She was looking straight into my eyes, motionless and wordless. The dark face, though surprisingly calm and beautiful, the tiny body naked except for the worn out small skirt, the swinging hands more like a pendulum as if the body is too weak to carry them. The hairs scattered and untidy, brown and uncombed, dry and unoiled, dead and dusty. She stood there with the distended belly emerging out of the small torso, encrusted nose. The face carried mark from all over the time speaking of their own saga. One she might have got collecting plastic in the garbage bin. The other below the right eye she might have got while running to avoid the barking mad dog. The encrusted wounds she might have got a thousand times. But she stood there with a faint smile. The marks speaks of her suffering and undefined and uncared pain. But she stands their with an innocence still intact, dreams still preserved and the unseen hope. She is too small to understand the politics of living world but surely she understands the morning sun, the evening moon and the chilly wind. may be thats why she still stands there looking straight into the eyes, with the anticipation she is ceased of.
P.S. Yesterday while returning home from office took a stop in a store to buy a Pulpy Orange beverage drink. And I found her standing near a drain and looking at me. I was confounded and and I confusingly but with conviction gave her the pulpy orange, reluctantly she accepted and stayed still looking at me. :)
Truly
Abinash
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
मौत आती है पर नहीं आती
कोई उम्मीद बर नहीं आती
कोई सूरत नज़र नहीं आती
मौत का एक दिन मु`अय्यन है
नींद क्यूं रात भर नहीं आती
क्यूं न चीख़ूं कि याद कर्ते हैं
मिरी आवाज़ गर नहीं आती
हम वहां हैं जहां से हम को भी
कुछ हमारी ख़बर नहीं आती
मर्ते हैं आर्ज़ू में मर्ने की
मौत आती है पर नहीं आती
क`बे किस मुंह से जाओगे ग़ालिब
शर्म तुम को मगर नहीं आती
* Courtesy The Legendary Mirza Galib
कोई सूरत नज़र नहीं आती
मौत का एक दिन मु`अय्यन है
नींद क्यूं रात भर नहीं आती
क्यूं न चीख़ूं कि याद कर्ते हैं
मिरी आवाज़ गर नहीं आती
हम वहां हैं जहां से हम को भी
कुछ हमारी ख़बर नहीं आती
मर्ते हैं आर्ज़ू में मर्ने की
मौत आती है पर नहीं आती
क`बे किस मुंह से जाओगे ग़ालिब
शर्म तुम को मगर नहीं आती
* Courtesy The Legendary Mirza Galib
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Frustration's medicine - Marriage
Yesterday I met one of my friends (not exactly more of an acquaintance than a friend). Quite surprisingly she was excited to see me! After exchanging formal greetings I happened to ask so whats new? "When are to getting married?". "In june." :P I was taken a back. I just asked that as I didnt have have anything else to ask. Now she says she is really getting married. I banged on the target all by chance. I said so "you got the perfect man, eh?" "I don't know" she responded. Its an arrange marriage. I was surprised again. she used to be the one who scorns arrange marriage and a devotee of so called love marriage. Now its she before me proclaiming her marriage in an arranged manner. I said "but you never wanted to get a guy "arranged" for you?" Yeah but you see its the perfect age to get married and you should. But does there a perfect age for something? I mean its about the guy you gonna spend the rest of your life(at least supposed to) and how come you can decide on something so important on the sheer basis of age? "Its the time a girl must get married." My thought its not the right time you are talking about getting married you are talking about girl. You are really really pissed off being single and not getting the TDH, guy with attitude. Its that you are now restless with the inner desire to lose the tag of virginity. You want to sleep with a man ain't u.I told her "is it that you are really want to get married just that you feel its the age?" She was uncomfortable with question and the friendly disposition changed instantly. That revealed it all. Its not the age its the desire. Its no more like, I am want to have sex as I am married. Its like I want to be married as I want to have sex. Even I want to sleep with a girl but just that I have not put it so high on my list of priority and desires, so am not desperate to get married just to sleep and no more be single and frustrated
I am He
The sun was fading-in paving way for the half lit moon. The whole world seemed to be dying in with the dying sun.
The moon was taking over sun and the darkness over light. The wind too changed the direction so as the birds. I was standing on the edge of the day where it was not going to end but begin the next morning. Arms spread out to embrace the scent that the soothing wind would bring with it. Like a man who know himself I stood there with the definite indifference, unprecedented. And then I asked "Who am I". And I got the reassuring answer "I am Him". Looking directly the moons and the millions of sparkling stars into the eyes, I could realize my nonexistence. Gravity seems to be broken and with it the fear of falling, falling of weight, falling with time, falling in life. The whole world was a theme, a beautiful theme conspiring against and for you. There was a feeling never before, there was a desire never desired, there was a sense never felt. There was me, and I was possessed by myself. I am He.
Truly
Abinash
The moon was taking over sun and the darkness over light. The wind too changed the direction so as the birds. I was standing on the edge of the day where it was not going to end but begin the next morning. Arms spread out to embrace the scent that the soothing wind would bring with it. Like a man who know himself I stood there with the definite indifference, unprecedented. And then I asked "Who am I". And I got the reassuring answer "I am Him". Looking directly the moons and the millions of sparkling stars into the eyes, I could realize my nonexistence. Gravity seems to be broken and with it the fear of falling, falling of weight, falling with time, falling in life. The whole world was a theme, a beautiful theme conspiring against and for you. There was a feeling never before, there was a desire never desired, there was a sense never felt. There was me, and I was possessed by myself. I am He.
Truly
Abinash
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
The difference
It was raining outside, each drop falling with a
resonating sound, creating the immortal smell of
soil. The drops would fall and spread as dancing
ripples. The whole flow was predefined and
beautiful beyond consciousness.
Standing on the edge of porch all my thoughts
could assimilate is the memory of a similar
evening, a evening which had one exception to it.
I was not alone. Her presence made all the
ambiance and the horizon more convincing, more
desirable and I embraced them all. The whole new
feeling was blessed with her mesmerizing smell,
the sharp touch and the glittering beauty.
The whole new world seemed to be recreated at the
marvelous stroke of the artist who created.
The whole theme of life was revived with the thought of her presence. Thats the only difference between the rainy evening then and now. Thats the only difference.
Truly
Abinash
resonating sound, creating the immortal smell of
soil. The drops would fall and spread as dancing
ripples. The whole flow was predefined and
beautiful beyond consciousness.
Standing on the edge of porch all my thoughts
could assimilate is the memory of a similar
evening, a evening which had one exception to it.
I was not alone. Her presence made all the
ambiance and the horizon more convincing, more
desirable and I embraced them all. The whole new
feeling was blessed with her mesmerizing smell,
the sharp touch and the glittering beauty.
The whole new world seemed to be recreated at the
marvelous stroke of the artist who created.
The whole theme of life was revived with the thought of her presence. Thats the only difference between the rainy evening then and now. Thats the only difference.
Truly
Abinash
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
A philosophy for life
Life should be lived looking forward and not back ward they say. But how do one looks forward? I learned it may be the way to anticipate goal and achievements for yourself and live by the sheer joy and hope that some day you will achieve them. Some day for sure. This philosophy of living is rather filled with illusions still one can suffer the transient happiness. subtly you deceive yourself in a way that it becomes all most an addiction. A crazy obsession that thrives with the time. You try to get solace with this preoccupied confounded brain which knows nothing but few of these unrealistic still widely claimed futuristic materialistic possessions. They soon become the guiding rule for the life and you are drifted towards the agony of behemoth ignorance. This deflection of self away from self is what they call as life.
But when u start to take retrospective approach of philosophy of living. You may suffer a transient discordance of brain and heart, but it will lead you closer to a path which can be traversed by none other than your self. The past sins and the achievement will enlighten your present and not future in contrast with the futuristic approach of life. But then its the present thats alive for past is dead and future is not born yet. The suffering comes when we consume the present to produce the future - which is undefined. We afford to loose the present and forget the time bygone to be in the fake euphoria and not ecstasy. A true happiness can be achieved when we look back at past and realize the present and never care about the future. Just being assured that your present action is righteous and filled with satisfaction future will draw itself automatically in the flow. after all they are all related with cosmic logic. Like the future direction of any object is defined by the direction of force you apply on it at the present.
Its all blissful man can have for himself a retrospective approach for life.
Truly
Abinash
But when u start to take retrospective approach of philosophy of living. You may suffer a transient discordance of brain and heart, but it will lead you closer to a path which can be traversed by none other than your self. The past sins and the achievement will enlighten your present and not future in contrast with the futuristic approach of life. But then its the present thats alive for past is dead and future is not born yet. The suffering comes when we consume the present to produce the future - which is undefined. We afford to loose the present and forget the time bygone to be in the fake euphoria and not ecstasy. A true happiness can be achieved when we look back at past and realize the present and never care about the future. Just being assured that your present action is righteous and filled with satisfaction future will draw itself automatically in the flow. after all they are all related with cosmic logic. Like the future direction of any object is defined by the direction of force you apply on it at the present.
Its all blissful man can have for himself a retrospective approach for life.
Truly
Abinash
Saturday, April 12, 2008
See the new snaps
all the beautiful readers in there please redirect yourself to our photo blog (Here) . New photos have been added and may you like it. :) Do give me comments.
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Truly
Abinash
http://www.lifesnaped.blogdpot.com
Truly
Abinash
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Beautiful illusion
Traveling to places and exploring their significance has its own charm. But for me people are rather more important than the place itself of course with few exceptions though. I had been to hyderabad so many times. But never did I visit any places, that seemingly glorify Hyderabad. Its always the guy my best friend, its an offense if I would say my best friend. He is a part of me. I find solace with him. Its just his company that I can travel to Hyderabad every day. Life is simple for us, we understand life is an illusion but we can always and we do make this illusion as beautiful as possible. For we have to stand this illusion till we die, no mater when. He is an extraordinary guy I would say. Indifferent, tolerant beyond what god has granted for human, an soothing soul and a pleasant disposition.
It was when the train whistled I realized its time to board the train. I went in and stayed back at the door. He was looking back at me with a calmness that would make you re-think your own perception of life. The iron wheels would roll with the command of their master and the train moves, with the moving wagon moves few illustrious body as mine, moving away from a pleasing illusion to another. But he holds on to the side bar and keeps his vision intact till the last glimpse can be consumed. I would look at him from the forwarding (or back warding) iron monster till I could afford to with out being played out. But its not the departure that keeps me thinking. Its the cognizance that I am ignorant of the fact, the fact that keeps man driving. why god makes some illusions so beautiful? Why at all? And I would keep on recreating the motions like a child fantasizing about a movie and customizing it with his own imagery. But then I learn the light lies there. The illusion's truth is there in being seeking happiness for the sake of life, for the sake of truth. And the illusion is blessed with people like him for may be I have been doing good with god. Thanks for his presence in my life. Thanks to god.
It was when the train whistled I realized its time to board the train. I went in and stayed back at the door. He was looking back at me with a calmness that would make you re-think your own perception of life. The iron wheels would roll with the command of their master and the train moves, with the moving wagon moves few illustrious body as mine, moving away from a pleasing illusion to another. But he holds on to the side bar and keeps his vision intact till the last glimpse can be consumed. I would look at him from the forwarding (or back warding) iron monster till I could afford to with out being played out. But its not the departure that keeps me thinking. Its the cognizance that I am ignorant of the fact, the fact that keeps man driving. why god makes some illusions so beautiful? Why at all? And I would keep on recreating the motions like a child fantasizing about a movie and customizing it with his own imagery. But then I learn the light lies there. The illusion's truth is there in being seeking happiness for the sake of life, for the sake of truth. And the illusion is blessed with people like him for may be I have been doing good with god. Thanks for his presence in my life. Thanks to god.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Never knew it can even be Love
Love.
Never thought even Love can be a sentence, a complete sentence. A word full of life, energy, dreams and of course love. Never believed even love can be self descriptive, a complete wordless communication. A word of pleasure, present, heart and soul.
Never realized even love can be so divine. A word of worship, devotion, commitment and realization. Thats love, thats easy.
Though I have not yet been fortunate to experience it still can imagine it to be like this.
:)A smiling smiley.
Truly
Abinash
Never thought even Love can be a sentence, a complete sentence. A word full of life, energy, dreams and of course love. Never believed even love can be self descriptive, a complete wordless communication. A word of pleasure, present, heart and soul.
Never realized even love can be so divine. A word of worship, devotion, commitment and realization. Thats love, thats easy.
Though I have not yet been fortunate to experience it still can imagine it to be like this.
:)A smiling smiley.
Truly
Abinash
A Request! :P
Hey hey .... its kinda weird but shamelessly I am jotting it down. When I reread(sometimes) my posts. I find few grammatical errors and few typo errors. Believe me.... I seldom have enough time to correct them completely. Though I rectify few hastily. So do forgive me for that.
:) A smiling smiley.
Truly
Abinash
:) A smiling smiley.
Truly
Abinash
A letter to and from....
I don't know why I want so desperately to publish this personal letter I had written to my best teach way back in 2003. It was when he was leaving my college and may be the last time we would meet in coming few years. I brief account of the letter and it's reply I will put in here.... readers please bear with me. :)
Dear Sir,
Quite strange though true, man invented alphabets and language, language is more likely to be used. Language for expressions. But strangely enough I dare to differ from the whole purpose and unable to express me through words of language and would like to take this written way of alphabets, forgive me for that.
Few feeling are better expressed through the symbols, few are better expressed unspoken, may be its of that sort. It didn't take your extra attention or favoritism for you to become my best. Its the discovery of truth that I found in you, its the charismatic disposition you always pursue, its the involuntary affection spread by you. The learning you never taught but induced in us through the philosophy of "self build man". Your philosophy of teaching will remain an infinite source of inspiration for the rest of my life. Its a salute from a student to the teacher who never taught by words but by self created examples. The place will be graced where you will serve the fundamental rule of humanity in creating more "selfs".
I dont know when we are going to stand before each other but I can assure you, the next time we will stand you will find me standing up to your vision, my vision.
A good bye to an extra ordinary teacher from an ordinary student.
Truly
Abinash
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The reply:
Dear Abinash,
Love. Yeah there are feeling can't expressed through words but letters. It was great to read the letter, I was enriched with satisfaction. Certainly I hope and believe the next time we stand before each other you would be taller enough than me not in height but in achievement that I have to look up with pride to reach for a glimpse of you. Time is ever changing and hence life for life is a slave of time. But few good man out there can outlaw this rule and propel them selves into victory not just win, like these change never brought them adversity ever. Welcome difficulties in your way and be sure that in these difficulties you will become the man you will be for whole life. Pave yourself upon them for building the road of your choice. I know you can always make the best man. And I will be the most glad man to see you redefining the eights, which you will. Do write to me, have faith in god, have faith in your dreams and mostly have faith in yourself. Be the man you always want to be.
Keeping it here. be in touch, better through letters.
With lots of love and wishes
Sir.
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It has been five years since this communication occurred. Still something is in it that drives me. May be its the passion he instilled in me to be a self man man always. To be a man I always want to. To dare beyond the fear. To build a "self" in me.
Truly
Abinash
Dear Sir,
Quite strange though true, man invented alphabets and language, language is more likely to be used. Language for expressions. But strangely enough I dare to differ from the whole purpose and unable to express me through words of language and would like to take this written way of alphabets, forgive me for that.
Few feeling are better expressed through the symbols, few are better expressed unspoken, may be its of that sort. It didn't take your extra attention or favoritism for you to become my best. Its the discovery of truth that I found in you, its the charismatic disposition you always pursue, its the involuntary affection spread by you. The learning you never taught but induced in us through the philosophy of "self build man". Your philosophy of teaching will remain an infinite source of inspiration for the rest of my life. Its a salute from a student to the teacher who never taught by words but by self created examples. The place will be graced where you will serve the fundamental rule of humanity in creating more "selfs".
I dont know when we are going to stand before each other but I can assure you, the next time we will stand you will find me standing up to your vision, my vision.
A good bye to an extra ordinary teacher from an ordinary student.
Truly
Abinash
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The reply:
Dear Abinash,
Love. Yeah there are feeling can't expressed through words but letters. It was great to read the letter, I was enriched with satisfaction. Certainly I hope and believe the next time we stand before each other you would be taller enough than me not in height but in achievement that I have to look up with pride to reach for a glimpse of you. Time is ever changing and hence life for life is a slave of time. But few good man out there can outlaw this rule and propel them selves into victory not just win, like these change never brought them adversity ever. Welcome difficulties in your way and be sure that in these difficulties you will become the man you will be for whole life. Pave yourself upon them for building the road of your choice. I know you can always make the best man. And I will be the most glad man to see you redefining the eights, which you will. Do write to me, have faith in god, have faith in your dreams and mostly have faith in yourself. Be the man you always want to be.
Keeping it here. be in touch, better through letters.
With lots of love and wishes
Sir.
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It has been five years since this communication occurred. Still something is in it that drives me. May be its the passion he instilled in me to be a self man man always. To be a man I always want to. To dare beyond the fear. To build a "self" in me.
Truly
Abinash
Monday, March 31, 2008
Of courage, Of values....
Even this is a pretty older article written in 2004 fall. Still I feel it deserves a publication, so posting it in here. These two guys Late Captain Vikram Batra and Late Captain Manoj Pande have been in top order of my favorite men. Its dedicated to the valor and gallantry shown by them.
It was May 1999, when a sleeping India rose to a threat, Kargil war. It has been a land mark in Indian history, not because of victory but for the gallantry of the youth. How people sacrificed their life with out a second thought. Its not because they laid their lives for the nation, its because they had respect for themselves, they had purpose of their life, they had a code of living by honor. Here goes the story of two greatest heroes and leaders Vikram Batra and Manoj Pande.
Vikram Batra:
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"If death strikes me before I prove my blood, I swear I will kill death." - Capt. Vikram batra.
What do you call a man who opted out of a smooth, wealthy career of merchant navy and joins the Army, Indian Military Academy? This man, Vikram Batra did so. He commissioned as a Lieutenant and joined army. Soon he was called for the service in the highest order of the Army tradition. To lead his men into the battle, a know combat where chances of winning were slim. But slim chances are not firm enough to alter determination. He shored high on success showing never before leadership and courage. The lead his men not by words but by example and values. He captured one peak after another not shacked by the injuries or the turbulent stream of bullets. Glory was waiting for him, his lavish future was waiting for him. But something was more important for the man then the glory offered by people, he had a big life not in age but in quality. One second of quality life is greater than a million years of age. In a daredevil act to rescue a fellow officer who was already fatally injured, despite his fellow men's deterring him, he clinched though the rocks, the heights towards the enemy bunker, and then he took his leap into the air to reach the wounded
officer. He was hit when in mid air, he was hit in the chest. But a bullet running at supersonic, may tear his body not his faith, courage and determinations. He pulled the officer back and before finally breathing his last, he destroyed the enemy bunker with a grenade.Inspired by this act the platoon quickly invaded other bunkers and conquered them all. This is called valor, this is called "Guts". And this is called "self respect", to fulfill your own decision, to live by own code. He was awarded PVC for his valor and became the face of Kargil war. The legend. A story of a legend.
I owe a lot to this man. A real man.
A salute to you.
Manoj Pande:
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"Some goals are so worth, its glorious even to fail" - Lt. manoj Pande
"To be safe in war you must be with the bravest" This is why people choose Gorkha regiment. And the people who have got this name for the regiment are the likes of Lt. Manoj Pande. A young officer who created history by showing extraordinary leadership and courage. The commitment was unmatched, the courage was unmatched. H elead the 1/11 GR to the Tololing peak. He conquered many peaks which other regiments have already failed. Fighting on a slanted slope of a mountain at a height of 17000Ft. when you are at the receiving end is next to impossible. But this men lead his company to following the spirit of self motivation to the pinnacle of victory where the same would have been only a theoretical concept. But he excelled, he cleared one bunker after another. He cleared one peak after another. He paved the way of victory for operation Vijay. He single handedly killed 4 people in hand to hand combat and cleared a bunker. Moving on to another he never cared for his life not even bothered how far he has moved away from his platoon, not fearing the unknown number of enemy, he moved alone way ahead of his men. Unfortunately while killing and clearing single handedly he came across a LMG, and got hit at head. But this daredevil act ignited this men. The men who loved their leader the people got inspired with his extraordinary showcase of courage. The men chased the enemy with Khukri and killed each of them. This man is Lt. manoj Pande. A man who redefined courage, a man who rewrote the way wars were ever fought. Hats off to him. You remain one of my heroes. Salute to you.
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This is the highest example of a life of self respect, of ego and of courage. Courage is an attribute of self respect. Man is a man when his self is a "self".
Truly
Abinash
Living free somewhere
I had written it long back. Posted it today :)
So may not be upto the standard still, I thought it deserves a publication.
Don't search for me here,
I have abandoned this place.
Don't look for me in your memory,
I live there no more.
I have divorced life, I have cheated death,
Love for me no more, I am free somewhere.
Longing to be loved, seen and admired
I quited this earth to pursue my desire.
Its no heaven here, nor its any hell,
I don't know what makes them different
But yeah it has innocent wind, shining days and starry nights.
Yeah, the gods don't stay here, I live alone,
with my dreams pursued, life cherished and a sedated soul.
My soul laughs at me, laughs also my shadow,
But who cares them, I am living free somewhere.
Truly
Abinash
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Fighting a loosing battle
I am not what I seem.
I am nothing but a dream.
I have changed awfully. I loosing on my courage. There was a time I used to be dangerously courageous. I would be afraid of nothing, no death could frighten me. I have changed and the only thing I am worried and I am sad about is I am loosing on my courage. I am afraid at time. I am growing lazy, that comes 2nd worry. I at times imitate others thats the 3rd worry. But still.... its good I have realized the problem early (or may be late) so that I can work on them. Wish me luck, wish me the grace of God.
Truly
Abinash
I am nothing but a dream.
I have changed awfully. I loosing on my courage. There was a time I used to be dangerously courageous. I would be afraid of nothing, no death could frighten me. I have changed and the only thing I am worried and I am sad about is I am loosing on my courage. I am afraid at time. I am growing lazy, that comes 2nd worry. I at times imitate others thats the 3rd worry. But still.... its good I have realized the problem early (or may be late) so that I can work on them. Wish me luck, wish me the grace of God.
Truly
Abinash
Thursday, March 27, 2008
I just love
I slept early, I woke up early and reached early. I was looking for her. Walking to and fro I was making strange gestures. Just wondering she would come. The rosy smile, the glittering eyes, the glowing face, the chilly 'hi', the cute glance, the flowery dress all are my morning assets. They all mean whole lot of things for me.
But she would never give any of these to me. But I can steal them from her. I love these all. I just love.
Truly
Abinash
But she would never give any of these to me. But I can steal them from her. I love these all. I just love.
Truly
Abinash
My needs and wants :)
What all I need now at 21:13Hours of the day?
I need a decent supper
I need a bottle of water
I need continuous power supply
I need my mobile
I need the book (To kill a mocking bird)(French phrases)
I need my bed
What I want this month:
I want an SLR camera
I want a support stand for my laptop
I want a new jeans
I want to have Italian food at Italiano
I want to have a girl friend
Truly
Abinash
I need a decent supper
I need a bottle of water
I need continuous power supply
I need my mobile
I need the book (To kill a mocking bird)(French phrases)
I need my bed
What I want this month:
I want an SLR camera
I want a support stand for my laptop
I want a new jeans
I want to have Italian food at Italiano
I want to have a girl friend
Truly
Abinash
On the porch of Life
Sitting on the porch of life, looking across it all the way back till the last moment I can remember what I think? I found I have grown into myself only half and the other half into something that I never wanted to. Life has turned out to be something else far more different than what it was supposed to be? One thought comes rushing to me for rescue. I gain my consciousness to console myself, I have enough time for restructuring everything, life, style, myself, even my death to the way I want. a faint smile runs across my face, I take my face away from me with a sigh of satisfaction, more like a thirsty man in desert drinking in an oasis breathlessly. The heartbeat slows down to normal and the fingers stop trembling. I stand up off the porch, all most in slow motion I take the first step forward with courage and hope revived. I move in the direction of the remote light, the only light I can see, the light of life.
Truly
Abinash
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
I was listening to the music of Omakara based on Shakespeare’s Othello after a long time. The title song used to be my caller tune sometime. I always loved the music, the direction and mostly the lyrics. The lyrics speaks of ego, a clash of ego. Vishal Bhardwaj at his best. He has always appeared in my favorite directors and now I feel I must include him among my favorite music directors too. Some strange feeling evoked in me. I just danced to the music like mad and I just wanted the song again to be my caller tune. What I love the best is the depiction of ego in poetic form with correct analogy. Do listen to the song. The title song of Omkara.
Till then Omkara!!
Truly
Abinash
Saturday, March 22, 2008
A begging appeal
The way she was walking caught my attention. Beautiful glowing skin, careless glances, untidy Grey and black hair looking like silver nylon is dancing to the rhythm of wind. The way she would hold the saree and the way she would take cautious steps jumping over the mud. The smooth voice pronouncing each latter clearly, in a way it rhymes. The eyes filled with expectation when falls on you with the voice of hers in my ear, I respond involuntarily. A sense runs through my body and I feel the unique feeling. Running towards her I pull out my wallet and hand over a two rupees coin. Yes am talking about the bagger I see everyday on my way to office.
Truly
Abinash
Truly
Abinash
Thursday, March 20, 2008
In love again
Its not easy. You can't hide your disposition. You struggle with own words and thoughts. Fighting all the time, and wondering all the time for a glimpse. Quizzing yourself you find nothing. You want solitude, you want perpetuation of the "now" version of time. You discover you are in love (again?). You smile at yourself and you move on. But at some neat thought you are in love. The craziness is apparent in your action. The desperation eyes. The blushing glow and the admiration in breath.
Go man go. You are in love again!
Truly
Abinash
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
What's on your bed?
Well today I entered my room and this very thought struck me. My bed was occupied by all the things which are not supposed to be on it! So I wondered what all things might be on people's bed? So just thought of putting a list of the things I keep on my bed involuntarily.
Blanket, Laptop
Headphone, Mobile
A water bottle, Jeans/shirt
Dictionary, Ongoing book(s)
Print outs, Hanumaan Chalisha
Hanger(s), pen
a copy, Amrutanjan strong
DVD(s) and a little space for my accommodation. [:)]
So whats things you find on your bed?
truly
Abinash
Blanket, Laptop
Headphone, Mobile
A water bottle, Jeans/shirt
Dictionary, Ongoing book(s)
Print outs, Hanumaan Chalisha
Hanger(s), pen
a copy, Amrutanjan strong
DVD(s) and a little space for my accommodation. [:)]
So whats things you find on your bed?
truly
Abinash
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Memory of a day in my village
Its five in the morning and the whole village is lightened up by the milky white light of the dawn. The rhythmic sound of birds and the silent noise of the river all come to your ear slowly getting louder with every passing seconds as you wearily open your eyes and sense the chill. You wonder is it really summer? You smile at yourself and make yourself cozy under the blanket for few more minutes but the struggle between the laziness and the enthusiasm to explore the morning is finally taken over by the later. You quickly wake up. Rush to wake up your siblings, cousins, sometimes friends.
You have your own plans for the morning. Now its 5:30 the cow boy is guiding the cow herd with that dusty wind you don't close your face you take a deep breath as if the dust in the wind is panacea. This can happen only here. All the gang moves to finish up brushing and cleaning. What next is it food, no something else is yet more important, lets run! run to the field all along side the river. The sun has not yet come out. But you are running down the lane restlessly as if the day will die the next moment. The chill of AC is defeated, the clarity of Dolby Digital sound is defeated, the the whole era is defeated by this small pack of scattered things in the hour. You love each second. Running around, chasing the snakes, picking the snails. The stint halts on the river, you jump in and follow the classical strategies, what? Lets catch fish! You prepare your own temporary yet contemporary reservoir for the fishes. This optimism is obvious. The fishing session is done time to get home. Walk all the way discussing the day plan. Disclosing the fantasies as facts. Telling stories as history! Making ghost the primary resident of any randomly picked old looking tree. "Uss pipal ke pedh mein bhoot hai. Use
kilon se bandha gaya hai... " Life never stops and imaginations take shape. Go home have fresh diary milk, have fresh steaming break fast! Rush again. Its time for gadgets. after all you have to prepare dhanush to fight snakes. with the giggles and zig the dusk come in. It steps in when you are still struggling under the "Aam ka pedh or jaamun ka pedh" You get few and you are more than happy! Ecstatic you return back staring at the swift and agile movement of the cow boy guiding the herd back. The light from "Saanj dia and sound from puja ghanti" resonates from all the souring. You tell the prayers with the gang, brothers friends sitting on the porch of the temple you wonder is there any secrete behind this temple. Its always a weird feeling everything in a village seems to carry a story with it. Solving the dilemma you give direction to thoughts, its time you go to grand father, "Ghost stories" the most demanded at that time. You sleep on the porch snugged to each other no sooner the story finishes. A jerk and a sound wakes you up. The supper is ready. Its you all favorite. Thats favorite not more because you really like it but because you only get then when you come here. A day has passed. First time you realize a days passes at light speed. You sleep on the bed just desperately waiting for the next dawn. Oh sun why go down even today? Every day you set off. Can't you just wait for a single day giving some more time to run under you heat, to be breathless, sweat running down my cheek all the day long? The scent of aam bagan, the speed of snakes, the sound of birds and those old three I get courage to go only when you are there on top. Oh sun ca't you just wait! and you sleep. The next morning comes and goes.
All remains with you for the eternal time is the scent of soil, the care free runs, the never ending fun, the soothing wind, the cow shed, the dog running after you, the life that used to be blue! All remains is the memory and the satisfactory sigh you breath out!
And you end up writing all these like I am doing in a 2nd floor apartment of a cosmopolitan city on the bed cursing the laptop and avoiding the snoozes. Hello! Get back!
Truly
Abinash
Monday, March 17, 2008
Rupee rises on Dollar: Something to be Happy!!!
Today one of my friend called me inquiring about the industry situation. He sounded worried. I asked whats the matter just to find he is worried about the lay off. Companies are in a spree of making employees redundant. But two questions Why? and Whom?.
Why?
The hyped Rupee appreciation against dollar has got the top executives off their seats leaving an weary feeling in them. Every one the industry critics, analysts and the laborers restlessly predicting the future scenario. But does it worth all? All these obsession and hype? I guess no. The rupee has been on its constant voyage of appreciation since quite a while. Most of Indian IT industry is service based. Hence the outsourced work is never as challenging. Its about the low quality software which does a lot but repeated work. India is the greatest factory for skilled labor. The 1200 technical(degree) colleges produce the mass skill to pack the supply-demand gap. This crowd is now on a rise and the industry leader have now realized that the IT infrastructure of India needs an additional blood line supply for survival.
Now with this back ground my views why I think the hype is not worth the hype:
point #1. The Indian market has got enough talent pool in its disposal. So as to leverage and normalize the demand.
Point #2. When I say demand it sounds conflicting as the demand is always regarded as the outsourced demand mostly dependent on US market. But if we see, who are the software meant for? The kind of service oriented software? These software are finally to be consumed by the non technical population of a targeted nation. The so called verticals like banking, Finance, Insurance, Aerospace, Biomedical, Telecoms, Broadcasting, Automobile etc.
Why we have been getting these jobs from outside giants? Two reasons:
a) India has the talent pool at the low labor cost and a relatively friendlier government with easy sounding foreign policies
b) Most importantly they have the consumer of the software there in those country. That is what matters; having the consumer. And it all started with the innovation in other technological areas, in the 80s and 90s. The escalation in Automobile and Aerospace demanded for new hitech softwares so the demand and the Aerospace and automobile software became overnight profit making verticals.
Same with Banking and Finance. The question is we are looking at the consuming market there in the west. But seldom we understand the fact beneath. Its not the software technology, its the appreciation of other industries that drive the service oriented Software market like India. Now if we take a peek at our own domestic market why Rupee is gaining appreciation against Dollar, we find its due to the enlarged and appreciated market in the other sectors. And that is where you get the consumer of your software. With such an growing market now the service industry should look for domestic clients and avoid the dependency on the west market. We have more than 1.2 billion consumer out of which there must be some .5 billion people who are affected by it. A consumer base of .5 billion is giant! The potential lies here.
In turn the foreign investment in India would increase resulting in more demand for quality service. This will give the Indian IT industry a giant opportunity to have a long term stabilized version.
So the depreciation of Dollar against Rupees is not something to get worried about but something to think about. Just to realize the consumer base is slowly shifting from west to the land called India. Hence resulting in an independent industry driven by own economy.
Just think.
Truly
Abinash
Why?
The hyped Rupee appreciation against dollar has got the top executives off their seats leaving an weary feeling in them. Every one the industry critics, analysts and the laborers restlessly predicting the future scenario. But does it worth all? All these obsession and hype? I guess no. The rupee has been on its constant voyage of appreciation since quite a while. Most of Indian IT industry is service based. Hence the outsourced work is never as challenging. Its about the low quality software which does a lot but repeated work. India is the greatest factory for skilled labor. The 1200 technical(degree) colleges produce the mass skill to pack the supply-demand gap. This crowd is now on a rise and the industry leader have now realized that the IT infrastructure of India needs an additional blood line supply for survival.
Now with this back ground my views why I think the hype is not worth the hype:
point #1. The Indian market has got enough talent pool in its disposal. So as to leverage and normalize the demand.
Point #2. When I say demand it sounds conflicting as the demand is always regarded as the outsourced demand mostly dependent on US market. But if we see, who are the software meant for? The kind of service oriented software? These software are finally to be consumed by the non technical population of a targeted nation. The so called verticals like banking, Finance, Insurance, Aerospace, Biomedical, Telecoms, Broadcasting, Automobile etc.
Why we have been getting these jobs from outside giants? Two reasons:
a) India has the talent pool at the low labor cost and a relatively friendlier government with easy sounding foreign policies
b) Most importantly they have the consumer of the software there in those country. That is what matters; having the consumer. And it all started with the innovation in other technological areas, in the 80s and 90s. The escalation in Automobile and Aerospace demanded for new hitech softwares so the demand and the Aerospace and automobile software became overnight profit making verticals.
Same with Banking and Finance. The question is we are looking at the consuming market there in the west. But seldom we understand the fact beneath. Its not the software technology, its the appreciation of other industries that drive the service oriented Software market like India. Now if we take a peek at our own domestic market why Rupee is gaining appreciation against Dollar, we find its due to the enlarged and appreciated market in the other sectors. And that is where you get the consumer of your software. With such an growing market now the service industry should look for domestic clients and avoid the dependency on the west market. We have more than 1.2 billion consumer out of which there must be some .5 billion people who are affected by it. A consumer base of .5 billion is giant! The potential lies here.
In turn the foreign investment in India would increase resulting in more demand for quality service. This will give the Indian IT industry a giant opportunity to have a long term stabilized version.
So the depreciation of Dollar against Rupees is not something to get worried about but something to think about. Just to realize the consumer base is slowly shifting from west to the land called India. Hence resulting in an independent industry driven by own economy.
Just think.
Truly
Abinash
Friday, February 15, 2008
Strange Again :)
And with this the desperate seek of comfort is erased. The ennui remain and the despair or desire to migrate to a different land, a different mass. To have a different origin becomes too hard to bear. The hope in one dimension dies out giving birth to a all new hope in different dimension. It becomes hard to discern, what’s right and what’s wrong. All that remains is the quite desperation to run, fly and escape. To be in a different landscape, to be in a different world.
P.S. Some time I wonder why do I start a sentence, more a paragraph, more an article itself with the phrase “AND”. Don’t know something compels. May be it manages to hide the origin of the feeling which drives you to write such kind of abstruse stuffs.
A Smile :)
Truly
Abinash
P.S. Some time I wonder why do I start a sentence, more a paragraph, more an article itself with the phrase “AND”. Don’t know something compels. May be it manages to hide the origin of the feeling which drives you to write such kind of abstruse stuffs.
A Smile :)
Truly
Abinash
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Photo Blog launched!
Well Well ... after procastinating for quite a while finally the Photo blog is launched. Hey.... cheers! Me and JB have taken up the responsibility to publish all the photographs taken by our camera. Its a small Nikon CoolPix L1. Not a professional SLR camera. Well but given our philosophy of photography we don't need an SLR. We capture the theme of a situation. I mean we try to. So we call it "Thematic Photography" a self coined term. :)
Here is the LINK
http://www.lifesnapped.blogspot.com/
Have good time.
Truly
abinash
Here is the LINK
http://www.lifesnapped.blogspot.com/
Have good time.
Truly
abinash
Saturday, February 09, 2008
A compendium of lines from movies!
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"Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back."- Gladiator
“Sometimes, to order to see the light, you have to risk the dark” - Minority Report
“Perfect I agree, but there's a flaw. It's human”. - Minority Report
"Life is a box of chocolates, U never know what U get"- Forest Gump
“There's a difference in knowing the path and walking the path" The Matrix
“What makes a man? Not by how you begin something but how you finish it.”
“They may take our lives, but they can never take our freedom”- braveheart
“You can cheat death, but u cannot escape it” – Final Destination
“My father offered him a deal for which he could not refuse” - god father
“These are the years when a man turns into the man he's gonna be for the rest of his life”– Spider Man
"It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about." - American Beauty
"The answer to the question is, that when two people love each other truly, enough is never enough"- The Mexican
"If you want to see a miracle.... Be a miracle!" – Bruce the all mighty
“For Love. For Honor. For Mankind”– Armageddon
“And this part, this small part of my life is called happiness” – Pursuit of happiness
"When in doubt...Fuck !! " - Al Pacino to his dog in a Scent of a woman
"Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back."- Gladiator
“And this part, this small part of my life is called happiness” – Pursuit of happinessTruly
Abinash
The one liners
What is the moral standard of the moral police?
Truly
Abinash
Declaration No: 01/2008
Hi All,
Well now on every day I will put few one liner quotes and limited liner posts on a daily basis. I am going out of touch with blogging and I am growing lazy. So these quotes one liners will be my own brain child and can be reused. J Anyways…. They can be found under the label “daily one liners”.
Truly
Abinash
Friday, February 08, 2008
Its Strange!
Its strange but its true. You struggle questioning yourself why at all you are feeling low. Why what’s may be the reason. You get few answers from your heart but your brain discards them. No you are a better man, you can’t be that sensitive to feel low for these things, and you are not that fragile. Then you get few answers from your brain. But the heart fires back no that can't be the reason. Is it really something that can hurt you? Have not you known yourself? And feeling low is a part of heart how come brain can answer it?
But satisfied with none you keep longing for something. You ignore the heart and avoid the brain and take refuge in something else may be that is what they call soul in philosophy. You try to cry out but in vain. You try hurting yourself but in vain. You have grown coward these days. You have changed. You have changed than what you were yesterday. Every day you are changing and this change is what you dislike. That is what creates the agony. You deserve it. You struggle to become loner but loneliness is what you are trying to fight! Pity!
But satisfied with none you keep longing for something. You ignore the heart and avoid the brain and take refuge in something else may be that is what they call soul in philosophy. You try to cry out but in vain. You try hurting yourself but in vain. You have grown coward these days. You have changed. You have changed than what you were yesterday. Every day you are changing and this change is what you dislike. That is what creates the agony. You deserve it. You struggle to become loner but loneliness is what you are trying to fight! Pity!
Sunday, January 27, 2008
The question?
As asked it was not answered. As answered it was not asked. The question was correct the answer was correct. But the question was not meant for the answer; the answer was not meant for the question. But they were conjugates. They made a pair. They made a pair of completeness for the ignorant. The knowledgeable discarded it. But how about an indifferent like me? No one questioned. No one bothered about the indifferent opinion. But for me neither the question is important nor the answer. All I am happy with is the question and answer can live at the same time being conjugates.
Thats make me more indifferent for I need a solution not an answer!
Truly
Abinash
Thats make me more indifferent for I need a solution not an answer!
Truly
Abinash
The Eyes
In the possession of the present and the delusion of the moment next, my incoherent thoughts take refuge in my rather nonsense fantasies. The whole scene untidy but the desire resolute I ask for you. I ask for your touch; I want you to stop me. How do you stop me without touching? I ask you to speak the words; how do you articulate with out speaking? I want you to understand me. For that you have to ask me. No. But you don't speak, no you don't touch. Just the silence is too noisy and the eyes says it all, touch is hard. And I am stopped and I am understood and I am spoken all by the two glittering eyes.
In the past, the present and the future all that exist are the two glittering eyes.
Truly
Abinash
In the past, the present and the future all that exist are the two glittering eyes.
Truly
Abinash
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Band Of Brothers : Miss you all
Here is story of s Band OF Brothers
A self contented group of loving, caring, fighting and potent brothers.
There we love....
Like we are a single soul
Like we are the creators of each other,
Like we can never live with out
There we share....
Like we could never consume with out each other.
Like we can never breath with out each other,
Like we can never rhyme with out each other.
There we live....
Like there is no end of today.
Like there is no beginning of tomorrow.
Like life is all that we hold each other's hand.
There we laugh....
Like there is no reason to cry.
Like there is no moment that can stop it.
Like there is no matter where ever it is.
There we fight...
Like we are the most powerful.
Like we are united.
Like we are inseparable.
Like we are the strength, we are the sun and we are limitless.
There we are brothers....
Like we never had friends other than us.
Like we have the same blood running.
Like we are no two, but the absolute unity!
They are my life line.
I love you all so much.
My dearest G.A.N.G
Tuku Nana(nana), Fuku NaNa, Papu NaNa(Pana), Babun Dad(Ba-daa),
Jitu Bhaina(Jiva), Manti Bhaina (My MB).
I just don't wanna leave you, just for I love you.
Truly
Abinash
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
I earned the difficult skill. (Sleeping)
I realized, I have earned the skill lately, the skill of sleeping. Now I can sleep anywhere, any time and of course on anything. Now I have got experience of
Sleeping on:
Bed Chair Floor Terrace Table Platform Bike Bicycle Ground
Now I have experience of sleeping while:
Sleeping Sitting Working Reading Writing Talking Looking Eating
Now I have experience of sleeping in:
Office Home Road Bus Train Flight Boat Hotel Restaurant Car
With all these vast experience I will tell u how I manage to sleep.
Truly
Abinash
Sleeping on:
Bed Chair Floor Terrace Table Platform Bike Bicycle Ground
Now I have experience of sleeping while:
Sleeping Sitting Working Reading Writing Talking Looking Eating
Now I have experience of sleeping in:
Office Home Road Bus Train Flight Boat Hotel Restaurant Car
With all these vast experience I will tell u how I manage to sleep.
Truly
Abinash
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Happy Moment
It is a weird feeling to be nostalgic about present. You are obsessed with what’s happening, possessed by the present, occupied with imaginations.
Hey, this is the time you always wanted. The so called happy Moments. The lively life and the fantasies taking shape. The whole world suddenly seems to be a better place. The whole idea of being human seems to be the greatest satisfaction. The whole desire to flank your own boundaries. And the whole theme called life becomes the everlasting inspiration. Thank you all those people around me. Thanks for making me happy.
Truly
Abinash
Hey, this is the time you always wanted. The so called happy Moments. The lively life and the fantasies taking shape. The whole world suddenly seems to be a better place. The whole idea of being human seems to be the greatest satisfaction. The whole desire to flank your own boundaries. And the whole theme called life becomes the everlasting inspiration. Thank you all those people around me. Thanks for making me happy.
Truly
Abinash
Thursday, November 22, 2007
:( just lil sad
Not getting the funda. Flounder for words. Nah.. will write some other time. though of writing on the code of living, on GOD and on possibilities. But not getting the big idea. So will post it tomorrow.
Bye.
Truly
Abinash
Bye.
Truly
Abinash
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Liked it so posted it. Picked it from a friend's blog. ;)
Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who'd rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there's no reason we can't entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates.
I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Cheerio
Abinash
Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who'd rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there's no reason we can't entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates.
I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
Cheerio
Abinash
Monday, October 29, 2007
In the time bygone and the time to come,
I am waiting for none.
For those who find me still,
For those who are entangled with me,
For those who loathe me,
You are a mundane affair.
For those who deceit me,
For those who lie me,
For those who feel I should die
You are an extinguished fire.
You are an anesthetized dead body.
Truly
Abinash
I am waiting for none.
For those who find me still,
For those who are entangled with me,
For those who loathe me,
You are a mundane affair.
For those who deceit me,
For those who lie me,
For those who feel I should die
You are an extinguished fire.
You are an anesthetized dead body.
Truly
Abinash
Friday, October 12, 2007
Abinash's Postulates - The inside out
I have always been a stealler. I steal ideas, imaginations and words among many. I keep them in my safe vault untill I become the undisputable creator of them. I become the creator as the stolen entities (I propose them as comodities) would be aged enough to have been erased from junta's mind by the time I would claim my ownership. People now don't remebr who exactly this idea comes from. Even the one who had suggested it would take it as a 'deja vu' when he learns it.
But I am so proficient in it. No one knows when and what I steal. I am an ideal idle man. Too reluctant to think, too lazy to even try to think and more, too ignorant to learn what exactly "thinking" is.
Truly
Abinash
But I am so proficient in it. No one knows when and what I steal. I am an ideal idle man. Too reluctant to think, too lazy to even try to think and more, too ignorant to learn what exactly "thinking" is.
Truly
Abinash
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Identity Missing And Unknown
My brain is flourishing with all kind of negative thoughts. In all possible negative axes of all possible dimension.
My restless eyes searching for an obsolete, abandoned object inside me. My heart has become no more than a dump yard. It contains every thing that my brain dumps.
And on an narrow edge I stand with my identity missing and unknown.
Truly
Abinash
My restless eyes searching for an obsolete, abandoned object inside me. My heart has become no more than a dump yard. It contains every thing that my brain dumps.
And on an narrow edge I stand with my identity missing and unknown.
Truly
Abinash
Some Crap Don't Read
The other day a mail I received
proclaiming , great onliners on T-Shirt.
As usual my devil mind worked with the serenity to create some onliner replies
for them.... thought of not posting it still though a crap still I am posting it.
**MR stands for my reply
1) I wear my attitude.
MR: Then your attitude needs a wash.
2) I am who I am.
MR: You are "Who I am" - I never knew People copy me to that extent.
3) Some crappy IIT T-shirt said : We don't follow rules, we create them.
MR: If u don't use why u create them, Oh... u mean u create useless things.
4) Again some crappy IIT T-shirt said on the back:
See I am First, U are second to me.
MR: Yeah but I am looking back at you, Why are u moving in the wrong direction.
Its not
Truly
Abinash
proclaiming , great onliners on T-Shirt.
As usual my devil mind worked with the serenity to create some onliner replies
for them.... thought of not posting it still though a crap still I am posting it.
**MR stands for my reply
1) I wear my attitude.
MR: Then your attitude needs a wash.
2) I am who I am.
MR: You are "Who I am" - I never knew People copy me to that extent.
3) Some crappy IIT T-shirt said : We don't follow rules, we create them.
MR: If u don't use why u create them, Oh... u mean u create useless things.
4) Again some crappy IIT T-shirt said on the back:
See I am First, U are second to me.
MR: Yeah but I am looking back at you, Why are u moving in the wrong direction.
Its not
Truly
Abinash
The crowd has learned lately. This morning I was caught in a disgusting traffic near Domlur Signal and where vehicles lined up beyond my sight can catch; like a pile of scattered books in an old library. But one thing I could see and hear was an Ambulance desperately searching for a way to escape. The loud siren was in coherent with the desperate try of the motor, enough to raise an alarm of urgency. I felt pity for the patient inside so as the traffic does not seem to move in the next 30 minutes. But then the whole stuck traffic started in unison and amidst the jam, a narrow yet traversable passage started to appear.
By the time the dynamic passage neared me involuntarily I moved my bike awkwardly to left and leaned it a little, The auto rickshaw, the Benz, the scoda, the lorry every thing moved, not along the road but laterally and a way is made for the ambulance to move ahead.
No one would question others movement, everything occurred as a predefined pattern and ah... the man is fortunate, he cut through the traffic and the ambulance was set on move again. Amazing, The Indian crowd is no more illiterate of ‘raising-to-the-need-of-the-hour’.
Part II : -
But what has made the traffic to stand still is same what made me alter my notion on Indian crowd. I figured out sudden the automated traffic signals went off, and the traffic police came in to play waving their hands. And stopped this particular path for more than 6 minutes now and hence the vehicles have piled up to a length beyond control. 6 minutes now is 10 minutes... 12 minutes... but the hand won't signal a GO. Why? It became clear as soon as a White Ambassador with a red light on went passed before us escorted by a police jeep. Some crappy state minister. For them s traffic would stand still and may be people should die even if the need be. Each of us lost 15 + 3 minutes each 18 minutes. and the total number of people would certainly be more than 500 then.. so 500 * 18 = 9000 minutes = 150 hours was lost in the traffic. Plus the fuel + the pollution + the start of a bad day for these 500 poor guys. All for the sake of some crappy minister who would prefer traffic free or say empty road ahead to his destination. How sad? The man inside the ambulance could have dies in the deal. A man may get late for some exam and even he reaches with some mental dissatisfaction he would not be able to deliver. Software professionals like me who are paid hourly basis say 200$ per day..... Would loose a good chunk. And all these in the deal to get way for some crappy minister who does not even know the traffic rules. I would change the notion to
The Indian crowd – (politician) is no more illiterate of ‘raising-to-the-need-of-the-hour’. A good part and a bad part both belong to the same traffic. Its how INDIAN traffic is
Truly
Abinash
By the time the dynamic passage neared me involuntarily I moved my bike awkwardly to left and leaned it a little, The auto rickshaw, the Benz, the scoda, the lorry every thing moved, not along the road but laterally and a way is made for the ambulance to move ahead.
No one would question others movement, everything occurred as a predefined pattern and ah... the man is fortunate, he cut through the traffic and the ambulance was set on move again. Amazing, The Indian crowd is no more illiterate of ‘raising-to-the-need-of-the-hour’.
Part II : -
But what has made the traffic to stand still is same what made me alter my notion on Indian crowd. I figured out sudden the automated traffic signals went off, and the traffic police came in to play waving their hands. And stopped this particular path for more than 6 minutes now and hence the vehicles have piled up to a length beyond control. 6 minutes now is 10 minutes... 12 minutes... but the hand won't signal a GO. Why? It became clear as soon as a White Ambassador with a red light on went passed before us escorted by a police jeep. Some crappy state minister. For them s traffic would stand still and may be people should die even if the need be. Each of us lost 15 + 3 minutes each 18 minutes. and the total number of people would certainly be more than 500 then.. so 500 * 18 = 9000 minutes = 150 hours was lost in the traffic. Plus the fuel + the pollution + the start of a bad day for these 500 poor guys. All for the sake of some crappy minister who would prefer traffic free or say empty road ahead to his destination. How sad? The man inside the ambulance could have dies in the deal. A man may get late for some exam and even he reaches with some mental dissatisfaction he would not be able to deliver. Software professionals like me who are paid hourly basis say 200$ per day..... Would loose a good chunk. And all these in the deal to get way for some crappy minister who does not even know the traffic rules. I would change the notion to
The Indian crowd – (politician) is no more illiterate of ‘raising-to-the-need-of-the-hour’. A good part and a bad part both belong to the same traffic. Its how INDIAN traffic is
Truly
Abinash
Kill me for I want to Die.
Its run run run and cry..
Kill me for I want to die.
A soul full of sins..
A hand full of crimes.. I am rotten, can't take it more...
Kill me for I want to die.
A disaster in run..
A history that burn...
A lie of living truth...
A spy of unknown sleuth...
It can't get any worse...
Kill me I won't remorse..
Me is waste dirt and filthy ...I can't see any light, my conscience is guilty.
Kill me for I want ot die.
Truly
Abinash
Kill me for I want to die.
A soul full of sins..
A hand full of crimes.. I am rotten, can't take it more...
Kill me for I want to die.
A disaster in run..
A history that burn...
A lie of living truth...
A spy of unknown sleuth...
It can't get any worse...
Kill me I won't remorse..
Me is waste dirt and filthy ...I can't see any light, my conscience is guilty.
Kill me for I want ot die.
Truly
Abinash
Saturday, September 29, 2007
A Man's Story
It was just another morning. Or may be the same morning repeated over and over again. He would stand by the iron wall facing the sun and wonder what’s the difference? His world was limited by a hexagonal structure surrounded by fences of 12 feet high. He never tried to scramble them, in fact he never thought of doing so. His life is now a repetitive loop with a period of 24hours-aday. How big difference is there between a day then and a day now, he would think. He knows white very well. A special bond all share is a brotherhood of white. All inmates wear white, he too. The only thing he loves about this place is equality. He had spent 32 years of his life here, day and night. Not for a single moment he had seen the outside world. But today at the age of 64 he is going out. Nothing much left out to live for.
You are always innocent of the crime you have not committed, that’s the ideal rule. Not always. He had pleaded, cried, screamed at the ears which had gone deaf to justice. But that does not make sense anymore. He is now accustomed to a routine, wake up at 5:30 AM sharp, stand in a queue to lavatory. Hurry to take bath and get ready by 7:00 Am for break fast, a mug of hot (Only when it was prepared, not when it was served) tea, 2 pieces of bread. Get your part of work assigned and follow the go-work-struggle to rest- work-comeback chain. Have lunch at sharp 1:00 and follow the chain again. Work till 5:00 come back. Have rest and finish your supper by 7:00 and go to bed. Lights go off at 10:00. He was accustomed to a slow, monotone of life. He has not heard anything beautiful as he had not heard a sonnet being played or a note of music at its crescendo. Anything beautiful can’t be expressed in words, beauty must rhyme, and beauty must reoccur and beauty must be poetic and lyrical. The jail was the place many later found to be more convenient, no need to fight changes for they never occur, a simple routine life and no worries of outside world. You get your share of bread at the end of the day, and living in uniformity as being ruled by communists. But his case was different, he did not belong to this place, he was out of sync. Not because he can’t survive with same routine food and white clothes for years but because he did not share the most fundamental cord of committing a crime. He knew he was innocent. With this remote hope of justice he struggled and learned to survive which almost extinguished the day after he spent the first day there.
Now he is free. After 32 years he will see the outer world. His eye sight is not coping with his desires and taken the side of old age. He would not resist anything that is louder, he has been silent for years. Any sound other than human voice is a song for him. He would walk clumsily on the road. A lot has changed; he does not really recall the way to home. He hardly recognizes the movie starts on the posters. He would hardly believe that the place which had hand pulled rickshaw stand is now some auto rickshaw stand. He can’t believe the ten storey buildings on his left. He could not even recognize the outer wall of the jail where he had spent 32 years.
People have changed; his house is now no more than a dump yard at the midst of a society as they call it. Everything now seems faster than him. The number of vehicles has significantly out numbered the number of men. It was hard for him to cope with the life, the run, the pace. He tried working at few places to earn his living but nothing would work out for him. Hope is a good thing and he had it. He some how knew he can’t make it any more in the outside world. Now it must end. His life must end. But he was not the kind to commit suicide. What else? He can’t take it anymore living like a cast away. He took refuge in alcohol and just lived waiting for the end. But some other day he was no more. People started to gather outside his dump yard. He committed suicide or he went for salvation. But he is now free. He had chosen this freedom as he could not bear the pain of sudden social freedom. Like a bird can’t fly after a year of imprisonment. A man can’t live after a life term sentence. He escaped; he rejoiced and enjoyed the pain of dieing more than the pleasure of living.
Truly
Abinash
You are always innocent of the crime you have not committed, that’s the ideal rule. Not always. He had pleaded, cried, screamed at the ears which had gone deaf to justice. But that does not make sense anymore. He is now accustomed to a routine, wake up at 5:30 AM sharp, stand in a queue to lavatory. Hurry to take bath and get ready by 7:00 Am for break fast, a mug of hot (Only when it was prepared, not when it was served) tea, 2 pieces of bread. Get your part of work assigned and follow the go-work-struggle to rest- work-comeback chain. Have lunch at sharp 1:00 and follow the chain again. Work till 5:00 come back. Have rest and finish your supper by 7:00 and go to bed. Lights go off at 10:00. He was accustomed to a slow, monotone of life. He has not heard anything beautiful as he had not heard a sonnet being played or a note of music at its crescendo. Anything beautiful can’t be expressed in words, beauty must rhyme, and beauty must reoccur and beauty must be poetic and lyrical. The jail was the place many later found to be more convenient, no need to fight changes for they never occur, a simple routine life and no worries of outside world. You get your share of bread at the end of the day, and living in uniformity as being ruled by communists. But his case was different, he did not belong to this place, he was out of sync. Not because he can’t survive with same routine food and white clothes for years but because he did not share the most fundamental cord of committing a crime. He knew he was innocent. With this remote hope of justice he struggled and learned to survive which almost extinguished the day after he spent the first day there.
Now he is free. After 32 years he will see the outer world. His eye sight is not coping with his desires and taken the side of old age. He would not resist anything that is louder, he has been silent for years. Any sound other than human voice is a song for him. He would walk clumsily on the road. A lot has changed; he does not really recall the way to home. He hardly recognizes the movie starts on the posters. He would hardly believe that the place which had hand pulled rickshaw stand is now some auto rickshaw stand. He can’t believe the ten storey buildings on his left. He could not even recognize the outer wall of the jail where he had spent 32 years.
People have changed; his house is now no more than a dump yard at the midst of a society as they call it. Everything now seems faster than him. The number of vehicles has significantly out numbered the number of men. It was hard for him to cope with the life, the run, the pace. He tried working at few places to earn his living but nothing would work out for him. Hope is a good thing and he had it. He some how knew he can’t make it any more in the outside world. Now it must end. His life must end. But he was not the kind to commit suicide. What else? He can’t take it anymore living like a cast away. He took refuge in alcohol and just lived waiting for the end. But some other day he was no more. People started to gather outside his dump yard. He committed suicide or he went for salvation. But he is now free. He had chosen this freedom as he could not bear the pain of sudden social freedom. Like a bird can’t fly after a year of imprisonment. A man can’t live after a life term sentence. He escaped; he rejoiced and enjoyed the pain of dieing more than the pleasure of living.
Truly
Abinash
Thursday, September 20, 2007
The agony of the ecstatic face - 3rd 69th word post
And my apparent vulnerability does not go unnoticed. They approach, pretentiously amicable and selflessly selfish. They come closer with that poisonous touch and I stay indifferent as usual. They suck my blood out and I reciprocate with my silent pain gulped. I fight with my self, I fight with my thoughs. The exploitation becomes unbearable and I call it quit, how long? How long? No more. No more.
Truly
Abinash.
Truly
Abinash.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
The 'C' factor of typical India
The other day I was thinking about what are so common in India and Indians. And I found most of the things have this ‘C’ factor. So I will juxtapose all these strikingly unrelated yet the most commonly accepted C factors here.
1. Cricket, 2. Corruption, 3. Cinema
CRICKET :
Cricket is a house hold name here in India from the poorest to the richest are love in it.
Its arguably the only performing game in India. The early morning you wake up and go for a walk its not normal scene that you find people of all age group ranging from 8 to 35 dressed in white are up on the wheel with there kit bags or at least a bat dangling on the back, ride to the stadiums, fields and clubs. These are the upper class and some times middle class ‘cricketism’ in India. Now the lower middle class version of the same spirit is a different scene. It would be in the evening that all these guys would assemble at an public ground, the first few minutes are spared to find a place to start, its India one man can be a place holder for hundreds the only thing you need to do is to shout, its booked they are coming or just put your wickets are stand by it. Then one by one the whole gang arrives none in white, some come directly in school uniform so only those would flaunt their white shirts. They dream more about Ranji matches and local cricket heroes, then the Indian team. One padded bats man with more cycle tubes as the handle grip for their bat with worn gloves is quite a common scene. With the approaching darkness they rush directly to the Coaching classes or to join other house hold work no time to discuss or learn, what they call practice is more of a pass time and a struggle to learn.
Now the slum version is again strikingly different. Their boys mostly below 12 year play it and keep the tempo high. Their people play it with naked body and bare foot, just a half pant or even a towel does the trick. They don’t care about bats, pads, kit, gloves in that case the white track suit seems a remote possibility. They don’t mind even the roads, called ‘guly cricket’ and some times the drain side cemented space. And yeah they don’t have nay specific time like morning or evening as most of they have no routine.
In India Cricket seems to be the only high status game with a true Indian touch and flexibility. It has many forms, versions and space to accommodate people from any class and social standard. In a country like India with such a diversified society where the standard of living varies from BPL to Millionaires and each group claims a good chunk of the whole mass its true that we need at least on game like cricket which is like democracy, for all. By the people, of the people and for the people. May be that’s why cricket continues to be the most popular game.
Corruption:
‘Corruption’ is an integral part of India and Indian. Every layer defines a new corrupt system of its own. From the government to public sector, even private sectors. But if we take a closer look and try to define corruption then, we can find the true reason. Corruption is a way of self centered thing to betray the moral code to get some materialistic possessions. Now by materialistic I mean the power too. It’s a corrupt system from top to bottom. You go to a ‘Thsil’office and you know the whole blue print. The peon who is paid to set appointment timings take 20-50 rupees to give you a time before afternoon, as if you end up with a after noon timing the process will surely be prolonged to next day and possible the next next day too. The clerk then takes 50-100 rupees to give you the stamped paper. Then the Tahsil dar would take anything depends on who you are. But not directly after all he is tahsildar. So his share the lion share comes from an indirect route. Here people are not corrupt because the system is corrupt and they are a small element of whole system and being honest would possibly disintegrate them from this main stream, as they give the excuse. But its because Corruption is a part of the attitude of Indian mass. We the Indians search for easy routes, we are too lazy to up hold our dreams and work for it rather again we expect some miracle to happen which will increase our standard of living automatically. We run away from responsibility and are very good at blame game. But the principal reason is dissatisfaction and intolerance of Indians. We live in a society where the standard of living of people residing in a community varies from hell to heaven. So this induces an envy and dissatisfaction in the intolerant ones. Hence as a habit they search for a easy way and find solace in the corrupt system.
The corruption is so high now that you need to bribe cremation of you grand parents. This is another Indian C factor.
Cinema:
The grand Indian cinema. Always the Indian cinemas go over acted or get over reacted by the crowd. With cinemas produced in 14 different languages in one country targeted at people from virtually all community and social standard, Indian cinema has its own space and hype. The actors are Gods here. The music is a soul mate and the celeb news magazine are a highly circulated material. The cinema has created many categories of consumers and a different marketing field. Few cinemas which are worth watching and are well directed don’t do much business here. The movies are somuch hyped that the internation movies don’t come in line with the bollywood movies. The great success of cinema in India may be due to the linguistic clash. The south Indian denounce all Hindi movies nehce they have to excel in their own cadre and match up to the standard and the Hindi movies are a largely consumed commodity so have to be good. In this race the beneficiary is the consumer. And movies have always been a great means of mass education and moral learning In India.
Truly
Abinash
1. Cricket, 2. Corruption, 3. Cinema
CRICKET :
Cricket is a house hold name here in India from the poorest to the richest are love in it.
Its arguably the only performing game in India. The early morning you wake up and go for a walk its not normal scene that you find people of all age group ranging from 8 to 35 dressed in white are up on the wheel with there kit bags or at least a bat dangling on the back, ride to the stadiums, fields and clubs. These are the upper class and some times middle class ‘cricketism’ in India. Now the lower middle class version of the same spirit is a different scene. It would be in the evening that all these guys would assemble at an public ground, the first few minutes are spared to find a place to start, its India one man can be a place holder for hundreds the only thing you need to do is to shout, its booked they are coming or just put your wickets are stand by it. Then one by one the whole gang arrives none in white, some come directly in school uniform so only those would flaunt their white shirts. They dream more about Ranji matches and local cricket heroes, then the Indian team. One padded bats man with more cycle tubes as the handle grip for their bat with worn gloves is quite a common scene. With the approaching darkness they rush directly to the Coaching classes or to join other house hold work no time to discuss or learn, what they call practice is more of a pass time and a struggle to learn.
Now the slum version is again strikingly different. Their boys mostly below 12 year play it and keep the tempo high. Their people play it with naked body and bare foot, just a half pant or even a towel does the trick. They don’t care about bats, pads, kit, gloves in that case the white track suit seems a remote possibility. They don’t mind even the roads, called ‘guly cricket’ and some times the drain side cemented space. And yeah they don’t have nay specific time like morning or evening as most of they have no routine.
In India Cricket seems to be the only high status game with a true Indian touch and flexibility. It has many forms, versions and space to accommodate people from any class and social standard. In a country like India with such a diversified society where the standard of living varies from BPL to Millionaires and each group claims a good chunk of the whole mass its true that we need at least on game like cricket which is like democracy, for all. By the people, of the people and for the people. May be that’s why cricket continues to be the most popular game.
Corruption:
‘Corruption’ is an integral part of India and Indian. Every layer defines a new corrupt system of its own. From the government to public sector, even private sectors. But if we take a closer look and try to define corruption then, we can find the true reason. Corruption is a way of self centered thing to betray the moral code to get some materialistic possessions. Now by materialistic I mean the power too. It’s a corrupt system from top to bottom. You go to a ‘Thsil’office and you know the whole blue print. The peon who is paid to set appointment timings take 20-50 rupees to give you a time before afternoon, as if you end up with a after noon timing the process will surely be prolonged to next day and possible the next next day too. The clerk then takes 50-100 rupees to give you the stamped paper. Then the Tahsil dar would take anything depends on who you are. But not directly after all he is tahsildar. So his share the lion share comes from an indirect route. Here people are not corrupt because the system is corrupt and they are a small element of whole system and being honest would possibly disintegrate them from this main stream, as they give the excuse. But its because Corruption is a part of the attitude of Indian mass. We the Indians search for easy routes, we are too lazy to up hold our dreams and work for it rather again we expect some miracle to happen which will increase our standard of living automatically. We run away from responsibility and are very good at blame game. But the principal reason is dissatisfaction and intolerance of Indians. We live in a society where the standard of living of people residing in a community varies from hell to heaven. So this induces an envy and dissatisfaction in the intolerant ones. Hence as a habit they search for a easy way and find solace in the corrupt system.
The corruption is so high now that you need to bribe cremation of you grand parents. This is another Indian C factor.
Cinema:
The grand Indian cinema. Always the Indian cinemas go over acted or get over reacted by the crowd. With cinemas produced in 14 different languages in one country targeted at people from virtually all community and social standard, Indian cinema has its own space and hype. The actors are Gods here. The music is a soul mate and the celeb news magazine are a highly circulated material. The cinema has created many categories of consumers and a different marketing field. Few cinemas which are worth watching and are well directed don’t do much business here. The movies are somuch hyped that the internation movies don’t come in line with the bollywood movies. The great success of cinema in India may be due to the linguistic clash. The south Indian denounce all Hindi movies nehce they have to excel in their own cadre and match up to the standard and the Hindi movies are a largely consumed commodity so have to be good. In this race the beneficiary is the consumer. And movies have always been a great means of mass education and moral learning In India.
Truly
Abinash
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
The I cult V/S the W cult
Two differences I found between the Indian culture and the Western culture.
1. In India urination and defecation in public is accepted but not kissing and display of affection.
There kissing and display of affection is accepted but not urination and defecation.
Which is correct?
2. In India Love ends with sex.
There love start with sex.
Which is correct?
3. In india the trend is arrange marriage where you explore each other's body first.. and only after the lust is gone may or may not you would think of exploring the soul and the philosophy you carry.
There the bodies are explored just as a matter of fun and need but never as a demand and marriage comes only when the souls are explored.
Which is correct?
Then why we always condemn teh western culture????
This is I am writing as an answer to some one's question.
Truly
Abinash
1. In India urination and defecation in public is accepted but not kissing and display of affection.
There kissing and display of affection is accepted but not urination and defecation.
Which is correct?
2. In India Love ends with sex.
There love start with sex.
Which is correct?
3. In india the trend is arrange marriage where you explore each other's body first.. and only after the lust is gone may or may not you would think of exploring the soul and the philosophy you carry.
There the bodies are explored just as a matter of fun and need but never as a demand and marriage comes only when the souls are explored.
Which is correct?
Then why we always condemn teh western culture????
This is I am writing as an answer to some one's question.
Truly
Abinash
Thursday, June 28, 2007
A Lie....
And I am asked "What u want me to do?". I would think for a long moment and helplessly more untruthfull answer, what they want to hear and not what I want to speak. I do the same not for I am tired of speaking my desires or I conceal them in me. But speaking what they want to hear would eliminate the need to explain and it would be easier for them to understand. No reproach no condemnation. Just an unwanted approval and resistless acceptance.... may be this is the part I hate most. Thats why I hate it, I hate it all. I hate them, I hate them all. And then serendipitously I would find my thoughts being admired. My thought? But i have not spoken them, they are still unrevealed. I just givewhat they want and I take pride in my thoughts. Then this moment comes heavly repeated over every moment as the time passes at 1 hour per hour speed. I become an aimless fake. And end up being one Lie. A strong desire I hold is to loudly cry.
Truly
Abinash
Truly
Abinash
Friday, June 08, 2007
"She was the eternity" - 2nd 69th word post
“She was there, looking through closed eyes with all those fantasies and imagination taking shape. Her fingers won’t move, her skin glowing as usual and though calm yet glittering the glimpse. He was standing by her, with eyes open but they had gone dry, like his soul. Her presence was the only thing which reassured her absence. And all remained was the unacceptable fact ‘she is DEAD’.”
Truly
Abinash
Truly
Abinash
A decision of death or new start? the 1st 69th word post
“It was not for the first time., infact it has been happening since quite long. The same rejection, reproach and turned down thumbs. He was accustomed to all them. He mutilated the Résumé and threw up in the air. The only sound left echoing there was the last sigh and the blow of speeding train. He took the last look at himself and the train took him to another SEARCH.”
Truly
Abinash.
Truly
Abinash.
Intro to the Chapter called "The 69th Word"
Hi,
I am introducing a new chapter to my blog called "The 69th word" . U can serch for "The 69th word" tag for all writing under this cadre. How ever it will contain writings from all section, love life, fights, emotion, apathy, sympaty, planning, screwing up, crazzyness virtually everything. But the uniqueness is every wrting will exactly be of 69 words and the 69th word will be a decisive one. which will conclude the story. Lets see how far can I take this one.
C ya,
Truly
Abinash
I am introducing a new chapter to my blog called "The 69th word" . U can serch for "The 69th word" tag for all writing under this cadre. How ever it will contain writings from all section, love life, fights, emotion, apathy, sympaty, planning, screwing up, crazzyness virtually everything. But the uniqueness is every wrting will exactly be of 69 words and the 69th word will be a decisive one. which will conclude the story. Lets see how far can I take this one.
C ya,
Truly
Abinash
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