Sports Night

I certainly love working, when work is fun. And I seriously don't know when working can be fun! Its all about the enthusiasiasm and the drive, the pleasure and the pain, the distress and the hope, work is in so many varied things. I work for a passionate enthusiasm that brings pleasure to someone, hopes to many and that is all, what does work give me?

I simple recommend that each one of you, who hasn't yet achieved the answer to this question, go and watch a classic 2 - season teleseries called 'Sports Night'. Buy a DVD if you don't find it on TV.

In due time there will be special blogs by me on this fantastically thought provoking comedy which will certainely raise your level of desire to go and watch this.

So stick around.

I am the Architect

Sometimes I get an epiphany that really I am the Architect (refer Matrix trilogy) if this world is the Matrix. This isn't a feeling of godliness, no it isn't! Rather it is the phase when I believe that I can control, certainely the things which are important to me. So in a way everyone is an architect of one's own Matrix. And no matter what the Oracle says, one end's up where the Architect wants. In a simple way it can be said that yes I am my own Architect, but I don't know on what bricks I am building my future.

So even If I am designing my own future, there are always people like masons and engineers, materials like bricks and cement which actually shape the strength of it. In this process of building I will come across people whom I have to initially trust, and if it happens that my house falls down, or doesn't look as pretty as I thought it would, I would have to change my level of trusts amongst my various colleagues. So its okay to be once bitten, but its excellent that you kill the beast next time.

But then I think there are other people who do not want to take the pain to be their own Architects, and they never like the things other people build for them. They are the mentally lazy beings who have a singular job to crib. But it is not their fault, a hired Architect wont have the same personal touch that one can have on his own.

Then there is nothing which can stop me to be my own Architect if I want to. Besides, well, a revolution, because a revolution always brings down some houses, how strong they might have been built. Right, then you have to be plain lucky to survive. You have to miss the lightning.

Lightning never strikes the same place twice, but the light is always engraved in the minds of the people who see the strike.

The Cup is on

The World Cup is on, most of us know that it is. Right the Soccer World Cup, the game that Indians hardly play. Although there are passionate souls in India who have hots for this sport. There are some who are real soccer fans, some sports fan who just watch it as any other sport and some who watch it for money - yes the media.

But I, watch it for the competition, in the end its all about numbers, its all about finishes, its all about fulfilled goals; but what lies behind is an incomprehensible passion of the souls who measure lengths of large stadiums just to be able to fulfill the goal. By goal I don't mean the ball put in a net, but the pride of the team for which a player play's for. It is a delight to watch when there are players with skills who just magnetize the ball to their bodies, the ones with speed who are ahead of the remaining, there are ones with resistance who act as a dam to the stream of attackers, there are ones with agility who just jump in without caring about their injuries just to reach for their precious - the football and then there are ones who test the other's patience by their foul play. Trust me I guess foul play is part of the game, as I told you it is all to play for on the field. Interestingly players also have to play over the referee's mind so that the foul play continues.

Actually, the football wouldn't be anywhere without the foul play. We enjoy when there is a challenging tackle, if it gets fouled, then we enjoy the booking too; now if it doesn't get caught we enjoy the frustration of the side losing out and the test of their patience. So its always a mind game which is involved in this rough and atheletic sport.

In the end the players do enjoy playing it, it is a sight to watch, it is a dream to many and just another thing on TV right now, yes the Cup is on - so watch it.

Life is just a dream....

It is a small point I would like to make, but will make it with surely a little longer story. Yes, this is the story of a young man named Ramaiah!

A small introduction to Ramaiah's life uptil now... Ramaiah was born and brought up in the colourful city of Jodhpur. His father was a cobbler and he had an emporium of traditional Rajasthani footwear at the main market. So Ramaiah belonged to a socially backward, but still an economically well-off background. Cut to the present and Ramaiah has achieved what he dreamt off.... Yes, he has became a normal indian male, married to a wife of his caste and economic status, he has carried on his father's footsteps and has become the manager of the emporium. What else can a person want from his life, than to achieve what he dreamt off.

But why this mundane and simple dream.. Because not everyone knows that Ramaiah was a very practical person and had dreamt of doing simple things in life which draws no debate, no retaliation, no fame nor any defamation. He was a no-risk gambler, and he played roulette with betting on all numbers...

So just a small character tale and I come back to where I started, for Ramaiah life was just a dream. Now what I mean may not be clear to everyone of you. By life I mean dynamism, change, events always happening, challenges, survival ( thats what Darwin said), anything that deserves an adjective.. That is life... So for Ramaiah such sort of a life was just a dream, in a sense that it cannot be achieved.

So what is the real meaning of this statement? What happens to them who lose it all and realise their dreams? Most of them end up in a state where they think in the end, it didn't even matter. They long for a simple, no frills life, where they would have be happy each day of their life, just by the thought that they are alive. For them simple pleasures is just a dream.. That kind of life is just a dream..

I can generally put people in the two above said categories, Ramaiahsss and those Ramaiah could have become if he would have taken risks. But then I think there is a third kind.

The third kind are those who set landmarks, draw the lines, they risk it all to reach there, they touch the finish line and run back, they cut the throat only to do a succesful surgery, they are dynamic in their life and are simply happy individuals...

For them the life, now I mean the life they are living, is just a dream, not for them, but for those who envy them...

No one can become the third kind, atleast not perfectly, after all even perfection is just a dream.. Therefore perfection and life are so close, yet tooo far, just remains a thin line between dream and reality.

Say no to Utopia!!!!

How about an utopia? Yes, how about it? Does anyone remember it? It seems no one even dreams of it nowadays. I think its blasphemous in the context of the modern world. But be it today's or the world gone by, Utopia is just a ridiculous proposition. It would be like what Vivekananda described the perfect man and his world to be. Therfore would be and end of human evolution and I think every human being will attribute his life as more unworhty than ever before one would have.

Let's take a scenario in Utopia world, in let's say right here, in India.

( Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is coincidental as I got this name out of nowhere. )

The hero of my story is called Adish Misra. So Adish goes to college which is ranked one ( every college is ranked one in Utopia ). He is taught a course let us say AB101 by Dr. Guru Dutt ( Guru seems an apt name for a Prof. ), who is the best teacher for AB101 in the world ( again Utopia! ). So Adish is a diligent student, ( everyone is ), he gets straight As during his semester ( everyone does! ).

Now lets perturb this system, yes I'm being wicked, but I was bored of this Utopia thing, so let's perturb it. In a freak accident, during one of the examinations of AB101 Adish looks as if he's staring at the answer sheet of the person ahead of him. Dr. Guru being a very strict person, decides to suspend him and fail him in the course. The director of the institute, Dr. Nirdeshak decribing this incident as a case of gross indiscipline, fails Adish in each course of the semester.

Adish being a believer in truth thinks of his teachers as sinister creatures. So here begins the feeling of hatred, anger.... We are no longer in Utopia now....

Clearly Utopia is not a stable state. It can never be. A little bit of Utopia, like rules, compulsions etc., they all are the factors causing instability.

I'm not for the rules! Not for discipline! Not for religion!
I'm for Human!

Coffee - Oh o o Sweetest drink!

Jagao jagao, nescafe pilao! Anything which can wake one up on a cold and dull morning is the distinct aroma of the coveted beans which we call coffee. The beans leave a subliminal impression on the striated layers of our grey cells. Each cell is woken up suddenly by the coffee touching our taste buds, and then we realize that it wasn't just a verisimilar tale that we were in, but its the reality which is stranger than fiction. Yes the dream has gone, but who knows our life is a dream, waking up in the morning might be a dream for a person sleeping in the night. Drinking the coffee might be popping the sleeping pill for the night for a person in dream.

Something is in the air

There's always something in the air.... Most of the 'thing' is although not visible to the human eye. This is the reason why people have no idea when the 'thing' which is in the air is in the air.

But this season, when a shot of cognac is more than necessary if one has to move out in the late nights. Talking about late nights I observe people involved in some activity in the capmus. Its true many of them are supposedly studying for the Majors, the other people are just getting into the mood.

Some people are happy to just say that life is unfair that exams have come. Suddenly? Eh? All this long life was so fair when they were bunking classes. :) I also think the same way.