Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Choices

A recent career move made me ponder a lot about making choices.after much of soul searching, net searching, seeking expert guidance from friends and friendly guidance from experts; I can observe my mind finally inclining to one of the sides.
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Now that I've started recovering my peace of mind, I can better appreciate the subtle threads that are involved in seemingly so straight forward a situation of making decisions.
The criteria that i initially used to follow was to side with the one that makes me regret less in future.But when there is uncertainty about future outcomes, it's a real challenge making a choice.
One advice that thoroughly impressed me was to choose the one that best suits your personality. No matter where such a choice leads us, there is always a hope for some rewarding outcome. So it involves following your instincts, likings and overall philosophy.A spiritual decision.
A couple of other things I invented to convince myself, I would like to note down for my own future reference.
Firstly, to consider what I don't want todo. Everyone advised me to think about what I want to do in a long term. However, though it is really sensible to think about our long term goals, we can not always be absolutely sure as to which of the given choices will take us closer to those goals.So the wise thing i suppose, is to stick to the present and to rule out the things i dislike based on my so far life experiences, i.e, to go for the choice where the future exposure to such things is going to be minimum.
Secondly, and the one I consider really important, is to go for the choice, in which the output generated will be proportional to the input. That is, when i'm working really hard, i'll be earning proportionate returns. Returns, not just in terms of monetary gains, but about overall personal satisfaction. In many situations, this is not the case and we have to depend a lot on luck factor. Although luck factor is always there no matter what we do, I have learnt to go for the choices where its decisive role is going to be minimum.
I have often realized that most choices finally come to what kind of life we want to live,or rather how we want to live our life. Can't be more explicit here, but something reminds me of what  P. G. Wodehouse once said about his writing style-"'I believe there are two ways of writing novels. One is mine, making a sort of musical comedy without music and ignoring real life altogether; the other is going right deep down into life and not caring a damn … "  
To sum it up in words of Albert Camus "Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?"

Monday, June 4, 2012

Angels and Demons...

As human beings,we harbour an innate desire to find an explanation for everything,so that the world around us could make sense.Besides our sincere efforts, the world still remains incomprehensible.Considering the complexity and vastness of universe,it seems obvious. However,I am often surprised at the realization of how little we understand ourselves. I have never been able to understand why purple light mesmerizes me. I also harbor some strange attraction for all things purple. On looking at purple flowers I can sense some forgotten memory getting stimulated,though I can never actually perceive what I remember- deja vu!

I also can never understand why memory plays naughty tricks to me. While I often have to curse myself for not being able to remember significant things,sometimes at totally unexpected moments,when my thought process is following something quite irrelevant,some forgotten memory flashes in my mind-memory of some event,some person,some object or even of some forgotten smell. I don't know if such reverse deja vu happens to everyone.
Coming to deja vu,I remember being told as a child that we actually are able to perceive few future events in our sleep,though we don't remember them after waking up. And when these events Actually take place,we experience deja vu. My rational mind never allowed me to believe it after I grew up,but sometimes after encountering the stranger hidden in me,such concepts do fascinate me.
The things we unconsciously gather in our memories must be playing a significant role in shaping our personality as a whole. Though I say unconsciously,I wonder if this process is totally involuntary. In childhood,obviously circumstances play most important role. By circumstance,I mean everything including parents,their lifestyle,culture,friends and other people-playing a role of mentors,knowingly or unknowingly. Perhaps the rate of building up of this unconscious memory is maximum in the childhood. but with developing rationality of mind one can be selective to some extent. Selective,though not in the sense of what we remember,but at least in the matter of what we present to our memory to remember. I can't help remembering Gandhiji's three monkeys here. I absolutely don't mean to shut off doors to new experiences,but only being selective to filter off unwanted exposure to few drastic experiences,including few movies,games or for that matter few sources of such monstrosity in writing. I have seen people praising a movie or a book,for the impact it produced.Though the overall experience was unpleasant,such a work is rated on a higher scale just for the impact.Whereas what it actually means is some unnecessary and unpleasant input that is going to get registered in our unconscious memory and is somehow going to affect our future responses.


I remember a similar thing being mentioned in Rand's Atlas Shrugged. All evil things have a power to affect us very deeply. So it's better not to think of the evil things even a moment longer than is necessary to fight them.
Bypassing our perceptive awareness,these demons gain entry to the subtle realm of mind and make it a carrier for future maladies in days when it's weakened by adverse circumstances.
Unfortunately,more sensitive a mind is,it tends to have more thirst for enigmatic experiences,increasing its exposure to these deadly demons. Though most often,when it is a matter of circumstances,it is not possible to avoid them,one can at least try to be consciously aware of such an exposure and prevent having a profound influence on mind. The 'All Is Well' funda most certainly works.
Let alone the concepts of past life dramatized by film industry,our genetic makeup somehow carries the life of our several past generations in us. Life,in its very basic sense can be viewed as series of input-outputs and resulting consequences. Circumstances provide the input of experiences that we receive and our actions-basically the product of our mind-constitute the output. This in a way makes us select the next level of input,i.e,new circumstances,and determines the direction of our life's journey. Since the output we provide is a product of our mind,which in turn is shaped depending on previous inputs that we have received,the process is sometimes a vicious cycle. One's genetic makeup is affected by this input-output circuits and strangely thus,continues affecting future generations.
I have recently been reading a book by David Bohm, in which the concept of creative metaphor is beautifully explained.The creative play of mind somehow works by building up metaphors. For understanding something new,our mind compares it with something we already know. Even the perception of vision involves a similar play. As the author says,the overall disposition of the mind to apprehend objects in particular ways plays an important role in helping to select and give form to what is seen,i.e,to integrate a meaningless jumble of visual impressions into true seeing. Thus it can be said that unnecessary accumulation of negative data certainly affects the overall disposition of mind and the responses it generates.
One can argue here that it is not practical to avoid exposures to such negative experiences as they prepare,or say,toughen us for future adverse events. However,future always seems to be a step ahead of what we are prepared for. And even if someone consciously subjects himself to such exposures,for say,better knowledge of the world and the self,no human being is capable of being constantly aware of what is gaining entry into subconscious and affecting his self.
Considering all this,it is often necessary to cheat yourself with all is well sense,and irrespective of one's individual beliefs,the concept of god and divinity makes it easier to achieve such a sense. This perhaps is the reason for god being an inspiration for most of the works of arts for centuries...
Circumstances is something beyond our control but to some extent we can achieve a balance of these positive and negative exposures to protect the self. To quote Nietzsche, "Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster himself. For if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”


Friday, June 1, 2012

Those sepia moments: Lights,Chimera,Action!






Scene I:age 6
            My Aunt's house.
             summer vacation.
             11:30 pm,everyone asleep.
Light: Night lamp.

  • I decide I'll have blonde hair when I grow up.      
  • I'm not going to tell Guddi about the golden ribbon I've hidden in backyard.
Scene 2:age 8
              My drawing.
Light:Green Lamp on the front porch of the house I have drawn.

 Haunted houses have green lamps-our latest invention in school! I add lightning in the dark blue sky. 

Scene 3:age 12
              our native place,midnight.
Light: Million stars in the cloudless sky.

           Sky is a curtain-jet black in colour.And the stars are holes-through which we get a glimpse of
           the heaven beyond.

Scene 4:age 16
              Diwali dawn.
Light: Orange kandil in the window.

           Everything divine is so serene...

Scene 5:age 22
              Mumbai-hanging gardens,7:30pm
Light: Thousand gems of the queen's necklace.

           This is the place... we'll be here one day.

Scene 6:age 24
              Local train window.
Light:Reflection of sun in otherwise dead salt water.
   
             This is how life is...wait for the sunny moments...   

Scene 7:age 25
              My room.
Light:that of my laptop in otherwise dark room
           & a glimpse of moon from branches outside the window.

I speak out of the deep of night
out of the deep of darkness
and out of the deep of night I speak. 
if you come to my house
friend,bring me a lamp
and a window I can look through
 at the crowd in the happy alley


Sunday, May 27, 2012

Mirage...



Dear morning,fresh and new,
with all your dazzle and dew,
look here, we are changing!

Yesterday,I met you...

where purple flowers beam 
and thousand rainbows gleam...

with those songs still in eyes

and colours humming in background,
 I agree,we are yet spellbound

but time slips in sand

and though hand in hand we stand,
balancing our steps...

look here,we are changing!




Far away,in the golden desert,

where the bearded monk still lives,
our nostalgic memories flicker... 
and to let an ancient dream recur,
the monk sends stories,
loaded in paper boats...

Sometimes from the secret realm,

those lilac evenings still land
and we run-with a lump in throat
to catch beloved paper boat-

just to stumble over a frozen dream

and to let out a horrid scream!

Too late,oh lord, we reckon,

why those muzzy mirages beckon
and yet chasing a glassy dream
Alas! we are changing.....

G-r-e-e-n!



 "Whatever we say a thing is,it isn't.

Whatever we say is words,and what we want to talk about is generally not words.

Whatever we mean by what we say is not what the thing actually is.
For the thing is always more than what we mean and is never exhausted by our concepts."






  



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Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Shauk

Dinme, mittime mile shisheke tukdonme hum surajko chunate rahe
jabbhi raat hui,hum chandani udhar leke unhise ek khwab bunate rahe

kucch armaan jagese the,yun hi aa gaye
kuchh chale gaye the,kucch ruthe the
hum ratbhar shikayte sunate rahe

jabbhi raat aayi hum nasamzonko samzate rahe
din hua pata chala woh hamehi nasamzome ginte rahe

kucch shauk bhi ye ajibse hai,in chamkati ulazanonke
titliya to haath aati nahi, par rang samete aankhone yun,ke aasun rangeen bante rahe...


Monday, May 21, 2012

Souvenir




The darkness is deep,bitterness meaningful
this country is strange,its voices scary
I think I've never been here before

There is cry of a child and roar of a beast
lame innocence clutched in hands of rage

There are pits,craters,labyrinths
all so deep,deep with water
to quench the thirst,catch the moon
beast and child are there soon

This country is strange,its voices scary
I think I've never been here before
Oh,it's bitter-with pain and rage
yet why I think,I know this language...

Ah,don't mind... I'm crazy!!