitted. Each bridge, high walls painted with images that reflect the Persian glory. Streets where people has the courtesy to not throw the trash around, but use the garbage tins. The government who has commitment to clean up nook and corner of the city everyday morning. It's quite more than the expected when compared to India.
How much I smiled at strangers in India? How many times I have said wishes to a stranger passing by on road? By now, for it's nothing but a part of my life. As I said in the beginning, in here, I see the people's heart in their eyes. I would rather say that the life of the Islamic republic of Iran is not achievements of today, but the heritage of the rich Persian culture in their veins.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Locked up
life often bangs you back with such animosity that you even forget the very existence of being alive. 2 weeks in Bangalore and the start of a new career change was more than a stretch filled with hopes and dreams of tomorrow.
I came to Bangalore on April 13th. Quite an inauspicious day but I wanted to join the new working place on a better date. Hence, I reached one day early and first one week was in the heart of the Bangalore City and travelling in the TRAC Volvo buses and I was enjoying the liveliness of the IT City.
But as I moved to the so called PG near the office, I came down to the realities of my present. And more and more, I came back from office to this room to stay at night, I realized how lonely I am. I really started missing my colorful life and the color of my life - My better half.
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