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Sunday, July 30, 2017

Humanity First

                These are times when India is facing a bit more number of threats to its sovereignty than we’re probably used to. At least as far as my knowledge goes, I haven’t seen the media report Chinese and Pakistani incursions or any other threats from these countries at the same time. Also, the internal security challenges aren’t on the decline either. It’s as though we’re disintegrating, we’re recognising our differences but these external threats are keeping us somehow weakly glued. I recently read in an article the divide between Hindus and Muslims, North Indians and South Indians and between other social groups is increasing. The ‘Unity in Diversity’ has been remained to a bookish phrase. Is this a problem? I say yes. Is there a solution? Yes, but trying to forget our differences and suddenly unite won’t help. It will never even happen. If the branches start to dry up, perhaps the roots need to be diagnosed.


                As a kid I had a read a story about two pen pals, one from India and another from Japan. In one of the letters, the Indian friend writes that in India, people are Indians first and then Hindus, Muslims, Christians, Jains, Sikhs, etc. It’s a good start and we can go a step further. The BJP too should be appreciated for positioning themselves as a party of development instead of religion and caste (I am not a bhakt). I think instead of saying that we are Indians first and then whatever our religions may be, perhaps we should not talk about our religions at all. Religions were not created by a God. They are human inventions, meant to moralise the society. They are just a guideline to living but they’ve now become fearful forces. As long as I respect you, does it matter how I do it? By bowing down to you with my hands folded or with a handshake? As long as I don’t eat from your plate and leave you starving, does it matter what I eat and how much of it? Does it matter what I wear or how I speak? It actually does matter, though it shouldn’t. And it will continue to matter for as long as we have multiple religions in the world. This is one of the fundamental flaws of our society. The other being the root cause behind division of Earth. Well, it’s needed for administrative purposes, but that’s not the reason it was done. The real cause behind this division is greed. Greed of one particular person or a handful who’ve managed to brain wash the masses into believing their so called just cause. Now, one can’t really eradicate greed, it’s a part of human nature but what one can do is be a human being before being any other thing. By putting humanity before nationalities and religion will help solve a great deal of our problems. Believing that we’re human beings first and then Indians, Pakistanis, Chinese, Americans, etc. will reduce the number of wars to a great extent if not erase them completely. Would we really need religion then? Wouldn’t it make God happier to see that we’re following the principles of humanity, we’re doing what basically every religions asks for instead of praying? Or his God so egomaniacal that he/she would punish us for not praying? And when we think of God, wasn’t he/she created by us humans too? The basic problem lies in our incapability to accept opinions different from ours. We classify everything into good and bad, whereas opinions are just opinions. But this is a deeper problem, perhaps at the DNA level and hence it’ll take us centuries to even try to resolve it but we can find a common ground today. The common ground of all of us being human beings. Because what really classifies a person into a particular religion was created by humans. It did not occur naturally. The clothes we wear, the languages we speak, our names, our grooming habits were all created by humans. What did occur naturally was birth of a human being. A baby isn’t born with a particular religion, he/she is just born a human being. Perhaps it’s time to look back at our roots, look back to what really defines us, our humanly created differences or the common ground of humanity.

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

A Meeting

A majority of people have never met themselves. They are a complete mystery to themselves and spend no time and effort to solve the mystery. I recently took a quiz to understand my ‘personality’. I don’t know what algorithm was used to discover my personality for me, I don’t know if it was reliable or even safe. Now I think that the time I spent looking outside, asking someone else about who I am and how I am, could’ve been spent asking these questions to myself. Yes, taking a quiz is more convenient and definitely time saving but is it accurate at all? Asking someone else about us, using our five senses, which are all outward looking, is it a reliable way to discover oneself? Before we dig into this, why should we even know ourselves?

Yes, it helps in job interviews but even there our answers are fabricated to suit the needs of the interviewer. I remember borrowing answers to this question from my friends. We were all honest and smart-working with an eye for detail and constantly pushed ourselves to exceed expectations. I am sure we were not the only ones. Of the many problems that such a response would create one is that there will be a vast disconnect between the job requirements and the capability of the candidate. And such responses are then mimicked in our lives as well, creating a vast difference between reality and perception. This not only leaves us confused but also suppresses our potential. A person who doesn’t know himself/herself will never know what they are capable of, what the goal of their life is, what path they should take to be successful in life. They’ll be just a broken log in a flood.

But knowing oneself, the process itself is fascinating. Well, for one, you are bound to find yourself cool. If you don’t then, aren’t you cool enough that you find yourself less cool? Get it? It’s a paradox. Just imagine talking to yourself, looking at yourself, what are you wearing? How are you feeling? How do you look? Ask questions that you would ask a stranger who you want to be friends with. Don’t think before answering, you’ll be fascinated with your own answers. That’s you telling yourself who you are, what you like and dislike, what you want to do, what you are good at and the dreaded interview questions like your strengths and weaknesses. You may write down your answers as well if you like, so you can revisit them later and remind yourself of…well…yourself.


It was one of the best meetings I had when I met myself. A lot of pretensions were cleared and I got to know what I didn’t know that I didn’t know. The ideas by which I had been living my life were shattered and it wasn’t the end of the world. For once, I faced the truth and accepted it without colouring it with my own perceptions. For once, there was no gap between reality and perception and I felt like I had meditated. It was like finding a long lost friend.

Saturday, April 2, 2016

The New Age


When most people talk about emergence of a new age, it’s quite niche to a particular field or industry. They talk about a new age in science, or food technology, or fashion, transportation, etc. But this article is quite general, encompassing all the aspects of society and all elements that govern our lifestyle. Just like with any change, adaptation will be the only mode of survival.
We can classify the different ages that the human race has gone through as follows:
1) Stone Age
2) Agricultural Age
3) Industrial Age
4) Information Age
5) ‘The New Age’

The Stone Age was dominated by people who knew how to use stones or rocks for different purposes. These people were the most powerful and thus most sought after. The nomads, who could use stones as tools to hunt, make fire and carve, were the leaders and gave direction to human civilisation. Duration: thousands of years.

The Agricultural Age was dominated by people who were good at farming. They got paid a lot, held power and respect. Resources were abundant and humans had realised that the hunter and gatherer model wouldn’t work for long. With the discovery of seeds sprouting into crops, humans stopped consuming seeds directly and instead cultivated land. This helped in human settlement and emergence of civil societies. Duration: a few hundred years.

The Industrial Age was dominated by factory workers. They were in high demand and almost everybody had some income coming from factories. Anybody who wanted to progress in life, had to start his/her own factory and manufacture. Duration: A few decades.
The Information Age is the present age we’re living in. It is believed to have started in the late 1980s with the birth of evolved computing and the Internet. Today, anybody who has information holds power. Data is what all the businesses are after.

But the Information Age isn’t going to be the last age in human history. This has partially to do with the fact that humans haven’t been on Earth for a very long time yet and we are clearly still undergoing evolution. And this evolution is not limited to physical attributes; it also includes evolution of the mind, which is evident from the fact that apart from technological and lifestyle advancements, humans have brought in numerous societal reforms and have started to realise the existence of an unexplored being within themselves. Religion is being replaced by spirituality which points to the fact that humans are no longer willing to follow practices blindly. Instead of looking ‘outwards’ for answers, solutions, peace, etc. we are looking ‘inwards’. It would be fair to say, thus, that the material needs are soon being replaced by the emotional and spiritual needs.

Information today is available abundantly. Just a few days back I had read that PhD thesis are available for Rs.30000 in a market in Delhi. Well, if not that then Google’s always there, right? Therefore, although, people having information are powerful today, but their exclusivity is diminishing fast. Due to this, automation is catching up and everything that includes routine tasks is and will be automated, from accounting to medical diagnosis, everything is being automated. The ‘App Revolution’ is a testimony to this fact. There are numerous sources to gather news – newspapers, TV, internet, specialised apps, radio and thanks to the ever evolving communication systems, people can spread news much faster than ever. Information sharing in form of text, images, videos and sound makes sure that information doesn’t lay hidden in one part of the world. In fact, such rapid and abundant sharing of information around the world is laying grounds for the next age which is just a couple of years away. Many businesses have already recognised this and have altered their marketing strategies and many are in the process.

So, what is this new age and what will it bring forth? Like I just pointed out, the ground work for the next age is almost already laid out. People are not just sharing facts now; they are also sharing opinions and viewpoints which always come hand in hand with emotions. The new age will therefore be dominated by people who can commercialize emotions. Duration: I don’t know yet. This age will place those people quite high in demand who can understand human emotions the best, can empathize, are story tellers, designers, all in all great artists. There will be high demand for artists as people would already have all the information they need and thus would jump to the next stage of evolution where the mind will open up to new vistas beyond the structural elements. People will look for and find hidden meanings in everything around them and to do that, one needs to be a true artist. Businesses will need to be able to design marketing strategies which can touch the emotions of their consumers. They will need to back their offerings with high quality designs as competition would’ve already armed its offering with all the functionalities needed. They would need to tell stories through their offerings. For example, if 2 competitors are offering the same drink but one of them says that their product is based on a recipe invented by a little African girl and by buying their product consumers are indirectly helping that little girl earn for her family, which product do you think consumers would prefer? It doesn’t matter what the ingredients are because they are the same in both but it’s the story behind the product that sells it.

Therefore, the new age might make the MFA the new MBA. There’s no point following the herd when you now have the chance to lead one. 

Saturday, March 12, 2016

The Philosophy of Science

If you’ve ever felt that the reason for your existence is much more than just the chemistry and biology governing natural organisms, you have at some point pondered about the purpose of life (most probably in the shower). And this must have got you a little excited and in that tiny moment, epiphany strikes and you have got yourself the ultimate life goal. It fills one with energy and one starts to question everything one does. Everything, every activity, has to push one towards that goal. One can already see oneself as the leader of the masses (or a cult), changing the world and making it a better place. But that excitement and energy vanishes with the moment (or lasts for as long as one is in the shower). But history can’t stop boasting of stories in which this excitement and enthusiasm lasted for much longer periods of time, long enough to change the world.

Not all eureka moments have to do something with great discoveries and award winning inventions. The greatest invention on Earth is life and the greatest discovery for any living organism would be to find its purpose. To quote Buddha, ‘The trouble is, you think you have time’ when the fact is that time is passing by every second. A second doesn’t seem like a lot of time when we think that we have hours, days, months and years to live. But it becomes dangerously significant if we think about what can happen in a second. A sperm cell may take a day or so to find the egg, but it takes about a second to fertilise it, thus creating life. When the baby comes out of the womb, it takes a second to cut the umbilical cord, detaching the baby from the mother and welcoming a new creature in this world. The baby can spend years trying to learn to talk, but it is in that one second that the first word is uttered and one of the most powerful tools, speech, takes birth. Same goes with walking and other chores in life. It’s in a second that rings are exchanged and two people become a couple and it’s also in a second that life finally leaves the body. People (including me) waste a lot of time. The amount of time people spend on doing something they love are like moments compared to amount of time spent on doing something they’re not passionate about, or worse, even hate. A passionate musician might have to work as an accountant to support himself but should it be considered a waste of time if he/she spends a minute dreaming about him/her playing an instrument that is moving and touching people around him/her? I’d say working as an accountant is actually a waste of time. Because that way, the musician will never be inspired to use all his/her energy to spend life doing what he/she truly loves.

It is sad to see people thinking that life is about birth, education, job/business, supporting family, dying. Every human being has the responsibility to live a passionate life. And science has sort of started to believe it too. According to quantum mechanics, the state of an electron (particle or wave) depends on the act of measurement or observation. During the double split experiment (please google it, details of this are beyond the scope of this article), the dual nature of electrons was discovered. But what was also discovered was that the electron happened to change its nature depending on whether it was being observed or not. Another surprising discovery was that, whenever and wherever the scientists tried to find the electron, it appeared there and when they didn’t try to find it, it was nowhere. It was as if, the electron existed everywhere and nowhere simultaneously. This means life presents itself the way we want to see it, as a wave or as a particle. Life is everything we believe it to be and is nothing else whatsoever including all the joys and pains. Now, if you apply this principle to your life, you will always find what you really look for and when you’re not looking, there’s nothing to be found. So if you feel that there’s no way that you could follow your passions, look again at yourself. Why can’t you live passionately? Look for that metaphorical electron called will in yourself and you will find why you can and you should.


Now, following one’s dreams seems like a big risk due to fear of failure. What if I don’t make it is the one question that has destroyed more lives than wars. But there’s science here too. According to another concept called entanglement in quantum mechanics, there’s a pair of electrons which are entangled to each other. If separated, even by the distance equal to the width of the universe, the entanglement is strong as ever. This was found to be true in an experiment in which the electrons were separated by a distance of 143 kilometres and were subjected to different physical instances like rotation, movement, stress, etc. The effects on one electron had an effect on the other as well. No matter the distance, the result was the same. One of the reasons behind this could be that before the Big Bang happened, everything in the universe was condensed at one single point. Everything was actually one. The explosion caused the condensed mass to disintegrate and spread away. It’s like a single cake was cut into different pieces. But that doesn’t mean that the pieces are different types of cakes. They are all one. Similarly, everything in the universe is connected, entangled. Every little action we take has an effect. So be afraid, but not of failure. Every action taken towards one’s dream, towards living a life full of passion, will have an effect. Doesn’t matter whether you see the results immediately or not, but the only result that matters is the satisfaction you will receive and the peace that you will experience. You will live a life that you love and love is all that the world needs.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

SUREST WAY TO MIRACLES EVERY MOMENT


How many of us believe in miracles? Don’t worry, it’s not going to be a teenage girl’s journal entry. So, how many of us believe in miracles? I guess most of us do, or have started to. The world around us has changed quite dramatically (for the better or worse, depending on perspective) which isn’t so short of a miracle. But how many of us just can’t stop experiencing them every moment? A lot of hands have gone down, haven’t they? (Sorry, I write as if I am speaking to a live audience).
Well, let me tell you, miracles happen every moment. The degree of impact may vary but they do happen. I’m going to give you two examples here of “actual” miracles and then explain how these happen all the time.

Example 1: It’s the peak morning time and as usual I’m waiting for my train at one of the railway stations of Mumbai. The train arrives and before it can halt, people have started jumping in. Now, I am not new to this Sparta like phenomenon and hence I try to get in too. But I’m pushed aside, so hard, that I fall on the platform. I get back up and with the same resolve, I get inside the train and guess what, find myself a seat. A true miracle, any Mumbaikar would say.

Example 2: I and my flatmate have rented a new house in Mumbai. The owner asks us to meet him at short notice. Due to his insistence we leave early from office only to wait for him for 2 hours at the meeting point. He arrives with a list of questions (literally) and the viva begins. From his questions it’s clear that he thinks of us no less than a bunch of underground gangsta rappers. His broker brings up a clause to be included in the rent agreement which I and my flatmate are not comfortable with, but will doubly protect the interests of the owner. He asks his broker to not force the clause on us. A miracle!

Now, these 2 incidents may seem like a miracle because as laymen, we understand miracles to be unexpected welcome events which do not happen all the time. Well, by that definition, isn’t the non-occurrence of certain events which do not happen all the time, miracles too? Non-occurrence of earthquakes or other natural calamities? Non-occurrence of a terrorist attack at some place? These do not happen all the time and their non-occurrence causes a welcome event. Imagine your flight is about to land and there’s an earthquake on the runway. This is not a miracle, it’s an unfortunate event. But the non-occurrence of such an event would cause a welcome event of a smooth landing. But yet, we don’t call a smooth landing a miracle either. That’s because, we give far too much importance to rarely occurring welcome events as compared to others. The significance of common welcome events is so less that we’re not even aware of them. Isn’t it a miracle that you’re breathing right now? You’re not aware of it, you’re not even trying, but you are alive. Isn’t it a miracle that your dog, who’s probably stronger and more agile than you, is your loyal friend and not a predator who can eat you when you’re sleeping? Yes, dogs are programmed that way by nature (and genetic engineering) but aren’t all miracles? Isn’t it a miracle that the human race is still going strong, after two world wars and so many others? Isn’t it a miracle how Earth has all the life supporting elements in the exact right amounts? Isn’t it a miracle that you’re on the beach and there’s no tsunami? Isn’t it a miracle that your breathing doesn’t suddenly stop? Or despite all the terrorism, which has been occurring since decades, you’re feeling safe right now?

We’ve never acknowledged these things, have we? Why? Because we take the present for granted, despite it being a very serious thing, the only true thing. We’re obsessed with the future. It takes a major event, a jolt perhaps, to make us realise the importance of the present. The present is the only moment we have all the control over. We’re losing control every moment and we don’t know if we’ll still have it in the next. But in the present moment, we are completely in control. It’s not bad to plan for the future, but to live in it, that’s terrible. That’s like Virat Kohli worrying about the ICC 2019 World Cup because he may have to lead the Indian Cricket team then. One doesn’t make 24 international hundreds in 161 innings worrying like that. Even this is a miracle.


To conclude, miracles are happening every moment because every moment is happening for us. There would be no miracle if we were dead. Being alive is a miracle itself with all the wars, terrorism, diseases, stress and so much more. The only way to witness miracles every moment is to live every moment. Mere acknowledgement of every moment will surely cause a miracle, because miracles don’t happen once in a while, they happen when you look for them, just like the electron in the double slit experiment. Sorry, getting off topic here. So, the surest way to witness miracles every moment is to acknowledge every moment by being in the present.

Thursday, December 24, 2015

THE HALLUCINATING HUMAN BEING


So, I was watching Bajirao Mastani last weekend and just when I was about to doze off, as the climax approached, the last scene of the movie really connected with me. Now, before some of you start to defend the movie, let me just clear the air by saying that I am not going to write a review of the movie. This article is not about that. I respect your opinions if you liked the movie (I am not intolerant, you see?) and agree with you if you think a 30 minute story was over-stretched into a 2 and half hour movie. So, let’s get to the point, shall we? Warning: Spoiler alert!
           
            In the last scene, the sick Bajirao runs in the river (I think Godavari) on seeing a cavalry approaching to kill him. The horses are running on water like it’s a small puddle and suddenly there are even flaming arrows coming from the skies. Bajirao is hit by a few of them and they light fire on water. He is also cut with swords by the men on horses. It’s real, quite real for him. He has in his hand his metallic belt like sword swaying and is fighting the cavalry but in vain. His attacks have no effect on neither the horses nor the men sitting on them. He swings his weapon on one of the enemies and the horse just passes through to an unclear destination, like the warrior in the river didn’t exist. Bajirao tries to fight and avoid the flaming arrows but they hit him but don’t really hurt him. He stops swinging after a while. At a distance, his wife, Kashi, looks at her husband swinging his sword madly at an invisible object. The whole world is peaceful except her husband. Bajirao soon realises the truth and the cavalry disappears. The arrows and the fire on the river disappear too. Bajirao is laughing. He is laughing as crazily as he was swinging his sword at, well, nothing. He’s realised the truth and that how crazy he was before. He is liberated and quite literally soon after, from life. Wouldn’t you feel liberated too? What if the job that you hate so much but have to do it every day, was a hallucination? Would this knowledge liberate you? What if the fact that your father doesn’t understand you, is just a hallucination you’ve been making real? What if your financial problems were a hallucination? What if that nagging girlfriend was a hallucination or that insecure boyfriend was? Not only your problems, the good stuff in life can be a hallucination too. That iphone worth almost half a lac (50,000), your dream house, your bank balance, the care free life that you enjoy, it’s all a hallucination.

            So why is it a hallucination? Feels pretty real, doesn’t it? It feels real to everybody else too, so how is it a hallucination? The answer to this is in the question, what’s real? Nothing is real. Nothing is absence of everything. I know it’s a basic definition and there’s nothing epiphany-like in it but have we really tried to understand this definition? Do you know when you get nothing? Alright, I’ll give you nothing right now. You ready? Just imagine this and go slow. The chair or bed that you’re sitting on isn’t there. There’s no table either. There are no walls around you. The clothes that you own, including the ones that you’re wearing right now, don’t exist. Your glasses (if you use a pair) don’t exist either. There are no bed sheets, pillows, blankets, footwear, bathroom supplies, food, trees, plants, animals, other human beings, grass, insects, birds, buildings, vehicles, not even air. There’s no Earth or other planets and satellites. This computer isn’t there either. It’s just you in this entire universe. You look around and it’s all dark, black. There’s no sense of direction or speed as there’s nothing to compare these two dimensions with. There’s a black out and that’s all there is, forever. You’re floating but you don’t know whether you’re moving or not and if you are then towards what or in which direction. Is this Nothing? No. Now, imagine that you don’t exist either. Now we have Nothing. Everything is absent, nothing is present. This is real. A blank canvas, an empty notebook. The moment you paint, the moment you write, is the second stage of hallucination. The first stage being, your existence. The moment you acknowledge your own existence, you start to hallucinate. This is so because, you start to create meaning out of your existence. Of course, you’re a baby initially so you accept the meanings that are told to you by others and as you grow, the basis of meanings created by you, are the ones that you had accepted before. Nobody is born an Indian or a Hindu or Muslim but these identities are labelled upon us and we are taught, really well, how to hallucinate. Some hallucinate about engineering, some about medicine, some about flying a plane and more. We create meanings as if they are permanent, we create rules as if they have been the governing force of all mankind, as if the ‘Gods’ want us to follow these rules. We also create a God and worship our creation as if it is our creator. It is all an hallucination.


            So, if this so and nothing is real, then how do we get out of this hallucination and reach that reality? There is just one way, death! All the great saints, sadhus and babas are aware of this hallucination but are still a part of it. This is so because we are not meant to escape this phenomenon and neither should we try to. We are meant to realise that we’re hallucinating but we can’t escape it. But the realisation does put our hearts at ease, doesn’t it? Knowing that everything around us is not real, it is all a figment of our own imagination and creation, gives us some degree of power. The fact that your partner is upset with you, is your own creation and thus you can change this fact. How? That’s a question only you can answer as it’s your creation but nothing is permanent. You create everything and you have the power to create whatever you want, it’s your blank canvas, your empty notebook. You may not know how to paint and write yet, but practice and you will be a great painter like Buddha or a great writer like Krishna, Christ or the Prophet. We call them Gods but they were all just normal humans like us, hallucinating but always aware of this fact and they created what we know about them today. They knew that they can’t escape the hallucination but what they could do was hallucinate about what they desired. And this is exactly what we need to do today. This doesn’t mean that we sit all day just imagining stuff. When you hallucinate, the hallucination is so real that it alters your actions. Therefore, whatever we desire, should reflect in our actions. If you want to be rich, your actions should be such that you’re getting richer. Rich people work hard (unless you’re Mukesh Ambani’s son) and they plan everything amongst a lot of other actions that they take. If you want to be famous, do something that makes you famous. Whatever it is that you want, take actions to hallucinate about that reality. In the end, none of it is going to last but for as long as you’re lasting, create for yourself that you wish could last forever.

Monday, October 19, 2015

THE SUPREME RELIGION



There has been growing religious intolerance in India which is a matter of high concern. It’s more of an issue about self-expression but I’ll stick to the religious front for now. So, as you can tell by the title of the post, I am going to be talking about my religion and I know that it is the most righteous and supreme religion there is. Let the judging begin!

First, let’s understand religion. A religion is an organized collection of beliefs, cultural systems, and world views that relate humanity to an order of existence (Wikipedia). Notice the use of the words beliefs and views. Since when did beliefs and views start being right or wrong? There always is a context in which a belief or a view is right and there always is a context in which they are wrong. My perception will depend on the context I place that belief or view. Thus, if I decide that a particular belief or view is wrong/right, there’s no problem with the belief or view, there’s a problem with my context. I may choose to follow/not follow a belief or view but at the same time, I need to be aware that there is always a different context in which the same belief or view must not be followed/followed. This is what my religion preaches. Also, by the given definition it is clear that religions are made to guide humanity; they are made FOR humanity and not vice-versa. This implies that if a particular custom or tradition no longer benefits the society, doesn’t advance it or make the society a healthier place to live in, then that particular custom or tradition should be done away with. It’s good to ask why; Newton did it and look where we are today. This is what my religion preaches and no, Newton isn’t my prophet. My religion asks me to listen to both sides of a story before arriving at a conclusion. It says that if I do not do away with my tradition of observing Earth only from the ground, I am never going to change my context and discover that the Earth is round and not flat. At the same time, I have to respect the person who believes the earth to be flat because he/she has never gotten off the ground.

My religion doesn’t make terrorists. I know you believe yours doesn’t either but have you really been following your religion? We all believe that terrorists are people who kill other people in the name of religion. So, are those people who kill other people in the name of cow slaughter not terrorists? People who kill other people because they ate another animal for dinner, or consumed alcohol legally not terrorists? They are all idiots (there’s a much different word for them in Hindi, starts with C). Aren’t those people idiots who choose to kill a guy and a girl just because they were holding hands, despite being of ‘different’ castes? Or worse, decided to marry each other? We all know who these people are, but there are a lot many, whom we do not know. There are a lot many who do not know themselves either. Do we understand what killing is? Death is just a step, before the last one, in the process of killing. Killing starts with desire, an intense desire to get away from a person. The second step is intention, in which desire manifests itself into a strong belief. Then comes decision, which encompasses planning, followed by action. Death follows action and the last step is to erase that person from our minds, soul and spirit, completely. If you have tried to avoid a person with a long beard, you’ve completed the first step of killing and become a terrorist. If you’ve judged a person with a turban, you’re a terrorist. If you have had any apprehensions about anybody based on their appearance, beliefs and views, you my friend, are a terrorist. I know you’re not causing death but like I explained before, smaller steps before death, lead to it. It’s good that you stop at the first step but you did take a step, didn’t you, however small it may be. A story isn’t complete unless you’ve read every word of it, however small it may be. An engine won’t work unless it has all the required parts, however small they may be. A drop will enrich an ocean, however small it may be. A negative thought will corrupt the mind, however small it may be.


Before the big bang happened, everything was collected at one singularity. After the big bang, that singularity exploded into different parts of the universe but all those parts were actually one before. The earth, moon, sun, all the asteroids, water, plants, animals, you and I, we were all one. Consider a cake is kept on a table. Looks delicious doesn’t it? You want to eat it? Go ahead cut it. Now, the piece that you’re holding, is it a different cake from the cake that’s on the table? If I cut the cake into 10 different pieces, are those 10 pieces different cakes? Now, I place each piece in a different room, have they become different yet? They are all the same cake, aren’t they? Then how are you and I different? We were all one cake billions of years ago, weren’t we? We look different because we got cut differently, or because perhaps you got the cherry on top and I didn’t. But we’re the same. There is an energy that is holding us together and it’s this energy that doesn’t let us cross the first step of killing. Sadly, some people can’t feel that energy anymore but we can all try emanating that energy towards them, can’t we? The energy called, love. And love, if is not unconditional, it’s not love, it’s a contract, an agreement. This is what my religion preaches. My religion called, Humanity.

Friday, October 16, 2015

THE EMPTY AND MEANINGLESS LIFE



Do you ever wonder how life got so complicated? Do you ever wish for simplicity in life, just like it was when we were kids? By the way kids today have a pretty complicated life themselves so, just think it over, but you get the point, right? I sometimes think about my purpose in life; how the universe is perhaps trying to teach me, train me for a better life ahead. Do you think about it too? Do you also try to understand the meaning of it all? If yes, you’re complicating life, my friend.

The day you were born, life started to become complicated. You were told you were born on a particular day of the particular month of the particular year. Who made these days, months and years? You were told that the building you were born in is called hospital. You were told that you came out of a tiny hole called a vagina. You were told that your name is this or that. You were told that going to school, respecting elders, loving one another, following etiquette, etc. is expected and is good. You were told everything. Do you remember questioning a lot of these rules as a kid? But then you stopped, because you started to make sense of it, rather, you started to get the ‘meaning’ behind all this. If there were things that couldn’t be explained with logic, you assigned the meaning of supernatural or religion to it. But everything had to have a meaning. There’s a little voice in the back of our heads that just can’t stop creating meaning out of everything. Even right now. As you’re reading this article, your little voice is asking, ‘Where is this article going?’, ‘Is the writer going to make any sense at any point at all?’, ‘What does all this mean?’, ‘What am I thinking now?’, etc.

Doesn’t your mind start racing if your girlfriend/boyfriend doesn’t call you when he/she is supposed to? Some of us are relieved but some are having crazy thoughts too, right? We are trying to ‘connect the dots’ like Sherlock and trying to arrive at a logical decision. Did you know that the word decision has its roots in the Latin word cide which means to kill off? So when we make a decision, we’re actually killing off all other options, all other views, all other possibilities. If one day your boss starts to treat you nicely, what does your mind say? It may say a lot of stuff but it can’t stop assigning a meaning to it. And that’s where you get all of life’s complications.

Quantum physics has proved that everything is an illusion. In many experiments it’s been found that an electron is not present where it is present, but where the scientists look for it, i.e., they saw the electron wherever they looked. On a macro level, it means that life doesn’t exhibit what’s true; it exhibits what we believe to be true. We see what we want to see, we hear what we want to hear, we feel what we want to feel and we live what we want to live. Take a second, let it sink. You would now realise that life isn’t controlling you, you’re controlling life, I mean the little voice in your head is. Terminator: The Judgment Day put it quite rightly, ‘NO FATE’ (well said James Cameron, well said). Do you see that life is what you make of it? It is what you create. You will always see the electron where you want to see it.


So what happens if the little voice in your head is no longer controlling you? I say no longer controlling because it can never shut up, unless you’re dead. So, what happens if you stop making stories, stop assuming stuff, stop trying to create meaning out of everything? What happens if you stop looking for the electron? What would you see? Think for a minute before reading further, because if you get this, you’re going to be a changed person. So, what do you see if you stop looking for the electron which appears to be wherever you try to look for it? Nothing! You see nothing. On a macro level, if you stop creating meaning out of everything, life becomes simple and simple and simple unless it comes down to Nothing. And that’s what life is, Nothing. Without self created meaning, assumptions and guesses, it indeed is nothing. Life is empty and meaningless. It sounds sad but it is actually true and the most joyous realisations of my life. Now that I know that life is empty and meaningless, I have all the space in the universe to create whatever I want to create. Of course I will listen to the little voice in my head and create meaning but I would no longer be bound by it. I would always be aware that in the end, there truly is Nothing that exists. Therefore, you are what you want to be. The meaning of life that you had been searching for all your life is yet to be created and guess who is the creator, YOU!

Thursday, February 20, 2014

ONCE UPON A TIME IN IBS

I stood outside the main gate, waiting for the bus to Mehdipatnam, for one last time. Witnessing the usual approaches of cab and auto-rickshaw drivers on seeing one with some luggage, I went back in time a little to refresh my memories about the place. About what happened once upon a time in IBS.

Having being living in hostels almost my whole life, I wasn't scared about being away from home, on the contrary, I preferred it. What scared me a little was the course of MBA. Presentations, projects (a lot of them), CP, NCP and I had even heard about ACP and DCP. Being an engineer my Kryptonite was public speaking and more embarrassingly, I was one of those for whom speaking at all, to anybody, was a task in itself.
Well, there was nothing I could do about it. Having not secured a good enough job, MBA was the option left and thus here I was in E-405, getting dressed up in formals to leave for class. My first task of the day was to locate Mess-2. Pulled up my socks and on my way I went. Asking any human like figure I could find, I crossed H block, took the turns on maal road (didn't know it was called that then, but could justify the name later) and reached the mess. Now, after living in Tamilnadu for 4 years, if you're offered idli, AGAIN, for breakfast, you must think your life sucks. Mine did too, and I left for class directly hoping to get better lunch. Once again, through some aid, I reached acads block and found my class, LT-F. The letters 'LT' made me think I was in some Harvard or Oxford where there would be all serious and extremely studious students sitting alongside me and a teacher with a gazillion degrees who would like to call himself an academician more than a simple teacher, would enter and begin teaching right away. C'mon, I loved introductions class where no would teach or study and you get to know the names of girls/guys you would like to be...err..friends...yes friends with. But to my good surprise, a few students sitting in the class didn't seem how I had thought. They looked like normal Indian kids waiting for a teacher to come start teaching the daily math and science. I found an empty seat, away from everyone, and occupied it. I found they were all chatting but not sitting together, why? Wait, does the number 65 signify something? Is it my seat number? Perhaps, because there are numbers written in front of the tables. So, I occupied the seat number 65. To my left sat a chubby girl. But we didn't talk. In fact I didn't talk to anybody in the class much.

The classes started and I realised it was no Harvard. It was a normal college trying to imitate Harvard and well, not being able to. But it had its ups too. The projects in all the subjects gave me amazing friends, the chubby girl with whom I had had a real conversation only because an exercise in PEL made us do so and through that exercise we got to know a lot about each other. Destiny's way of bringing people together. And today she's one of the most important friends in my life but she's not so chubby anymore. The people sitting around me then, became my best friends and I think they always will be through the ups and downs we've had and may have. Met people through all the classes, we all had something in common. We either liked cursing the teacher and/or the subject or would just like each other. The way we wished to be in the same class at the end of first semester and we actually ended up together (From section B to M), with a few exceptions ofcourse. Then started the frenzy over seat numbers. I had got 9 after being in 65 the previous semester. God, I invented some new cuss words over that. I never failed to blame my seat number for getting bad grades. And eventually, I learnt to live with them, so much that all I wanted in all the tests was a C and getting a B called for a celebration.
Then the first year ended with the beginning of the internship. The era of mini placements where some of us were pushed into some internships forcefully by 'u-know-who'. I guess all of us escaped that too? How we missed the college during the middle of our internship and then missed the internship during the middle of college. The talks about presentations, guide visits, then the grading system they followed would always be remembered. The grading criteria was epic!

As the second year began, so began our specializations and the big daddy, PLACEMENTS. MBA became like another year in engineering where we bunked classes at will, seldom thought about CP and NCP. DCP and ACP were losing their sheen and so was our attendance. Having more than 85% attendance became a new taboo. Projects were done solely because we didn't want an F. Our way of preparing for presentation had taken a complete u-turn. Remember how we used to meet a week in advance and even spend a few days rehearsing the presentation? Atleast I did. And now, all I needed was an hour to collect the data I had to present. I would have no idea what others would be saying, and in one instance I didn't know who the other presenters were. That's how IBS transformed me. I learnt public speaking. I learnt that fear is just a state of mind and if you present the same project for 2 semesters in various subjects, with the confidence of Arnab Goswami, you're well on your way to becoming a smart manager. But more than academics, extra-curricular activities played an important part. Nobody knew who I was untill I joined Xpressionz as a script writer. Well, my script writing didn't do any wonders, but being a member of Xpressionz I was offered a role in Suits, the biggest hit of IBS till date. I played Minor Moon and that's what I was called henceforth by all. Facing Major Chand became a problem though! Biggest thanks to the whole team for that.

Gradually, everything passed, I got placed, many of my friends got placed, we partied and realised our time was coming to an end. Our actions and inactions were now driven by that fact. Many acquaintances became friends, some friends became acquaintances but that's how life has always been and will be. We need to go along with everything and that's what we did in the last few days in IBS, Hyderabad. 17th Feb was the last day I visited the city, the usual places. And as I was coming back, I realised, this is the last time I'm going back to IBS from the city, the last time, I'm ENTERING the campus, the last time the security guard's gonna frisk me and the last time I can be inside and be a student for one more day, just one more.

On the last day, 18th Feb, I had to leave by 6.30. So I began my tour of the whole campus. But this time it was not for all the beautiful girls I could check out, but capture the memories of the place for one last time. To check out what I had not untill now or even if I had, I had not really appreciated it. The hostel buildings with ancient lifts, the area in front of ABCD block, G block area, clinic area and the area beyond that. The last stretch of road at the end of the campus joining the acads block. The reading room and the library - a first year's second home in IBS. I have a lot of memories there. Nothing would be forgotten, the dhabas, Narender, peacock, loventilla, nothing at all. Not even Shankarpally, our Hyderabad city when we felt lazy and financially weak or needed a short quick break.

I stood outside the main gate, waiting for the bus to Mehdipatnam, for one last time. I knew I had to move on to give meaning to my time spent in IBS. I had to move on to show the world why I missed IBS and no matter how it is, it teaches you how to live and that life is one in a million. But still, before the bus could arrive I turned and looked back at the campus. There was a different world inside and I wasn't a part of it anymore. I kept capturing every detail I could untill a little drop of tear fell below my eye and a big lump chocked my throat.

I got the ticket to Mehdipatnam for one last time.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

A NEW DRUG



          We live in The Republic of Cricketland (read as India), and yet all the cricket related strategies we can make are when Sehwag gets out playing an utterly non-sense eyes-shut shot or when Dhoni decides to give the last over of the world cup final to an underdog. And surprisingly, we are quite good at it, or at least like to believe so. Thus giving rise to a soft-spot in the market here for professional game developers as well as players. It's been tapped well in popular games like football but cricket has yet to see its day in the sun here. But dawn is coming with advent of  Hitwicket, and believe you me, the cunning dudes behind this are to watch out for.

          Anybody familiar with the game of Cricket would understand that it's not really a game of gentlemen, no matter how much the stone-age Englishmen would like us to believe that.  It's a game of skill, patience, quick-thinking and the most important - the ability to develop a tactical long term plan, known as strategising. It's a game involving not a lazy Sunday (or any other day for that matter) but passion (as The God himself says) and perseverance 365(6) days a year. There are Sachins and Warnes in all of us and so are Kirstens and Buchanans. Well, Hitwicket is for all you amazing managers and coaches. Just like in real, you can do everything for your team here, but actually get on the field to play. You recruit, fire, sell and buy players, train them, set strategic line-ups for your matches, sell tickets for the same and earn revenue, thus there being a need to manage finances as well. And these are just the easy cherries, the real cream and crust lie within.

          The game makers have been smart enough to make the game really simple for the new users and introduce new features as you gain experience points as a result of your activities and time spent in the game. And the more features you unlock, the more hooked you get. So, if you thought AOE, Dota, CS or GTA was addictive, my friend, you have some thinking to do. The finer details of the game have got all users abandoning their primary reasons to live life and have developed some zombie like symptoms towards the game. Beware, do not get bit, or else, you shall find yourself forbidding anything that overlaps your passion for the game. Yes, passion, it doesn't matter if you have it for Cricket or not you will get passionate towards this game. And it's not just me who's saying this, here's a quote from one of the users, 
Wow!! What a game!!! Amazing!! Have been so much in love with this!! My GF left me, might get fired, but don't care, love this game too much to care about other silly things in life ....
           All in all, a great stupendously great strategy game for users of all ages and mindsets. Get a T20 franchisee of your own and beat the other 16000 to be the best cricket team manager, before it becomes a new deadly drug and gets banned.

p.s. yes i am a user of this game and there are many more like me who have something to say about in testimonials.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

LEGENDS OF YOU


"Not everything is possible. Of course I am not always right.." -- Sachin 'The Little Master' Tendulkar
Happy Birthday to Sachin Tendulkar. This is all I am worthy of saying to this legend. This is not another tribute to Sachin but something that may help you get such tributes for the rest of your life and even after that. And I am right.

Possible is something that you think can happen, impossible is something that you think, can't. So, it's a matter of what you think. Nobody thought in Cricket, a 16 year old lad could hammer the shit out of the best pacemen of their times. Nobody thought humans could fly. Nobody thought a feeble old man with a piece of cloth around his body, a wooden stick in hand and harry potter glasses (of course HP didn't exist then) could end a 200 years old empire and become the father of a nation. It was all IMPOSSIBLE. But it did happen, didn't it? I would say we're somewhere wrong with our definition of impossible. Of course impossible exists but just like light and darkness do. Unless you light something up, it's dark. So, it's impossible that not everything is possible.

We all have watched movies which have made us cry, laugh, angry, sad, etc. But in our hindsight we all know that it's just a movie. SRK didn't really die in Kal Ho Na Ho nor did Sanjay Dutt get into a medical school (oh, he's getting into a very, very different place in real :D).They were all just movies which we enjoyed and moved on with our lives with no attachments to them. Likewise, the whole world is a movie which runs in your mind. You're constantly writing the script in your mind and your brain, the director, is doing its job and projecting the movie to you using your senses. What you see, what you hear, smell, feel or taste is just a projection which may or may not be true. We've all had incidences when we've missed seeing, hearing or feeling something even though it was right there. We have all daydreamed about things that don't exist and we've realised their non-existence only when we've come back to our senses. Thus, your mind controls your and your environment's existence. You believe something to be true when your mind says it is, you believe it to be POSSIBLE when your mind says it is.

Now, this is not what usually happens with all people. Or as we like to call them, extraordinary people. So, what do extraordinary people have that we don't? It's a belief that one can achieve what they want no matter how impossible it seems. A belief that no goal is higher than the will to achieve it. A belief that if one person can do something then even we can because after all we're made out of the same elements of the universe. And if you aim to achieve something that nobody else has, then you have a rare opportunity to inspire a whole new generation by doing what nobody else has done before. This is what legends believe, this is what legends are made of. This is what YOU are made of. Is there any instance where you have pursued something with all your heart and sweat and with no fear or doubts about failure, and have not achieved your goal? There won't be. But if you haven't pursued something in this way it's time you do. I know many of us believe it's easier said than done but believe me, it's much easier done than said. So, how do we do it?

I am not going to tell you something that you don't already know. It's something that you've known since a long time but hardly followed.

So here it goes: start believing that you have what you want, or you can reach where you want to reach. Believe it like a fanatic. Believe it so much that just a thought of your goal inspires you to new degrees and you get an adrenaline rush. And here is how you can strengthen your belief. Once something gets in your subconscious mind, your subconscious starts to give you signals in form of hunches, dreams, sixth-sense as we call it. You need to trust those signals and follow them. Your subconscious has all the knowledge of the universe since the time you are conceived by your parents. We need to access the subconscious and tell it what we want and trust me, it'll get it to you. To reach your subconscious, you need to be relaxed or in technical terms, your mind needs to be in alpha state in which the frequency of your brain waves is 8-12 Hz. Normally, the frequency when we're actively awake, i.e. in the beta state, is 14-30 Hz. There are various relaxation techniques you can find on Internet or you can buy books too.

Once your goal has reached your subconscious, you will just have to follow your instincts and achieve your goal. To know in more detail about your subconscious mind, you can get a book, "Spring of Inspiration" by Dr. Jitendra Adhia.

Maybe, after reading this technique, you will first laugh at it, then think about believing it, then one day if and when you have everything going against you and you don't know why, you will believe it. Once you start believing and following it, you will live it. And once you start living it, you will start living. So, don't leave it for the worst moments, follow it from your best moments so that the worsts don't arrive at all.

So, to sum up, there's nothing you can't get that you want. There's a legend inside us. We too can be a Sachin, or a Mahatma or even Christ. Or maybe we already are?

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

DIRT

At the risk of sounding philosophical:
Browsing through Facebook, I came across a lot of status updates about how deceiving, dishonest, untrustworthy, etc, people are these days. All of them were coherent in their thoughts of wanting to live only for themselves from 'now on' and that they don't need anybody 'now'. They have been cheated on and their trust has been broken in some way and thus they have, most probably, jumped to conclusions about what they need to do from 'now on' or 'now'.

But what if even they have done similar stuff to someone else? What if they, you and me are all guilty of such deeds? Thinking on these lines a thought (in the form of a poem) came to my mind, which is there at the end of this post. Is there anybody who's not dirty? If yes, you can stop right here, if no, then what happens next?



dhaaga chahe jo ho
maila to har kapda hai
par dekh kripa us nadiya ki
kaise har mail ko vo pive hai

maila kahan hai ye kapda
maila to wo daag hai
jo badh jave roop iska
to wo kapda jag ko tyag hai


According to me:
No matter who the person is, everybody has been on the wrong side of the things sometime in his/her life.
But there is some universal power that cleans us of all that dirt and makes us anew.

It's not the individual that is dirty,
it's his/her deeds that are (this thought first came to Gandhiji but really, I haven't taken it from him)
but if such deeds increase beyond a limit,
it's not the deeds that are abandoned by the world, it's the person that is.

So if I feel I should live and think only for myself, then I am abandoning this world, or am I really?

Thursday, April 12, 2012

LIFE AND ENGINEERING

It was 2008, second week of July when the new batch of to be manufactured engineers arrived in VIT, but we had no idea we would actually learn and grow here. Well, not all of us learnt engineering but we all did learn a lot about people, friends and life itself. Perhaps we all can agree that no matter how exhausting and frustrating that IT assignment was in second semester, or how impossible it seemed to learn Math from Vijayaragavan in the first, we did overcome all that. We are not gonna miss our college, but the elements that made it up. Our friends, the areas of the campus and hostels and the times we spent doing what seemed bakchodi then but one of the most memorable and precious parts of our lives now.

During the orientation I was told that my classes would be held at SJT. And it turned out be some task to find it. There were no boards leading to it, nor did anybody I asked for directions knew where it was. There wasn’t even a proper road or footpath back then due to the ongoing construction. The tunnel was just a dream back then for the boys in L block. But curse and yell was all we could do and boy, we did add some new words to our vocabulary!

Then came the labs. I hated the chemistry one, but it was Physics that made me walk out of one of the lab exams with just my name on the paper. And that did teach me a lesson. No matter how badly you screw your CATs (no pun intended) a night’s study before the term-end is all it takes to a C, given that the examiner is not hammered. As for the chemistry lab, I had to take it up twice because of the irrational rule which made it compulsory to do your lab too if you failed theory. Yeah, that reminds me, VIT taught me what failure feels like. Not once or twice, but I got to learn that lesson five fucking times.

We accepted the fact that our batch has been a bunch of guinea pigs since school. We became the first batch of FFCS or which was also known as FCFS till recently when our juniors defied boundaries (literally) by sleeping in academic buildings. But enough about them. According to FFCS we couldn’t register a subject unless we study its prerequisite. And we all know this rules was never broken, neither in the third semester nor in the sixth.

But all that has passed and so have we. What didn’t kill us made us stronger. After living in Vellore, the place with only three seasons, hot, hotter and hottest, we can live anywhere in the world, take in all the tormenting and come out smiling. We don’t need an official CR to lead us, we can and have stepped up for ourselves and one of our teachers would even testify. Engineering was never our priority. No course ever is. We came together to learn to live and co-exist and now it’s gonna be hard to exist without each other, but we’re engineers, there’s no stopping us. Even lord Ram needed one of our types.

So, let’s get those cams out and also ourselves and try reliving those four years because it’s been a wonderful journey. We may have not learnt what engineering was supposed to teach us but we surely have learnt what life did.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

A STUDENT'S KRYPTONITE

I spent four years trying to understand the significance of treating students as lambs and teachers as shepherds. Well, corrupted shepherds of course. And what I understood is that there's nothing to understand. Authorities may continue to speculate modern classrooms as ancient ashrams but that doesn't change the fact that teachers today are no Valmikis or Vyass and no student is an Eklavya or an Aruni. There are exceptions of course and in such cases, the speculative student-teacher relationship need not be enforced; it builds up by itself.

It just feels wrong when a teacher repeats what the books say but behaves as if it's their own hard work of million years, by yelling and mocking students. Whatever happened to, "learning is a two way concept" and "teaching is learning twice".

A teacher's entry in a classroom has become synonymous for dozing time for me. He/she is like an agent armed with notes, mostly digital these days, an authority and the most powerful weapon, the attendance register. No matter how hard you're hit by the sleep bullet, you have to cut off your eye lids or risk being killed by shortage of attendance, a student's Kryptonite. Wouldn't it be a lot better if teachers and students were more like friends? Because c'mon, we all have that one teacher who we all know, including himself/herself, needs more tutorship than his/her students. And the true, learned teachers might become the best friends we ever had with their moral support and guidance.

If colleges really want to create intelligent and independent professionals, how about some independence from the learning stage. Sure we'll screw up but it's the screwing up today that helps you make up a "screwed-up"less future. 

Friday, February 11, 2011

OUR MOST DANGEROUS ENEMY

After 9/11 US declared Osama Bin Laden our most dangerous enemy, the enemy of man kind. And along with him were many other terrorists. Now, to some it may not bother, they might just not care about it because, 'they are not so unfortunate to get attacked by terrorists'. To some, their neighbours, relatives, landlords and others may be the most dangerous enemy of man kind and they do have their respectable reasons for thinking so.

But what really made US list Laden as the enemy of man kind? What makes us think that a particular person is evil? Sure their deeds do but wouldn't it be more helpful if we just forget what wrongs somebody does to us? We can't. It has almost become a law of nature to have a feeling of killing someone once an emotion called ANGER takes over us. It is an emotion which has ruined uncountable lives. Actually, it is the reason behind every life that has been ruined. So, it is anger that is our most dangerous enemy. 

There is something known as 'The Cycle of Anger' (yes, I just made it up). According to TCA if person A is angry with person B then there exists some person C who is angry with person A such that person B is angry with person C. There can be 'n' number of persons in the cycle and like it or not, this cycle has been existing since a long time and as long as we exist, it will too. But sure it's up to us whether or not to be a part of it. But that requires a lot of power of will because the cycle is so lucrative that even the Gods have not been able to resist it and believe me, even they have repented. On the religious side, TCA is the very creation of Satan/Kali/whoever the demon is according to your religion. We need to stay away from it for as long as possible and fortunately that is not impossible. Some great men and women deserve to get their names registered in guinness for having resisted TCA throughout their lives.

I'm not saying we should never get angry or we should try to suck out the emotion out of us, because it's not possible. Anger is an emotion just like any other. Haven't you hidden your tears in front of your friends after watching a really emotional movie? Haven't you hidden your sadness from your children? Haven't you hidden your laughter in the middle of dead silence class in college and school? Some have also hidden their love. So c'mon, hide your anger too. I have always believed that love and anger are two sides of the same coin. If you show one of them, the other gets hidden. Also, to most of us love is the strongest emotion so if we can hide love we CAN hide anger too. I can't remember a single instance when I have acted in anger and not regretted later, can you?

So, how do we go about it? How do we hide anger and prevent major damages? It's simple. SHUT UP! Yes, do not speak when you're angry unless you really have to and you're sure that what you say is completely unrelated to what made you angry. Because when you're angry the devil inside you comes out and just spoils the party (yes even if most of the parties today are more devilish). You will go on to say things you never wanted to and later, when your calm, you'll realise how hurtful words can be sometimes. Blabbering when you're angry not only boils your blood but it starts to heat others' blood too. And when that happens, Mr. Bush declares war and hangs Saddam Hussein. 

For some keeping their mouths shut may not help, in such cases just walk off making an excuse. Leaving the ambience filled with anger and hate really helps. Look for a cool and quiet place and just relax there. Punch a wall, a rock or anything that cannot feel it but never even think of doing it to ones who can. I've punched living beings a couple of times and trust me it didn't end well. Also, punching hard objects when you're angry tones up your knuckles (not that you should use them now). The laughter therapy from 'Munna Bhai MBBS' also helps.
There are a million other ways like yoga and pranayam or the easy ones like recalling a joke or a funny incidents but I understand nobody would think of yoga and pranayam in the middle of a developing plot of a murder or would like to share a joke.

Come to think of it, who are we to decide what punishment a person deserves for an offence because according to TCA, when we get angry, we become one of the three persons. I do not mean to say we should let all the criminals free but if it is us who decides what is a crime and what is not, then somewhere down the track it is us who has made criminals out of people and we all know they become criminals due to a reason. If we attempt to track that reason we WILL find anger as one of them.

So, to conclude I would say, just try being away from anger......at least till 14 of this month. 

Monday, June 28, 2010

PARENTS - THE REAL GODS

Almost every Indian must have watched the movies Baghban and Rajiv Bhatia a.k.a Akshay Kumar's 100th movie, Waqt. This article's something like those movies.

A 20 year old boy went up to a sage of high repute and said to him, "I'm tired of this mortal world, I want freedom from the circle of life. Please help me attain enlightenment and I promise I will give up all worldly distractions and take haven in the Lord's feet for He's the only one I seek." expecting a pleasant and proud smile from the sage, the young lad bowed his head and touched the Brahmin's feet.
"Then why are you running away from Him," replied the sage, "He lives right with you in your house and you have come to me seeking Him? Your old parents need you at this stage and if you support them He will come asking for you. So, don't be a fool, go back and serve your parents as they are the ones because of whom you exist."The lad was surprised and dejected. Naturally, he had to leave having learnt a BASIC lesson.

There are four reasons why parents are equivalent to God or sometimes greater than Him too:

  • God helps those, who help themselves. But parents do and will always help you no matter what you may or may not do.

  • God is the creator of all things including you. Parents are my creators and if it weren't for them, all creations of God would've been a waste for me as I wouldn't have existed to relish them.

  • You have to pray day and night rigorously to please God. It's very difficult to please Him and He has a tendency to sometimes answer our prayers a bit late when it's no longer needed. But parents are there for you whenever and wherever you need them. You don't have to do anything to please them, you don't have to fast for days or make any sacrifices and unlike God they never doubt your affection by testing you at every stage of life. Parents don't write down your faults and mistakes anywhere and then evaluate you at the end of the day. They understand that you're human and as long as you are learning from your mistakes they never bother you with your faults, so unlike God.

  • If we are all children of God, why does he have to make us and then see us suffer through our lives and then put us under the fear of whether we're going to Hell or Heaven? Why does he rejoice in killing his own children and even when he knows what is going to happen next, he sits in Heaven and just watches the old movie over and over again? If he really is so powerful why can't he destroy the evil and rid the earth of so much nuisance. Further more, why does he have to, in the first place, create demons and other evil structures? He loves it when people cry out His name in agony. He's just a selfish arrogant piece of our imagination. Does any of this hold true for the beings addressed by the first word of the article's title?
Another name for Him comes from the phrase, 'the one who forgives' but is it really true? When you see someone suffering they say he's paying the price for his/her misdeeds. But if God really forgives all the sins why not this time? Why do all things He does which we cannot comprehend have to be covered up with the blanket of the word Maya? Why can't he uncover all his mysteries and let us know about them if we really are the dearest to Him? Why does he have to disguise himself if he ever comes down to earth? What's the harm if we see him in his true avatar, don't we deserve to see our true parent?
There are hundreds of more questions which scream that God is just an imagination and His true form exists only in parents. They may not know any magic or cast any illusion upon us but they are the only ones who have sacrificed their blood for us and for those who are a staunch believers of God, all holy scriptures give account of the holiness of one's parents. Even Lord Rama used to touch His parents' feet.
The relation between a parent and the child doesn't end at any stage of life. The souls of the parents and their children are connected with a such a strong bond that it may be weakened but it's impossible to break it completely. There have been instances of people killing their parents but it's an undeniable fact that they do regret it now or will at some point in the future because nobody has the capability to love you as much as your parents do. No matter how strong a person is, his/her child(ren) are always his weakness and it's the duty of the children to be their strengths too. We shouldn't be a liability, we should be an asset.

A person can win all the wars but the war he/she fights against his own child. Akbar, one of the greatest emperor's in the history of India lost to his own son Jahangir who went on to be defeated by his son Shah Jahan and Shah Jahan in turn lost to Aurangzeb. Even in Mahabharata, Duryodhan was able to manipulate his blind father, the king of Hastinapur, at his own will. We having read and understood a lot from history should be knowing what we ought to do but that really is not the case. We tend to forget our parents once we find a good job and settle down with our families. We forget that our family is incomplete without our parents, we are incomplete with our parents and we owe our lives to them. Today, it becomes a burden for a person if he/she has to take his/her ill mother/father to a doctor everyday forgetting that his/her mother woke up the whole night when he/she was sick during childhood. A person can go on tours with his/her wife/husband and children but will never take his/her parents with him/her. We have to realise that all visits to places of pilgrimage are useless unless we learn to respect and love our parents. Then there wouldn't be any need to take up any such visit as God is residing right with us under a common roof.

So it's time we realise that our parents are priceless and no matter how much we do for them, it's never going to be enough. They are the real God we should be worshipping.
Lord Rama tells Sita at a point in Ramayana: "Obedience to parents is the greatest Dharma".

Saturday, June 26, 2010

THE GREAT TRAIN ROBBERY - MY TAKE

Just finished reading another of the great works of Late Michael Crichton, The Great Train Robbery. A gripping, amusing, enchanting and an unput down able book.

Very much known for his science-fiction writings, Mr. Crichton displays a completely different side of his right side of the brain. He is as successful in exploiting each of his characters as he is the the culture and traditions of the nineteenth century. He can literally make you smile and admire the craft of Edward Pierce, the central character, in planning, handling all the difficulties and hurdles that arise even minutes before the start of the execution of the plan and finally executing it so well that he, two of his acquaintances and the money acquired from the robbery couldn't be found till the end of the book. A serious plot which could have become quite morbid is put down in a light-hearted manner but not losing its lustre of nail-biting moments providing a gush of adrenaline rush.

Here is the summary of the novel taken from wikipedia.

Plot:
In 1854, Edward Pierce, a charismatic and affluent "cracksman" or master thief, makes plans to steal a shipment of gold worth more than twelve thousand pounds being transported monthly from London to the Crimean War front. Unfortunately, he faces enormous obstacles as the bank has taken strict precautions, including locking the gold in two heavy safes, each of which has two locks and thus requiring a total of four keys to open. He then recruits Robert Agar, a "screwsman" or specialist in copying keys, as an accomplice.

To ensure the success of his bold plan, Pierce spends more than a year in preparation as well as dealing with various unexpected developments; his first steps are fairly easy as he uses his wealth and social contacts to procure information on the security measures and locations of the keys: the bank's executives Mr. Henry Fowler and Mr. Edgar Trent each have a key in their possession while the other two are locked in a cabinet at the offices of the South Eastern Railway at the London Bridge train station. Much of the action during the story develops simultaneously although told in different order.

Pierce's first target is the key held by Edgar Trent. The attempt to take Mr. Trent's key is difficult as the man is a total stranger and Pierce has no clues or prior information on his habits. Through painstaking surveillance, conversations with bank employees and a deliberately bungled pickpocketing attempt, Pierce deduces that Mr. Trent's key is kept at his mansion but is still unable to learn the exact location. Finally, after learning that Trent is keen on ratting (a blood sport involving the betting on dogs killing rats), Pierce succeeds in becoming acquainted with the man and visiting the Trent mansion feigns romantic interest in Elizabeth Trent, Mr. Trent's twenty-nine year old daughter who has had few suitors. Edward then begins to court Elizabeth and manages to learn that the key is most likely located in the house's basement wine cellar. With the assistance of his mistress Miriam and cab driver Barlow, Pierce and Agar successfully break into Mr. Trent's home at night and make a wax copy of the key after much painstaking searching.

Henry Fowler develops syphilis and, being unwilling to seek medical attention out of embarrassment, decides to seek a remedy through sleeping with a virgin (similar to superstitions about HIV) and asks Pierce for assistance. After charging Fowler an exorbitant price of one hundred guineas for a night of pleasure with a twelve year old (twelve being the legal age of consent), Pierce and Agar take advantage of the opportunity to make a copy of Fowler's key (which he always carried with him around his neck but took off left on the bedside table during the assignation).

The most difficult keys to copy are the two keys at the train station which Pierce plans to procure and copy by night; the presence of "crushers" (policeman) forces him to recruit a "snakesman" (burglar able to slip inside buildings through small and cramped spaces) nicknamed Clean Willy who is currently incarcerated in the high security Newgate Prison. He sends a message through Willy's former mistress and assists him in escaping from Newgate while the public is distracted by an execution. After nursing Willy back to health from injuries received during the escape, the criminals succeed in making wax copies of the two keys at the railway station, completing the task with only seconds to spare before detection.

Now possessing all four copies of the necessary keys, Pierce loses no time in bribing Burgess, the poorly paid guard on the train who rides in the baggage van containing the safes. Agar is then able to perform a dry run of the theft on February 17, 1855, making sure that the copied keys work perfectly.

Everything appears to be moving along smoothly (despite some minor setbacks that cause delays) and the actual theft is planned for May 22nd when the would-be thieves find themselves seriously compromised: Clean Willy turns informant to the police (presumably, although the book does not specify the reason, as a result of being picked up for an unknown crime). Luckily Pierce manages to have Willy murdered before he could reveal the most crucial information, although their plans are now greatly compromised by law enforcement agents who correctly fear that a major robbery is at hand. Through careful manipulation of a "nose" (informant), the criminals manage to divert the police's attention to an alleged robbery in Greenwich, leaving them free and clear to finally strike.

On the eve of the Great Train Robbery, another unexpected development occurs as a new railway policy requires the train doors to be locked from the outside. Unwilling to further delay their plans, Pierce manages to smuggle Agar into the baggage van (in spite of new security precautions) inside a coffin and then risks his life by climbing across the roof of the train during their journey and unlocking the door from the outside, thus allowing them to drop off the gold at a pre-arranged point. By the next day, much of England is in an uproar upon the discovery of the robbery with every organization involved in the gold shipment blaming each other, and there are few leads towards the true culprits who have largely vanished from the public eye.
Although their daring exploits appear to have succeeded, Pierce, Agar and Burgess are ultimately apprehended after Agar's mistress, who has been arrested for robbing a drunk, becomes a police informant to escape imprisonment and Agar confesses after being threatened with transportation to Australia by Scotland Yard official Edward Harranby. Pierce and Burgess are arrested at a prize-fighting event in Manchester, and at the conclusion of the book all three are convicted. Pierce is sentenced to a long prison term but successfully manages to escape while being transported from the court and disappears, though reports indicate he, Miriam and Barlow spend much of the rest of their lives living in luxury at various foreign cities such as New York and Paris. The train guard Burgess dies of cholera during his short prison term while Agar is indeed transported to Australia but actually manages to prosper and pass away a wealthy man. Edgar Trent dies from a chest ailment in 1857, while Henry Fowler dies from "unknown causes" (presumably from the syphilis he had contracted) in 1858. The gold from the Great Train Robbery is never recovered.


Characters:
Edward Pierce: A professional burglar who poses as a gentleman amongst his upper class acquaintances in Victorian England. Pierce is arguably one of the most mysterious characters found in Crichton's works as almost nothing is known about his background; indeed even his name is likely false as others also refer to him as "John Simms" along with other titles. Nonetheless, his actions and thoughts in the book consistently demonstrate a sharp intelligence and broad knowledge which far outstrips that of his fellow criminals; perhaps his greatest asset is an ability to easily navigate through both the British underworld and the aristocracy. Throughout the planning and the execution of the Great Train Robbery, Pierce is always cautious, never truly trusting anyone--this caution is eventually justified as it is Agar, his closest accomplice who finally sells him out.
Robert Agar: A twenty six year old screwsman (criminal who is skilled with copying keys and picking locks) at the beginning of the novel, Agar is pivotal to the eventual success of the Great Train Robbery, though he is also largely responsible for the culprits' eventual capture. He is apparently very well acquainted with many criminals and helped Pierce identify many persons of interest including the informant Chokee Bill as well as the snakesman Clean Willy. Though he became a police informant at the end of the book in hopes of avoiding transportation to Australia, the judge sends him there anyway and he dies a wealthy man. Ironically, Michael Crichton depicts Robert Agar as Pierce's lackey with limited intelligence though his real life counterpart actually masterminded much of the robbery and got away with minor punishments.
Clean Willy: Generally acknowledged to be the best snakesman available in London although his skills were apparently inadequate to prevent arrest and incarceration (which occurred at least twice before and during the story). Edward Pierce went to great expense to help Willy escape imprisonment at a high security prison for the sole purpose of enlisting the snakesman's aid in the train robbery. After successfully completing his tasks, Willy is paid off by Pierce and disappears for some time from the narrative before resurfacing as a police informant, almost jeopardizing the entire scheme. Ultimately he is garroted by Barlow in a boardinghouse.
Barlow: A violent thug and murderer who served Edward Pierce loyally as a cabby although his services were also employed for other purposes such as the death of Clean Willy. He and Ms. Miriam managed to elude capture by the authorities, eventually rescuing him from the authorities before the trio completely disappeared.
Ms. Miriam: Edward Pierce's mistress who is generally regarded as highly attractive by other characters in the book. She is also a talented actress and plays rather brief though important roles in the execution of the train robbery such as pretending Agar was her dead brother and distracting Mr. Fowler while Pierce unlocked the cargo train. In many ways, she and Pierce are very similar and well suited for each other: both are resourceful and possess the ability to mix with men and women of all classes.


Historical Deviations:
The story is a fictionalized representation of the historical events that happened, although the setting can be considered quite accurate. The character names are mixed up in the novel, for example, the main protagonist William Pierce is changed to Edward Pierce, and Edward Agar to Robert Agar.


Make sure you read the book on a Friday or Saturday night, you don't want to be sleeping at work the next day, do you?!!