There’s always something to Say!

It’s been sometime since I last wrote something. I felt like there was not much to speak lately. Watching movies, eating and sleeping, thats all on the daily menu. May be the summer heat got to me, and while watching one such movie, there was this quote ” There’s always something to say”. I felt as if a signal for me to speak something. More when I have more. For the moment, I leave you with this beautiful song from Sweet November.

 

Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time…

And who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose?
Only time…

[chants]

Who can say why your heart sighs,
As your love flies?
Only time…

And who can say why your heart cries,
When your love dies?
Only time…

[chants]

Who can say when the roads meet,
That love might be,
In your heart.

And who can say when the day sleeps,
If the night keeps all your heart?
Night keeps all your heart…

[extended chants]

Who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose?
Only time…

And who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time…

Who knows?
Only time…

Who knows?
Only time…

Can we forget walking?

When did you first start walking? Most probably when you were around a year old. Medical science confirms that, kids should kind of start walking, crawling or whatever you want to call it, by the end of their first year. From that moment you kept walking, walking and walking. On the way, you learnt to run, jog and other various ways. In all these, you had a different pace, but it was just walk, pure walk nothing else.

All these times in your life, you have been walking. Through all successes and failures, through good times and bad times and the worst times. There would have been times when you wanted to stop, sit down, think or just go back. There would have been times when you were forced to do so. All these times, what motivated you to get back and get moving? I bet it was something different every time, something special. The reasons you must have attributed the utter zeal to keep walking, keep moving would have varied but there would be one central idea in everyone of them. Have you ever thought about it ?

It was during one such motions, when my ideas and my desires had no outlets. I wanted to do things, without knowing how to do them. There was no avail to my efforts to do something about it. Finally I had no choice but to stop and think again. And I got the idea,”Can we forget Walking?”. If we do not forget it, then why do we fail to keep walking? And it was that special question which changes moments and ages. I went about looking for answers, and then I found it. No, we can’t.

We can fall, we can fail, but we can’t forget walking. Walking is not just a mere physical phenomena, its much more than that. It is a purpose and the means. It is the ultimate idea for which we are here, to keep walking.

 

 

www.iitk.ac.in hacked yet again!

The saga continues, almost after a year, and the site is hacked yet again. Luckily this time they did it during the day, it got taken care of very quickly. Can you guess what they must have done? No points for guessing . A simple REBOOT! Yeah, thats the way to do it. They don’t care if you hack or not. They can;t do much either . Limited by their skills may be, but the frequency and ease with the site is being hacked, its really alarming and casts a serious doubt about they way things are done at this place. I leave the rest for you to judge!

 

Enjoy the pics!

After The Hack 

The World without I

 

There are times when “We” loses importance and I, me and myself comes to the fore. It is normal to look at what one has, what one wants but just looking at it with a myopic vision and a self-centered attitude can lead neither “I” nor “We” anywhere. The recent rise in this is really alarming. Is it because, the world is getting fast, or the is it because the world is coming closer. But wouldn’t coming closer meaning amalgamation of thoughts, aspirations and needs?

Has it just become a wild goose chase for getting something for oneself? Have we lost it totally and let down the” We” in us? Looks like it. There is a feeling going around that its not our concern, it doesn’t matter. But this will be nothing but closing all doors and sleeping inside, keep safe, let it happen what’s happening outside. Down comes a building or there is some injustice going around, who cares?

One way to look at it is, to see the unusual way in which one can be dreaming that it is he that is important and not the world. The world will lose if he is not there, he won’t if he doesn’t care. This is nothing short of an outright foolish way of inviting loneliness. The crime in thinking is that almost all of us know that many “I” combine together to make a “We”, yet we think the “I” is better and bigger. Isn’t this ostrich like behaviour? The whole is greater than the sum of its parts, so “We” is much much bigger than all “I” , let alone one of them.

It’s time we open our eyes and realize that a flawed thinking won’t lead us anywhere. It’s time we make a world without I.

 

 

The Pink Sky

I woke up in the morning, did the usual, had some food and started walking. I kept on walking, looking for the end of road or the end of land, I was getting tired, but every time i felt like stopping, it would feel that it’s just there. And finally I reached that place.

It was not dark, it was neither bright, the solitary place looked as if there was no one but me. I looked around to see if I can find life, if not human life. The effort went in vain, the only living thing, I could find was me. Hungry and thirsty, I had no idea what to do. I decided, surprisingly to lie down and wait for someone to come. After a while I felt, someone waking me up, I was startled to see it all pink. My God! The sky was pink! I was scared, I didn’t know what to do. It all happened in the blink of an eye. But before I could think anymore, a female voice spoke,” Who are you? What are you doing here?” I was happy yet cautious. I thought,” Who is this? Anyways, there is someone finally.” I decided to ask the voice the same and did so. 

The voice said, I am a girl, I live nearby. And at that moment I realised, the sky was not pink, I was looking through her saree. At that moment, if she had said, that she was some goddess, I would have believed her. She had worn a beautiful pink silk saree and a matching blouse. And she was looking ravishing. The beautiful eyes and the radiant face, it was like someone never out in the sun, someone who had been carefully preserved just for that moment. Her voice was melody given a life. At that moment, I had a doubt if I was really there or not. 

All this while she was saying things to me, and I was so awestruck by her magnifying presence, I did not hear anything. At, last she touched me and said,Hello! 

The next moment, I was below my bed!

That Illusive Perfect First Date!

It so happened again, I saw someone updating her “The idea of perfect first date” again. It was like, she never could decide what was a real perfect first date for her! Now there is this thought how can someone know whether this will be perfect or not, unless they do take timeout and go for such a date. Further we may doubt if they were not sure of the perfectness of the previous dream date, how can the new virtual date be perfect. Anyways its human, to think, imagine and wonder. And there is nothing wrong in it either!

Here it comes again the wonder whether something perfect really exists, I believe so. Perfection exists not just in our thoughts but in reality, when we do enjoy what we are doing and cant think of any shortcomings at the moment, isn’t it perfect? Yes, it is. If there was nothing which could undermine our happiness, reduce our joy, then how come we can call something as not perfect in retrospect. Some might argue, that it was momentary and in reality it was just a mistake, short sightedness etc. But I disagree on this, it might not be perfect now, but at that moment it was perfect, so we have no real right to doubt the perfectness of something which we already deemed as perfect. Confused? Let me do it again. Something we enjoyed to the full and deemed it to be perfect, but later on, due to happenings related or unrelated to the perfect thing, we find this thought lingering that we were mistaken, it was not perfect, I disagree with this idea. Whatever be the reasons that lead us to doubt something perfect to be not perfect anymore, it might not be perfect anymore, but it was perfect then, so its criminal to doubt perfectness after the moment when it ceases to exist!

Thats all