On the night of 31st of Dec 2006, I just finished reading Anne Frank's Diary.It was quite a coincidence since Saddam Hussain was executed the previous day.I felt remorse envoloping my interiors.Yes, for the death of millions of jews masterminded by Hitler, and also for the death of Saddam Husssain , who was responsible for the death of 148 Shia Muslims. Somehow , these deaths troubled and disturbed me more than the death of my cousin brother ,three months back, who lost his life at the young age of 20 , because of kidney failure.I could not fathom how one human being could steal the life of somebody else.
Strangely, I found the answer to my question in my own self, or rather made me ask a thousand more questions to myself.
I profess love, I want to help the underpriveleged children,I talk of peace. I cheat myself.If I so want to bridge the divison, why does the sight of a ragged sweeper fill me with disgust?If I so want to love others , why do I cringe at the very mention of the name of some of my peers. If I so loudly talk of the injustice done to the animals used for testing in the labs, why do I relish the chicken curry my mom makes?
On Christmas eve,I happened to go to the shopping mall with a couple of friends.If there is anything I could notice, it was the truth in the phrase ,that the rich get richer, and the poor get poorer.I wondered how we let our senses control our brain , not vice versa.The sight of flashy jewels, expensive clothes,the splendor of Pizza Hut,(not the joy of taste, cause my mom cooks better) seems to be so overwhelming, so attractive that we end up spending the entire salary on such trivial things, things that hardly last a moment.When 60 percent of the population strives to meet both ends, when millions do not even get to eat a decent meal on a festival night,when hundreds of orphans living in destitute homes find nobody to love them , how could we be so insensitive.I was going through a couple of NGO websites. I found a wonderful scheme to help, by an organisation named SOS.You could contribute Rs 250 a month, help educate a child, interact with him/her and track his/her progress. It sounded lovely.It was the cost of one pizza , Treat for Two , only , that this time it really was a treat for two , you and the young child.
All it takes, is a realisation, a realsiation by every being.The disorder in the world, the unmanaged traffic on the road, the loud voices , the gun shots, everything is a result of the combined entropy of our minds.
Only, if everybody could learn to love everybody else.
Sigh.... once again I am cheating myself.Only if I could learn to love everybody else.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Why the mad chase??
In our maniacal rush for success, which we assume will give us happines, we actully forget that every moment is happy, provided we recognise the happiness.Attitude does not bring success....Attitude is success!!!
Any day could be the last day of our lives.Why die in regret.I guess the purpose of our life should be to learn everything possible, learn about people,history,science,arts..... and spread the love and happiness to as many people as we can.There are a million children who do not even get to complete their primary school.The craze for marks at the school-college level has been supplanted by the craze for small bits of paper they call money.I was talking to a doctor at my mom-dad's wedding anniversary.He talked about the rise in stress levels that lead to fatal cardiac arrests. Almost 80% take some kind of pills.. Blood pressure, diabetes etc before sleeping.And after a person's death, there are so many arguments , litigations and sometimes murder , in a mad craze f or money.
Imagine the pathetic condition we have forced ourselves to be in.A person can not sleep.A person can not rest in peace. It is not that today the world, the external pressure has lead to stressful lives.It is we ourselves, our attitude, that has brought stress into our lives.
As you travel in train, you come across so may people on stations, children begging, people with disfigured limbs , naked children picking up rags.Out of frustation and sheer disgust, we give them a 2 rupee change.It is just our luck.Probably, in our previous birth we were among them, who knows.it is just a chance.Our existence is a one in infinity possibility. There our a billion people in this world... Our parents could have been any two in this one billion but why are our parents our parents? ... out of a million points, the genes chose to cross at one point to give us our individuality. they could have chosen any random point.
We compare ourselves to our friends, our peers, each one wanting to be the best.But being the best is like a local maxima.Infact, any maxima or minima , on this curve of earth , is a local maxima or minima , not global.Further more, there is not one curve , there are an infinite number of curves that fill the space.Also, the space itself is infinite.
If we crave for happinees and success, we must realise that Bill Gates or Steve Jobs George Bush are not the people who are successful.Each one , each human being is successful, because they are living the wonderful dream called life....
Any day could be the last day of our lives.Why die in regret.I guess the purpose of our life should be to learn everything possible, learn about people,history,science,arts..... and spread the love and happiness to as many people as we can.There are a million children who do not even get to complete their primary school.The craze for marks at the school-college level has been supplanted by the craze for small bits of paper they call money.I was talking to a doctor at my mom-dad's wedding anniversary.He talked about the rise in stress levels that lead to fatal cardiac arrests. Almost 80% take some kind of pills.. Blood pressure, diabetes etc before sleeping.And after a person's death, there are so many arguments , litigations and sometimes murder , in a mad craze f or money.
Imagine the pathetic condition we have forced ourselves to be in.A person can not sleep.A person can not rest in peace. It is not that today the world, the external pressure has lead to stressful lives.It is we ourselves, our attitude, that has brought stress into our lives.
As you travel in train, you come across so may people on stations, children begging, people with disfigured limbs , naked children picking up rags.Out of frustation and sheer disgust, we give them a 2 rupee change.It is just our luck.Probably, in our previous birth we were among them, who knows.it is just a chance.Our existence is a one in infinity possibility. There our a billion people in this world... Our parents could have been any two in this one billion but why are our parents our parents? ... out of a million points, the genes chose to cross at one point to give us our individuality. they could have chosen any random point.
We compare ourselves to our friends, our peers, each one wanting to be the best.But being the best is like a local maxima.Infact, any maxima or minima , on this curve of earth , is a local maxima or minima , not global.Further more, there is not one curve , there are an infinite number of curves that fill the space.Also, the space itself is infinite.
If we crave for happinees and success, we must realise that Bill Gates or Steve Jobs George Bush are not the people who are successful.Each one , each human being is successful, because they are living the wonderful dream called life....
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Alice in Wonderland
I feel like 'Alice in Wonderland',and I think that precisely describes my fairyland description of 'JNCASR'. I feel like a kid lost in wonder and amazement,not to leave out the hiccups of intimidation as I take every step and open every closet, unaware of the hidden truths,unaware of what will meet me next.The paintings on the walls welcome you in humble embracement and then smile with innocence and the pride of the novel artist.Meanwhile, I put together the jig saw pieces of my dream to realise that is where I always wanted to be.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Belief
Hoards of thoughts leaped to strangle , past memories flashed and churned the cerebrium , waves of emotion crawled and crippled the withered soul , and I sat still ... paralysed with my own fears. Beleif and trust , faith and love were never empty words some three months back. Seven year long reverence morphed to aversion and fervent hatred. The veneration turned to scorn. I HAD BELEIVED . aah... never ever shall I lay my trust on trust. I have no raeson to write this blog. Only remorse and desperation fills me. Some day I shall meet the person who made a machine out of me. What have I to tell him.... nothing but silence .After all, I can never forgive nor foreget nor stop to convey my gratitude that I finally woke up to see my present.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Riches to Rags????
The plagarisation issue that grips the society has roots down the 10-12 year olds... Come on??? Do u think only Kaavya and Dan Brown can plagarise????Or do u think that only Watson and Crick can win the Nobel Prize that should have been given to Rosalind???? How many assignments have we worked out on our own?? R we not familiar with the three magic words... the instant job fix?? Cut.. copy.. paste.. be it a technical paper, a small assignment.. or any experiment reading...We can hardly count the times we have been original... portrayed our original self... and got credit for original work. This monster of plagarisation has crippled the human race.. and threatens to rust human intelligence and creativity... What we need right now is the realisation and awareness of certain ethics... values that lay down the standards of originality... LONG LIVE NOVELTY...
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