The needs of humans has grown far beyond the necessity of living. The life in this planet thrives on the basic need of air, water, food and continuity of the species. The food chain and the life chain balances them in a cycle that sustains life on earth.
From the bare necessities of life, the luxury can be defined by anything extra available, but not necessarily needed. A trapped prey in sight after a scrumptious meal for a beast of the jungle is a luxury. But, these luxuries are necessities once the appetite comes back and can wait for the same. There is no wastage or over utilization of resources in the cycle of demand and supply in nature. But, when the term 'luxury' is defined in terms of humans, the definition itself will be stretched in multitudes of human affordability and lifestyle.
Lets start from the ground zero to understand the luxury in human perspective. For a vast percentage of population, food to hearts delight is a luxury of lifetime. Each moment in their life is aimed to get food for themselves and their family and nurturing the dream to get sufficient in food. Here, we see a unanimous relation among the wildness of nature and the helpless of human diversity.The hunger, poverty and the lack drives the life in this society and the anything that brings them out of this pathetic state will be deemed a luxury.
If we move a little up, there is a class of people who has daily income enough to feed the family. They can afford to buy new clothes once a year. They manage to get their children to government schools. The children suppress their dreams to their hearts as they know their parents cannot afford the same as their friend's. This is the sector where sacrifices make life sweeter and any surprises is indeed a 'luxury'.
Few more steps above, we have the people with all basic needs of life meet. So, luxury cannot be defined by means of necessities of life. Instead, for this class, luxury is more of a comfort zone which has become the necessity of their lives. The mobile phones, television, two wheeler, car etc. broadly comes in the class of people grouped in a wider sense. we can also see variety in this group based on affordability and the income. From this class of people and above, we can see how the surplus is diverted to the luxuries and the need is not quenched by meeting the necessity. Attaining comfort is driving the necessity with the availability of the market, as now, affordability is not a constraint.
Now, lets the move to the highly privileged, highest income bound class of human society where imagination is a limit to attain luxury. Right from custom made devours to cryogenic preservation, the dreams fly high in each aspect of life. There is no stop to the affordability of luxury. Money has less meaning here. It is as abundant as gravels in the backyard. So, luxury is a meaningless word which could not be defined with any words in vocabulary. Food is not for hunger, since hunger doesn’t exist, only taste and variety prevails. Dress is not for covering the nakedness, it is valued from its make, rarity and designer who made it exclusive.
With all said, what makes us different from any other living thing, which meets the basic necessities of nature and live on. And us, the evolved ones, exploiting the surplus for luxury, which at the same time can used to wipe the hunger of a big section of our own society. In animal world, one species compete with another for survival. But among us, we endanger the existence of our own species.
What we need is not democracy, communism, secularism or military power.
All we need is to understand that we all are humans, there is no country or continents, color, caste or creed. Live and let live as humans…
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Narendra Modi – My perspective
+Narendra Modi – The current vibe in Indian politics is making ripples in upcoming Lok Sabha Elections. There is a new enthusiasm in the air about the proceedings. I have never experienced such a vibe in past 15 years, where one man is becoming a symbol of change. With all this in place, I was thinking from my perspective, why Mr Modi is so important to an evident political change.
Backed up and leading a party raised from communal base, and a bloody communal riot in the profile and stand up to be the leader of a secular country is not a walk in the park. In Indian democracy, Prime minister is only Prime of a group. The ultimate power stays with the parliamentarians in his accord. So, what makes Mr Modi a decisive leader for BJP or a tough opponent for the ruling side?
The biggest advantage of Modi is the current deficit scenario of Indian economy. The inflation, Currency depression, price rise etc. has already created a negative public view for the UPA Government and a change is inevitable. The multi million scams of the government ministers have broken all previous records of corruption and the trust of people has blown away and cannot be reinstated with election promises.
At this precise moment, Modi enters with his state Gujarat as example of his caliber.So, it’s worth to have a glance at the “Modi Gujarat Model’, which he believes to implement as ‘India model’ if he succeeds as next prime minister of India. From my perspective, the points that adds value to Mr Modi as Chief Minister of Gujarat are
The political view point of many will be different and I do not have leniency towards any political group. The above is my independent view of the current Indian political space and another reason to blog, exercising my fundamental right of speech granted by the constitution of India.
Backed up and leading a party raised from communal base, and a bloody communal riot in the profile and stand up to be the leader of a secular country is not a walk in the park. In Indian democracy, Prime minister is only Prime of a group. The ultimate power stays with the parliamentarians in his accord. So, what makes Mr Modi a decisive leader for BJP or a tough opponent for the ruling side?
The biggest advantage of Modi is the current deficit scenario of Indian economy. The inflation, Currency depression, price rise etc. has already created a negative public view for the UPA Government and a change is inevitable. The multi million scams of the government ministers have broken all previous records of corruption and the trust of people has blown away and cannot be reinstated with election promises.
At this precise moment, Modi enters with his state Gujarat as example of his caliber.So, it’s worth to have a glance at the “Modi Gujarat Model’, which he believes to implement as ‘India model’ if he succeeds as next prime minister of India. From my perspective, the points that adds value to Mr Modi as Chief Minister of Gujarat are
- Economic recovery after the devastating earth quakes in Gujarat.
- Average growth rate of Gross State Domestic Product(GSDP).
The political view point of many will be different and I do not have leniency towards any political group. The above is my independent view of the current Indian political space and another reason to blog, exercising my fundamental right of speech granted by the constitution of India.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Something Inspiring
Caught eye on below status in IM of one of my friend. Too good, not to be shared with my blogger friends.
Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don't want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you're doing here. Believe in kissing
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Living in a Box
The life has been like a tick of the clock for many of the people living on a corporate guidebook. The slightest variation from the routine caused havoc and chaos. The catch is that the routine that comprises the day cycle is planned enough make it keep ticking.
It would be worth round here to cite about one such specimen. The guy starts his day at 8:30 Am, still drooling over the late night sleep. Sleep slowly moves over to getting to the corporate suite and starting to office. The first activity in office would be going through the mails to ensure everything is fine and running. Then, off to the cafeteria at 10:30 Am for the breakfast. Then, back to the work till 1 Pm when the hunger calls for lunch. The lunch could be the office served, or a food court ‘product’ which is basically good to be called as a filler than lunch.
Then, call of duty fights with the call of sleep till the knock off is declared as a tea break by 4 PM. Refreshed, it will be a busy hours coming forth, for the reports and updates and the time sheet entries.
Then, the final wind up and off to home. Some time with family, or movie with dinner, snooze snooze and wolah, day next..
My Suggestion : Please bring in more colour to your life. Hit the road, run few miles, plan weekend outing, write a blog :) , in short, life is not ‘just’ work alone.
It would be worth round here to cite about one such specimen. The guy starts his day at 8:30 Am, still drooling over the late night sleep. Sleep slowly moves over to getting to the corporate suite and starting to office. The first activity in office would be going through the mails to ensure everything is fine and running. Then, off to the cafeteria at 10:30 Am for the breakfast. Then, back to the work till 1 Pm when the hunger calls for lunch. The lunch could be the office served, or a food court ‘product’ which is basically good to be called as a filler than lunch.
Then, call of duty fights with the call of sleep till the knock off is declared as a tea break by 4 PM. Refreshed, it will be a busy hours coming forth, for the reports and updates and the time sheet entries.
Then, the final wind up and off to home. Some time with family, or movie with dinner, snooze snooze and wolah, day next..
My Suggestion : Please bring in more colour to your life. Hit the road, run few miles, plan weekend outing, write a blog :) , in short, life is not ‘just’ work alone.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Pursuit
Pursuit - An irony when you are ahead, a dream when you are after, but all the while it is symbolic to something which is on going, but not yet finished. It is the very idea of action that adds drama to this benign thought.
The intensity of pursuit can be felt from the heart beats of a antelope closely chased by its predator, each thumb is the echo of the life ending down or sheer luck that make it live another day. Watching closely the food and the hunter - each stride, each blink of eye, the fear of the end, the moment of life or the death..
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Motorcycle Diaries Page 1 - Nandi Hills, Bangalore
The first page in Motorcycle diaries is jotting down and I hope the readers will excuse the missing elements, which I feel essential for any basic road trip travelogues.
Route : Bangalore – Nandi Hills –Bangalore
There was no fuzz about route as it was pretty straight forward and not much to think about. I was to straight head to the outer ring road, from there to Bangalore international airport and go past it on Mysore state highway.
Plan : My plan was to start at early day break to avoid the imminent Saturday traffic of Bangalore before hitting the National Highway. Initial plan included a pack of my friends riding together. But, the lazy Sunday got them and eventually, it was just me, a lone wolf drive.
The Ride
I will not be able to write a timeline based travelogue for this ride as I already mentioned, it was my first lone ride and I had all the timidness and anxiety of a virgin rider. it will be kind of storyline rather than a timeline based travelogue.
The actual journey started at 9 am. I was expecting a heavy traffic, but the outer ring and the approach road to airport was having normal traffic. Except for few signals near airport, the route was pretty normal till there. After the airport, I took the Mysore state highway and it was the first time, my bike ran on its final gear. The bike was solid and stern and I was cruising through the highway like ‘walk in the park’.
The total distance can be broken up into three to four landscapes. The first part, of course was the outer ring road in city traffic. The second was the cruising part, where the entire stretch of 30+ km was on state highway. The road was as smooth as it needed to be and so was the bike. Third part was the village road of almost 17 km. Though it’s a 40 ft road, it was an experience riding on it. The road condition was good. It was absolutely straight and lined with trees on both sides. On each km, we can see grape sellers on road side. But, I was not in a mood to relish the grapes, though I realize now that it is something worth stopping by.After this stretch, the final part was the high range, final lap with 40 hair pins(30 or 40, can’t remember now).
The top hill was the famous fortified lodge of one of the greatest kings of central south India – Tippu Sultan. There are also 2 temples and the notorious “Tippu Drop”. It is said that, Tippu used to sentence the prisoners, by having them thrown downhill from “Tippu’s Point”. But, as with any site of historical importance in India, the place is also not maintained considering its heritage value. The canons in the fortifications are missing, place is not well preserved and the walls are graved with visitors ‘Love lines’ and names. As an Indian, its a shame for me too that we don’t even today understand the importance of preserving the historical heritage of our past.
Worth to mention here, I had an opportunity to visit the Rudkhan castle in Iran in 2012, which was home to the infamous but first professional killers in human history - “Hassasins”. Considering the seiges and mongol attacks that this castle withstood throughout its history, the Iranians had preserved this castle as such to conquer the time. And I, hundreds of generations ahead was able to see the castle in almost its same sturdiness as in its golden times.
Well, from the road trip point of view, I returned back in same route and was home by 3 PM.
I will be more considerate to keep notes and to snap in route snaps in next pages to make the diary more colorful.
- Photos – The snaps taken during this trip were minimal and do not include any route snaps. Being the first ride, I was more concentrating on reaching the destination, rather than capturing the frames along the way.
- Review of routes – I am very new to Bangalore and also very new to road trips. Hence, I am no where to give any riders navigation tips. Maybe, after I have my intellectual ‘gray’.
Route : Bangalore – Nandi Hills –Bangalore
There was no fuzz about route as it was pretty straight forward and not much to think about. I was to straight head to the outer ring road, from there to Bangalore international airport and go past it on Mysore state highway.
Plan : My plan was to start at early day break to avoid the imminent Saturday traffic of Bangalore before hitting the National Highway. Initial plan included a pack of my friends riding together. But, the lazy Sunday got them and eventually, it was just me, a lone wolf drive.
The Ride
I will not be able to write a timeline based travelogue for this ride as I already mentioned, it was my first lone ride and I had all the timidness and anxiety of a virgin rider. it will be kind of storyline rather than a timeline based travelogue.
The actual journey started at 9 am. I was expecting a heavy traffic, but the outer ring and the approach road to airport was having normal traffic. Except for few signals near airport, the route was pretty normal till there. After the airport, I took the Mysore state highway and it was the first time, my bike ran on its final gear. The bike was solid and stern and I was cruising through the highway like ‘walk in the park’.
The total distance can be broken up into three to four landscapes. The first part, of course was the outer ring road in city traffic. The second was the cruising part, where the entire stretch of 30+ km was on state highway. The road was as smooth as it needed to be and so was the bike. Third part was the village road of almost 17 km. Though it’s a 40 ft road, it was an experience riding on it. The road condition was good. It was absolutely straight and lined with trees on both sides. On each km, we can see grape sellers on road side. But, I was not in a mood to relish the grapes, though I realize now that it is something worth stopping by.After this stretch, the final part was the high range, final lap with 40 hair pins(30 or 40, can’t remember now).
The top hill was the famous fortified lodge of one of the greatest kings of central south India – Tippu Sultan. There are also 2 temples and the notorious “Tippu Drop”. It is said that, Tippu used to sentence the prisoners, by having them thrown downhill from “Tippu’s Point”. But, as with any site of historical importance in India, the place is also not maintained considering its heritage value. The canons in the fortifications are missing, place is not well preserved and the walls are graved with visitors ‘Love lines’ and names. As an Indian, its a shame for me too that we don’t even today understand the importance of preserving the historical heritage of our past.
Worth to mention here, I had an opportunity to visit the Rudkhan castle in Iran in 2012, which was home to the infamous but first professional killers in human history - “Hassasins”. Considering the seiges and mongol attacks that this castle withstood throughout its history, the Iranians had preserved this castle as such to conquer the time. And I, hundreds of generations ahead was able to see the castle in almost its same sturdiness as in its golden times.
Well, from the road trip point of view, I returned back in same route and was home by 3 PM.
I will be more considerate to keep notes and to snap in route snaps in next pages to make the diary more colorful.
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Thursday, July 11, 2013
My Motor Cycle Diaries
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Royal Enfield UK: The Bullet is unique in being a machine of the 1950%u2019s but made today with the benefit of modern technology and a full national dealer network. Over 100 modifications have been made to the Bullet in the past 5 years but, with the exception of the indicators, it still looks the same as it did 50 years ago. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]
The interests of humans are far too complex than explainable. So, is the instance when it starts budding in the brain. For me, all along my life, the interests and hobbies used to vary, some stayed, few washed away, lucky ones kept on coming back.
In my early years, drawing used to amuse me, then in 2 years or so, I lost the skill to curve the lines. Then, the passion of reading started, which held on for quite a long period in my life, the one which still exists, constrained only by time limitations. Then, guitar, blogging, quizzing, travelling, so many such interests came and stayed with me on and off. And of course, today, I will be more interested in the hobby traveling as the blog topic suggests, about the intuitive branching it took.
My travel days started in 2006, after I got my job and started enjoying the freedom: both financially and on decision making. In those days, travel was just packing the backpack and to set to the road on bus or train. At least once in 3 months, I used to travel to a new place in the southern part of India. Then, after 2 years, ever since, I got my first car, and traveling made way to driving mode. The frequency of travel increased and I covered most parts of south India in a short span of 2 years.
Then, last year, my job took me to Iran for a year and it was my first international travel and I made most of the free time to wander and see the new country. I was so fascinated by the culture and beauty of the country that I almost covered 30% of the 'best places to be seen' in one year. But, even in those days, I never knew what was in the bag for me : The tryst with the Wind.
Once back in India, I somehow was driven my the old dream of owning a Royal Enfield Motorcycle and as the legend goes, I became the proud owner of Royal Enfield Classic 350 CC engine. And thus started the frenzy of Motor cycle diaries or roadtrips.
The running in period of the bull kept me on bay (Still keeping me) and I started off with <100 one way rides. And last week, I made the first page of my diary with a day trip to Nandi Hills - a 85 KM drive from Bangalore city. With no biker pack in company and being lone wolf, my priority was to complete the ride than enjoying the spot. The first ride anxiety also, took me on for a while. Still, making the page 1 is the first step towards the start and I hope many more wonderful trips will add pages to my diary.
With the next post, I will start my photo travelogue and of course, the page 1 is "A drive to Nandi Hills".
Royal Enfield UK: The Bullet is unique in being a machine of the 1950%u2019s but made today with the benefit of modern technology and a full national dealer network. Over 100 modifications have been made to the Bullet in the past 5 years but, with the exception of the indicators, it still looks the same as it did 50 years ago. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)[/caption]The interests of humans are far too complex than explainable. So, is the instance when it starts budding in the brain. For me, all along my life, the interests and hobbies used to vary, some stayed, few washed away, lucky ones kept on coming back.
In my early years, drawing used to amuse me, then in 2 years or so, I lost the skill to curve the lines. Then, the passion of reading started, which held on for quite a long period in my life, the one which still exists, constrained only by time limitations. Then, guitar, blogging, quizzing, travelling, so many such interests came and stayed with me on and off. And of course, today, I will be more interested in the hobby traveling as the blog topic suggests, about the intuitive branching it took.
My travel days started in 2006, after I got my job and started enjoying the freedom: both financially and on decision making. In those days, travel was just packing the backpack and to set to the road on bus or train. At least once in 3 months, I used to travel to a new place in the southern part of India. Then, after 2 years, ever since, I got my first car, and traveling made way to driving mode. The frequency of travel increased and I covered most parts of south India in a short span of 2 years.
Then, last year, my job took me to Iran for a year and it was my first international travel and I made most of the free time to wander and see the new country. I was so fascinated by the culture and beauty of the country that I almost covered 30% of the 'best places to be seen' in one year. But, even in those days, I never knew what was in the bag for me : The tryst with the Wind.
Once back in India, I somehow was driven my the old dream of owning a Royal Enfield Motorcycle and as the legend goes, I became the proud owner of Royal Enfield Classic 350 CC engine. And thus started the frenzy of Motor cycle diaries or roadtrips.
The running in period of the bull kept me on bay (Still keeping me) and I started off with <100 one way rides. And last week, I made the first page of my diary with a day trip to Nandi Hills - a 85 KM drive from Bangalore city. With no biker pack in company and being lone wolf, my priority was to complete the ride than enjoying the spot. The first ride anxiety also, took me on for a while. Still, making the page 1 is the first step towards the start and I hope many more wonderful trips will add pages to my diary.
With the next post, I will start my photo travelogue and of course, the page 1 is "A drive to Nandi Hills".
Monday, May 27, 2013
IPL Spot Fixing
For last one week, the front pages of all newspapers and prime time news of visual media is filled with the spot fixing updates in the 2013 edition of IPL. Till today, I was following these news and was waiting for the finals and as not expected, the favorites lost to the more formidable team.
My opinion as expressed below is only righteous to my freedom of speech and is not intended to hurt anyone's opinion or thinking.
When I was of age of 6-7, there was craze among us kids, to collect the stickers and name slips of WWF stars. Hulk Hogan, Rock, Kane, the list was big, but the craze was immense. We exchanged, bought, bartered with passion. As years passed, the stickers moved away for trump cards of WWF. Having a whole set to play on, was considered an asset. And, also, by that age, we used to watch the WWF matches on TV. Though, we watched and bet for stickers and cards for each match, we all were aware that the result of match is fixed and the entire fight and show-off are part of showbiz. The ultimate aim was entertainment for us, and money for the participants.
We never complained, the matches went on, and still today, WWF goes on with new faces and new formats. We all know, it is not do or die matches where the titans fight for flesh and blood to win the title. We still watch it with the same passion and awareness that, its 'entertainment'.
That's doesn't mean that everything is the same with Sports. The 'Showbiz' and sports are two opposite lanes. They never mix together. When the sprinter forces his last breath of force to cover the final meters in Olympics 100m run, his heart fills with the image of that small gold medal waiting for him. The moment, he will be on that podium, the gold medal on his chest, his name written for eternity in the history of sports. It cannot be booked or bought with money. There, money has least place, because, its sports, its achievement.
Now coming back to cricket, The matches which alleged for 'Spot Fixing' were not international matches, or International events, where teams represented their country. In those cases, they must arrested as they committed crime against the country. Also, the doping cases, in the international events, where athletes represent their country, get punished with Life Ban which is justifiable.
A 'ShowBiz' like IPL which is designed with money, run with money and is an investment for money by all stakeholders. It's not about the fair play or sportsman spirit, it's about 'entertainment' and 'money'. So, the people who wish to see fair play matches, please watch the games or tournaments made for it. Let WWF and IPL run in its own design..
Monday, March 18, 2013
Adieus Tehran
Sometimes, words are very hard to find. All the emotions are more expressed on the facial muscles and the pain in the heart. These are times when your tongue gives you away altogether to your own discretion.
Tehran - An year back, it was last place in the world, I wanted to go. But now, it is the last place in the world, from where I want to leave. A city booming with its beauty, all beautiful citizens with their beauty not just on skin, but their hearts too.
It will be hard to believe, when I say, that I have more close friends and acquaintances in here, than in my home town or anywhere else in India. The intimacy and bond of love, my friends gave me here, made me feel that, language or culture or race or country do not stop you from living a good life or respecting and loving each other. In the company of each of the Iranian and indian friends I have been, I never felt away from home.
I still remember how I left for Iran from India. Said, it's my home country and my own, I travelled to airport alone, there was nothing with the news that I am leaving India, all was so normal. Even I thought, may be it is just leaving, there is nothing to be indifferent about it.
For all the farewell dinners, I had with my closest friends in here, each parting moments, I knew that neither Farsi or Hindi or any other languages both knew didn't have enough words to say goodbye to your loved ones and to promise that we will see each other again. It has been a very emotional moments that I am passing through now.
There are many lessons that I am taking back from Tehran. The most important of them is that, it is not the differences, but the empathy to understand each other with all the differences and to know that we are all one by blood and bone makes strong relations.
In a country with such a long history and cultural heritage, I enjoyed each and every place, I have been, more with the company of my dear friend 'Afshin'. Without him, I would not have learnt so much about the history of places I visited, the tales of kings and the architectural advancement of Persians. Each building, each gateway, each sculpture had a tale to tell and without my expert friend in Iranian and world history, I would have known less about Persian culture Andy Iran. A also the Sohan from Qom and rose water from Kashan and much more.
The beautiful Caspian, the port cities Ramsar, Anzali and the desert city of Kashan, the snow jewels Dizin and Touchal, the priceless diamonds in National treasure, each of them gifted me memories which will never ever fade away. Walking through the busiest Berlin Street, Firdouse street and the parks helped me understand the life of the people and felt the same as if walking in the busiest streets of India.
There are many more good people who helped me and my family in many situations, where no famiky of friends could have made it. The family of Golnoush, Pardis, Devu, Pradeep,Baiju,Prajod,Ashokan, Sajeev, casanavi, Afshin, Murali,Krishnan and many more made my good moments in Tehran as get togethers, parties and the travels and the each and every moments spend in company and helping each other. These people taught me a lot more to the life which I will carry forth. Thanking them for these moments will be the an injustice to the bond between us. So, the toast will be 'To Life'.
There is lot more to say than said. And it will never be expressed in words and phrases of any languages we shared, but each of these moments will be played on and on in the scriptless, stageless replay of my memories, where I will always, remember you in each rewinds.
Also, the earth is round and life is a journey. So, will always see you in some cross roads ahead.
Tehran - An year back, it was last place in the world, I wanted to go. But now, it is the last place in the world, from where I want to leave. A city booming with its beauty, all beautiful citizens with their beauty not just on skin, but their hearts too.
It will be hard to believe, when I say, that I have more close friends and acquaintances in here, than in my home town or anywhere else in India. The intimacy and bond of love, my friends gave me here, made me feel that, language or culture or race or country do not stop you from living a good life or respecting and loving each other. In the company of each of the Iranian and indian friends I have been, I never felt away from home.
I still remember how I left for Iran from India. Said, it's my home country and my own, I travelled to airport alone, there was nothing with the news that I am leaving India, all was so normal. Even I thought, may be it is just leaving, there is nothing to be indifferent about it.
For all the farewell dinners, I had with my closest friends in here, each parting moments, I knew that neither Farsi or Hindi or any other languages both knew didn't have enough words to say goodbye to your loved ones and to promise that we will see each other again. It has been a very emotional moments that I am passing through now.
There are many lessons that I am taking back from Tehran. The most important of them is that, it is not the differences, but the empathy to understand each other with all the differences and to know that we are all one by blood and bone makes strong relations.
In a country with such a long history and cultural heritage, I enjoyed each and every place, I have been, more with the company of my dear friend 'Afshin'. Without him, I would not have learnt so much about the history of places I visited, the tales of kings and the architectural advancement of Persians. Each building, each gateway, each sculpture had a tale to tell and without my expert friend in Iranian and world history, I would have known less about Persian culture Andy Iran. A also the Sohan from Qom and rose water from Kashan and much more.
The beautiful Caspian, the port cities Ramsar, Anzali and the desert city of Kashan, the snow jewels Dizin and Touchal, the priceless diamonds in National treasure, each of them gifted me memories which will never ever fade away. Walking through the busiest Berlin Street, Firdouse street and the parks helped me understand the life of the people and felt the same as if walking in the busiest streets of India.
There are many more good people who helped me and my family in many situations, where no famiky of friends could have made it. The family of Golnoush, Pardis, Devu, Pradeep,Baiju,Prajod,Ashokan, Sajeev, casanavi, Afshin, Murali,Krishnan and many more made my good moments in Tehran as get togethers, parties and the travels and the each and every moments spend in company and helping each other. These people taught me a lot more to the life which I will carry forth. Thanking them for these moments will be the an injustice to the bond between us. So, the toast will be 'To Life'.
There is lot more to say than said. And it will never be expressed in words and phrases of any languages we shared, but each of these moments will be played on and on in the scriptless, stageless replay of my memories, where I will always, remember you in each rewinds.
Also, the earth is round and life is a journey. So, will always see you in some cross roads ahead.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Little Joy of Life
Life is the most undefined mystery in all the dimensions we know. No matter, how advanced we are in science, mystics or in myths, we have never been able to explain the meaning of life in full, just because of its most simplest reason : diversity.
For each life form on earth, there is an defined purpose, which they carry out with at most uncertainty of completion. Each spark of life flames to splinder and blaze and in some uncertain moment turns to ashes. With this line clearly drawn, knowing the ultimate fact, that there is an end to the road, let me walk through few life cycles which I have come across in my life.
When I was a child, I used to sit at the porch of my house and used to look at the life around me. Butter flies in the small garden of my mother’s, people in their daily life, walking by the road, and also the line of ants which carry out its daily routine of food collection. With the remembrance of some science class hours, I used to draw line in their path. I was amused to see how science worked as ants lost their path as the trail of hormone path was wiped off. I used to be cruel too applying death without knowing the meaning to those tiny form of life.
Writing this at this point of life, I do feel sorry for what I did. But I do think this : what was the purpose of life of those small ants? in their tiny span of life, they were busy collecting food for their colony, hard working to the limit without even knowing that the life is about to end at the finger tips of another life.
There are many small fishes in the ocean which live together in multitude of numbers. The only purpose in their short life is to become food for other life. Their life was created in this world to nourish the life of other life and that is their purpose.
Coming back to the human life, the diversity is more vivid as life itself is woven in different colors. For a street life, the most importance reason of life is find a way for daily bread where as there are other forms of life, whose major concern is what new feature Apple is introducing next. In all these, what I find common is the ‘Joy of Life’.
Any life born on earth, no matter, how feeble or great it is, does enjoy every moment it is alive. what ever be the purpose, whatever be the need and cause, each ticking moment is a joy forever. I recall the famous words of Keats that point this and also the urge to have as much joyous moments ever
For each life form on earth, there is an defined purpose, which they carry out with at most uncertainty of completion. Each spark of life flames to splinder and blaze and in some uncertain moment turns to ashes. With this line clearly drawn, knowing the ultimate fact, that there is an end to the road, let me walk through few life cycles which I have come across in my life.
When I was a child, I used to sit at the porch of my house and used to look at the life around me. Butter flies in the small garden of my mother’s, people in their daily life, walking by the road, and also the line of ants which carry out its daily routine of food collection. With the remembrance of some science class hours, I used to draw line in their path. I was amused to see how science worked as ants lost their path as the trail of hormone path was wiped off. I used to be cruel too applying death without knowing the meaning to those tiny form of life.
Writing this at this point of life, I do feel sorry for what I did. But I do think this : what was the purpose of life of those small ants? in their tiny span of life, they were busy collecting food for their colony, hard working to the limit without even knowing that the life is about to end at the finger tips of another life.
There are many small fishes in the ocean which live together in multitude of numbers. The only purpose in their short life is to become food for other life. Their life was created in this world to nourish the life of other life and that is their purpose.
Coming back to the human life, the diversity is more vivid as life itself is woven in different colors. For a street life, the most importance reason of life is find a way for daily bread where as there are other forms of life, whose major concern is what new feature Apple is introducing next. In all these, what I find common is the ‘Joy of Life’.
Any life born on earth, no matter, how feeble or great it is, does enjoy every moment it is alive. what ever be the purpose, whatever be the need and cause, each ticking moment is a joy forever. I recall the famous words of Keats that point this and also the urge to have as much joyous moments ever
A think of beauty is a joy forever,
How can I ever bid farewell to these joys..
Friday, February 1, 2013
Yesterday
Yesterday : often a piteous word, which points out to the goners. All say live in the present, don’t look at yesterday. yesterday are to be forgotten or lesson learnt and today is new beginning. a view of perspective is quite essential.
I was going through my yesterdays. The days, I was happy, days that brought in tears, days that made me success, days that made me lose, it was a blend of feelings and emotions like a untouched orchestra of a genius, who of course is the God above. For me, each yesterday has something to tell to the present, each of those recalls and reminds me what I should sustain and what I should omit to make my today a better day.
Many a times, the good decisions made in present day are a wholesome effort of all the linked up past experiences that winds together like a decision mechanism. you never know, how you arrived at that decision, but the insight is always the bitter or sweet past that makes you learn and move ahead.
Many has told me that the present actions beholds the future. Of course, what you do today is that makes the tomorrow. But, I do feel to point out that what you do today is decided by how you learnt from your past. How you learnt from all the present that gone past you. There could be a thousand agreements about this view. Of course, that is the basics of human thoughts, which I try to do from my view.
For me, yesterdays, design my today and the redesigns of my present make my future.
I was going through my yesterdays. The days, I was happy, days that brought in tears, days that made me success, days that made me lose, it was a blend of feelings and emotions like a untouched orchestra of a genius, who of course is the God above. For me, each yesterday has something to tell to the present, each of those recalls and reminds me what I should sustain and what I should omit to make my today a better day.
Many a times, the good decisions made in present day are a wholesome effort of all the linked up past experiences that winds together like a decision mechanism. you never know, how you arrived at that decision, but the insight is always the bitter or sweet past that makes you learn and move ahead.
Many has told me that the present actions beholds the future. Of course, what you do today is that makes the tomorrow. But, I do feel to point out that what you do today is decided by how you learnt from your past. How you learnt from all the present that gone past you. There could be a thousand agreements about this view. Of course, that is the basics of human thoughts, which I try to do from my view.
For me, yesterdays, design my today and the redesigns of my present make my future.
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