Saturday, April 25, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Busy
You'd wonder, why I am not writing?
But really, I am fighting!
A fight for writing,
a two thousand five hundred word periling,
which would either lead to enlightening,
or would be a path of detaining.
I know you won't see me struggling,
hence I've taken a short break in blogging!
But really, I am fighting!
A fight for writing,
a two thousand five hundred word periling,
which would either lead to enlightening,
or would be a path of detaining.
I know you won't see me struggling,
hence I've taken a short break in blogging!
Monday, April 13, 2009
A conversation with my mind
From the city of east's oxford, up till the western world of discovery,
my mind hovers in the boundaries of cacophony.
I ask, what do you want?
It says, a world out of logic and creative freedom.
What about the monetary conspiracies? I ask.
I am not bounded with physics of humanity, I want to break free, he adds.
What's the merit of commitments and relations, I aphorise.
Do they prioritise the same as I do? He reciprocates.
I ask, what about the guardians, the dearest ones?
I behold the responsibility, but question their need,
are they materialistic or interest in the happiness of deed? He's quick.
I admit of being blinded with a straight vision,
he asks me to broaden it wide and view the world in cohesion .
I ask, where's the treasure of gaiety and fun?
Is it in having a girlfriend and tun?
He says, having a girlfriend is doubling the cacophony,
and having a tun is a fluttering morality.
Both are comparable to a poison of slow death,
because one hammers my sister, the lever, and the other leads me to death.
Stunned by the answer, and apparent recalling the past,
so what's the real treasure? I ask.
See the wild and live the while,
sit in the sun and run in the sand,
find pleasures in what's in your hand, he replies.
Elaboration is the next, I add.
He went on with his questionnaire,
When did you run, jump and play the last?
When did you unite with peers for the last?
When did you trash your anguish for the last?
When did you help a needed in the past?
The questions you arise, the answers lies in the same.
I was pleased by the solutions which came,
I felt that, fame and name is a game,
everybody desires a victory, but a few remain.
Not all in them look like what we see,
They come in this world and depend on destiny,
They seek higher destinations, materials and money,
but they die in the end from agony.
Satisfied with the answers given by my mind,
I continue my life in a different kind.
my mind hovers in the boundaries of cacophony.
I ask, what do you want?
It says, a world out of logic and creative freedom.
What about the monetary conspiracies? I ask.
I am not bounded with physics of humanity, I want to break free, he adds.
What's the merit of commitments and relations, I aphorise.
Do they prioritise the same as I do? He reciprocates.
I ask, what about the guardians, the dearest ones?
I behold the responsibility, but question their need,
are they materialistic or interest in the happiness of deed? He's quick.
I admit of being blinded with a straight vision,
he asks me to broaden it wide and view the world in cohesion .
I ask, where's the treasure of gaiety and fun?
Is it in having a girlfriend and tun?
He says, having a girlfriend is doubling the cacophony,
and having a tun is a fluttering morality.
Both are comparable to a poison of slow death,
because one hammers my sister, the lever, and the other leads me to death.
Stunned by the answer, and apparent recalling the past,
so what's the real treasure? I ask.
See the wild and live the while,
sit in the sun and run in the sand,
find pleasures in what's in your hand, he replies.
Elaboration is the next, I add.
He went on with his questionnaire,
When did you run, jump and play the last?
When did you unite with peers for the last?
When did you trash your anguish for the last?
When did you help a needed in the past?
The questions you arise, the answers lies in the same.
I was pleased by the solutions which came,
I felt that, fame and name is a game,
everybody desires a victory, but a few remain.
Not all in them look like what we see,
They come in this world and depend on destiny,
They seek higher destinations, materials and money,
but they die in the end from agony.
Satisfied with the answers given by my mind,
I continue my life in a different kind.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Rhyme time
What's more irritating than peeling off a garlic clove's skin?
What's more frustrating than waiting patiently for a kin?
What's more deadly than falsely admiring people's hover?
What's more painful than drowning, because someone's over?
What's more kind than giving one an encouraging gear?
What's more pleasing than embracing one's fear?
What's higher than a peak's last step?
A fruitful life or a life full of debt?
What's interesting than an entertaining flick?
An entertainment gear at one's place, or an adventurous pick?
Am I going in a right way?
Is it coming on as a proper day?
Why are questions to be asked?
Why would humans fall in the reasoning task?
There are more questions waiting for a rhyme,
but I am out of time!
What's more frustrating than waiting patiently for a kin?
What's more deadly than falsely admiring people's hover?
What's more painful than drowning, because someone's over?
What's more kind than giving one an encouraging gear?
What's more pleasing than embracing one's fear?
What's higher than a peak's last step?
A fruitful life or a life full of debt?
What's interesting than an entertaining flick?
An entertainment gear at one's place, or an adventurous pick?
Am I going in a right way?
Is it coming on as a proper day?
Why are questions to be asked?
Why would humans fall in the reasoning task?
There are more questions waiting for a rhyme,
but I am out of time!
Monday, April 6, 2009
Day dreaming
I don't know if everybody experiences the same, but I do sometimes dream during the day, with eyes wide open and conscious mind in action. Its sometimes weird, how mind wanders around varied subjects, and comes to a certain point when we realise and giggle on the visuals we encounter and ask ourselves to come back in the real world.
Yesterday, I was thinking about the rules and regulations for the public and the mindsets of the people here. I became patriotic, thinking about the situation back home, the increasing poverty and need of a developed infrastructure, etc. Then the thought went towards how can things be developed? While surfing through the bbc news website, I found a page where different people across India, from grocer to a software engineer, had expressed their views about what would be their position in the development of the nation if they were offered the position of the Prime Minister.
I started thinking about what my initiatives would be after becoming the PM. The first thing came in my mind was the roads. I thought of the developing the roads in the cities and highways connecting them, which would eventually contribute to the nations economy by ease of transport, decreased transport time and increase in fuel efficiency. Then I started thinking about the contractors whom these jobs are handed over by the government. I visualised the scenario of the Pune roads in the aftermath of the heavy rains. I thought about the corruption executed behind the scenes.
I then visualised a scene in the Marathi flick, 'Dombivili Fast', the scene of a corrupt tanker guy. Then the thought went to the ineffective water reservation in the city. Then I started comparing the efficiency of water here and back home, and I suddenly remembered someone telling me about the filtration of water in the UK, which is, I suppose, seven times the process in Pune.
Till here the story was about the development of nation, patriotism and change, but it started taking a unique mode. I recalled one of my friend's friend, who used to drink the tap water, which was told to me by a friend. He also told me about his friend's hectic lifestyle in here, due to a part-time job and studies, which eventually resulted in strong depression due to isolation. I then thought about my life since I've come here, which is not at all bad, I murmured in satisfaction.
Then I recalled the degree show I had visited in the first week of my study. There was a research presentation, which was on design against depression and suicidal behaviour. I thought how would design change one's behaviour, towards suicidal feelings. I felt that this topic is related to my current Master's project in some way. My Master's project is on, 'how can online social networking website help people unite and build up their confidence'.
Thinking about confidence, I recalled the days in my under graduation, when I had built up some muscles and was feeling confident to socialise, which wasn't the same before. I thought of exercising and muscle building. I remembered a video of Aamir Khan building up his muscles, and the way he was determined and disciplined for a year to get the perfect shape.
I thought of making a timetable of my daily routine and include exercise in it. Timetable made me think about the last attempts of mine to follow a strict routine, and failing them in spite of writing it boldly and putting it on the display board in my room.
Thinking about the display board, I recollected the coming presentation, which was based on the display of our spaces in the studio. I need to prepare for it, I thought.
Leaving for the studio, I giggled about the 'mind wandering' process I was going through, and told myself, "Welcome to reality again."
Yesterday, I was thinking about the rules and regulations for the public and the mindsets of the people here. I became patriotic, thinking about the situation back home, the increasing poverty and need of a developed infrastructure, etc. Then the thought went towards how can things be developed? While surfing through the bbc news website, I found a page where different people across India, from grocer to a software engineer, had expressed their views about what would be their position in the development of the nation if they were offered the position of the Prime Minister.
I started thinking about what my initiatives would be after becoming the PM. The first thing came in my mind was the roads. I thought of the developing the roads in the cities and highways connecting them, which would eventually contribute to the nations economy by ease of transport, decreased transport time and increase in fuel efficiency. Then I started thinking about the contractors whom these jobs are handed over by the government. I visualised the scenario of the Pune roads in the aftermath of the heavy rains. I thought about the corruption executed behind the scenes.
I then visualised a scene in the Marathi flick, 'Dombivili Fast', the scene of a corrupt tanker guy. Then the thought went to the ineffective water reservation in the city. Then I started comparing the efficiency of water here and back home, and I suddenly remembered someone telling me about the filtration of water in the UK, which is, I suppose, seven times the process in Pune.
Till here the story was about the development of nation, patriotism and change, but it started taking a unique mode. I recalled one of my friend's friend, who used to drink the tap water, which was told to me by a friend. He also told me about his friend's hectic lifestyle in here, due to a part-time job and studies, which eventually resulted in strong depression due to isolation. I then thought about my life since I've come here, which is not at all bad, I murmured in satisfaction.
Then I recalled the degree show I had visited in the first week of my study. There was a research presentation, which was on design against depression and suicidal behaviour. I thought how would design change one's behaviour, towards suicidal feelings. I felt that this topic is related to my current Master's project in some way. My Master's project is on, 'how can online social networking website help people unite and build up their confidence'.
Thinking about confidence, I recalled the days in my under graduation, when I had built up some muscles and was feeling confident to socialise, which wasn't the same before. I thought of exercising and muscle building. I remembered a video of Aamir Khan building up his muscles, and the way he was determined and disciplined for a year to get the perfect shape.
I thought of making a timetable of my daily routine and include exercise in it. Timetable made me think about the last attempts of mine to follow a strict routine, and failing them in spite of writing it boldly and putting it on the display board in my room.
Thinking about the display board, I recollected the coming presentation, which was based on the display of our spaces in the studio. I need to prepare for it, I thought.
Leaving for the studio, I giggled about the 'mind wandering' process I was going through, and told myself, "Welcome to reality again."
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