Sunday, April 15, 2012

When life feels complete

Those are the good years
The ones in which you
Learn to run
You fall, your recover quickly and run again
Like a reset button in a car racing game

Those are the good months
The ones in which you
Travel places
Meeting people, soaking cultures
Like a sponge

Those are the good weeks
The ones in which you
Meet your loved ones
Feeling pampered, getting spoiled rotten
Like a prince or a princess

Those are the good days
The ones in which you
Don't wake up to an alarm
Remembering your dream
Like the visions of another life

Those are the good hours
The ones on which you
Spend dedicated time with your music
Humming along, feeling the rhythm
Like a meditating yogi

Those are good moments
The ones in which you
Experience the first rains
Transforming the world around you
Like a flick of a wand on Cinderella

Those are good blog posts
The ones in which you
Philosophize casually
Making silly comparisons
Like someone who is not you ;)

Monday, March 26, 2012

The Rhythm to Life

I love listening to music on my iPod while looking out of the window of a vehicle. The ability to set the tone to a mundane scene of city hustle bustle is empowering. The reason for the empowerment is abstract though (as always is the case with my posts :-P)

Only God can use the play, rewind, forward, pause and stop buttons of life. How you want to perceive life around you is only your prerogative. Someone else is listening to a different score on your life too. Thus, feel free to indulge in this harmless pleasure and amuse thy self. The truth is incomplete without your interpretation.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Limbo

lim·bo
  1. The abode of unbaptized but innocent or righteous souls, as those of infants or virtuous individuals who lived before the coming of Christ.
  2. A region or condition of oblivion or neglect: Management kept her promotion in limbo for months
  3. A state or place of confinement.
  4. An intermediate place or state.
  5. The state of my life

Notice definition number 5. This is the one place I hate being and that is exactly where I am. I am a big rock in a gushing stream, being subjected to a constant erosive force of the water, until it wears it out so much that it cannot hold on its own. The current is deceptive. From the outside, I seem in control. I seem strong, apparently directing the flow of the stream. On the inside, I know I am stranded and tired. It is not the one big knockout punch but the many tiny needles that the cold water pierces through my layers. It is loosening me up layer up by layer, till I become nothing but particles of sand and dust in the stream, like the million others there are, flowing haphazardly where the current takes them. The sooner I break free from the current, the better. When an unstoppable force meets an immovable object, whichever stands the test of time wins. Time is not on my side, my will still is.

Saturday, February 04, 2012

Happy Sixth Birthday

Dear Shadow,
At the very outset, let me wish you an awesome but belated sixth birthday! Apologies for missing out on the celebrations but hell, it was the first time this happened. I will not make excuses seeking forgiveness nor do I promise it won't happen again. All I can say is you have been missed.

I have had my reasons to stay away. Firstly, there has been a paucity of interesting day to day experiences that trigger a creative thought. Work is not what you discuss when you are taking a break from work. Secondly, there has been a dearth of aesthetic experiences that are a stimulus to positive emotional expression. My camera has captured whatever few there have been. I have set even higher standards for you as the years have passed and have not found inspiration that gives me such a quality output.

The initial apology also does not mean I am going to come back to you more often now. As long as the above reasons remain, I will be doing gross injustice to you. What I can promise is I will find a solution to eliminate the reason.

Till then, I am going to wait for inspiration. May you live a long life.

Cheers,
Illuminator

Saturday, December 03, 2011

The Sorry State of Being

We travel in the fast lane. We work. We work a lot. Not that we do it for nothing- some yearn, some earn, some learn. Working is good but conditionally, the condition being you are doing what you love to do. With most of us, we don't know what we love. By the time we do, it is too late to take that path. We then end up making what we do, what we love to do. There is no questioning that - compromises are inevitable and for some, permanent. While our lives revolve around work, we lose touch with our ability to follow our gut in matters not related to work. We begin to build a cage of comfort and security around ourselves. By the time we realize we are caged, it is too late. We have neither the courage nor strength to break free. We can either get depressed about it or work on building the courage and strength. And where do we find them both? The answer lies in creativity.

The best creator is perhaps God and nature is his magnum opus. Not many of us have the eye for the lessons hidden in nature's many layers. We turn to those who do - in the form of their works. Poets or writers, painters or sculptors, dancers or musicians and the like all had an eye for creativity. Simple answers to our difficult questions are hidden in their work. The trouble is we don't look closely enough. We are in a rush. We miss the detail. We remain uninspired. That is also probably because we are too full of ourselves. The only question we ask "What is in it for me or my whatever?" The larger picture is the one that you see in totality of scale and perspectives. If you don't, the lesson is incomplete.

While science, technology and rationale thinking have changed the world, the three alone cannot save the world. We are going higher, faster, but we are losing touch with our roots. We need to slow down our pace, catch a breath, take another look at what has gone by and ask the basic questions of life again (remember to replace the 'me' with 'us' and 'I' with 'we' ). If we do not have good answers, we are indeed treading the wrong path.

To summarize, I will quote a paragraph from the Lost World by Michael Crichton. "What makes you think that human beings are sentient and aware? There's no evidence for it. Human beings never think for themselves, they find it too uncomfortable. For the most part, members of our species simply repeat what they are told - and become upset if they are exposed to any different view. The characteristic human trait is not awareness but conformity, and the characteristic result is religious warfare. Other animals fight for territory or food; but, uniquely in the animal kingdom, human beings fight for their "beliefs." The reason is that beliefs guide behavior, which has evolutionary importance among human beings. But at a time when our behavior may well lead us to extinction, I see no reason to assume we have any awareness at all. We are stubborn, self-destructive conformists. Any other view of our species is a self-congratulatory delusion."