And years pass by.
The question remains
Do we really flow
Like the river does.
Or is it just
An another day.
All hue and cry
But no Glow…
Monday, January 4, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Slow But Steady March Ahead...
2009.
-----
A year full of
event... movement...
introspection... retrospection...
pain... gain...
hope... mope...
fright... light...
divine...benign.........
The above may sound poetic... Actually it is not... It has been what it has been... I am happy and positive now about "My Life"...
Shall I call it My Life?
NO... I have no right to call THIS life MY LIFE...
I only have the right to lead it the way it should be led...
With this resolution I slowly but steadily march ahead into 2010...
~Sattu
:-)
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Silence...
After a long time words seem to come out of the oblivion. Welcome!!!
Things have moved on since I blogged the last post [or posted the last blog, whichever sounds good :-)].
Words are nothing but an indefatigable outpour of emotions from deep churnings in some remote corner of the heart. The more they are used the more thirsty we feel. The more we silence them the more our Self opens up. Words have always betrayed me; when I need them the most I could not find the least. The more I spoke, the worst I felt. I was bewildered. It was in this state of internal mayhem when I came across a phrase; SILENCE IS THE LANGUAGE OF GOD. A simple but a strong statement. All these days I wondered what it meant.
It is only recently that I started experiencing the essence of this statement. Again, words fall short to explain the essence. It is an experience (to feel) in the core of our heart; an on going realization. It is like peeling off the upper layers of onion to find some more inner layer. I am enjoying the peeling off!!!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Gandhigiri or Gandhi's Chapal???
What is this hue and cry about Gandhian artifacts?
It seems they have become more important then the Gandhian ideologies, which he followed first, preached then and finally died for!!!
I could very vividly recount from the film "Lage Raho Munna-Bhia" where the Gandhian character potrayed by Dilip Prabhavalkar says that let all his status be felled, let all his photo-frames be removed from walls, let his name be erased from all buildings, roads... If we want to keep him somewhere then keep him in our HEART.
And here what are we doing: creating controversies out of things which even Gandhi would have hardly cared about.
I strongly feel that we should stop showing this hypocritical "LOVE" for Gandhi by caring so much for his chapals, observing dry day on 2nd October and, above all, calling him Bapu, THE FATHER OF NATION. More that respecting him by doing so, I feel from the inner core of my heart, we are INSULTING him. We, like a sincere-disobedient child, are going far-far away on those tracks, which in all his earnest he would have abhorred.
Has Gandhi's glasses, chapals become more important than his GANDHIGIRI? A question we all need to ask ourselves.
It seems they have become more important then the Gandhian ideologies, which he followed first, preached then and finally died for!!!
I could very vividly recount from the film "Lage Raho Munna-Bhia" where the Gandhian character potrayed by Dilip Prabhavalkar says that let all his status be felled, let all his photo-frames be removed from walls, let his name be erased from all buildings, roads... If we want to keep him somewhere then keep him in our HEART.
And here what are we doing: creating controversies out of things which even Gandhi would have hardly cared about.
I strongly feel that we should stop showing this hypocritical "LOVE" for Gandhi by caring so much for his chapals, observing dry day on 2nd October and, above all, calling him Bapu, THE FATHER OF NATION. More that respecting him by doing so, I feel from the inner core of my heart, we are INSULTING him. We, like a sincere-disobedient child, are going far-far away on those tracks, which in all his earnest he would have abhorred.
Has Gandhi's glasses, chapals become more important than his GANDHIGIRI? A question we all need to ask ourselves.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Every End Has A New Beginning
Yesterday, I typed my last email from my HP email id. It was a "bye-bye" email. Earlier I decided not to write but now I am happy that I wrote one. Surprisingly, I was not sad. Though some of my "ex"-colleagues told that it was an emotionally charged email.
Earlier I used to wonder how would my last day look like and yesterday I experienced it. It was a bright sunny day with clouds coming and going (a precursor to my life :-)).
Day has moved from Yesterday to Today and so has Life in search of a NEW beginning...
Adieu, sayonara, do svidania, bye-bye
Earlier I used to wonder how would my last day look like and yesterday I experienced it. It was a bright sunny day with clouds coming and going (a precursor to my life :-)).
Day has moved from Yesterday to Today and so has Life in search of a NEW beginning...
Adieu, sayonara, do svidania, bye-bye
Sunday, November 30, 2008
American Dream... Indian Reality
Every morning we get up with American Dream in eyes to the Indian Reality as soon as we come out of bed. Everything around us is going bad and added to this is terrorism, now rampant on streets.
Our "great" political fraternity cannot come together even for one common cause of fighting terrorism which ,I am pretty sure, cannot be a vote-bank for any of the political parties, regional or national. TERRORISM IS NOT GOING TO SPARE EVEN THE "GREAT" POLITICAL PARTIES. Why are our political leaders so paralyzed to understand this? When will they realize that enough is enough? It is such a shame to the "largest" and "the most populous" democracy of the world.
Terrorism made its first appearance almost two decades ago but still we are no where near to taking a concrete step, leave alone finding a permanent solution to "this" menacing problem.
Can I dare to say what Commodus, the emperor of Rome, said to Maximus in the movie Gladiator, "They ravaged your wife again and again and again and she moaned like a whore"?
"TERRORISM IS RAVAGING INDIA AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND SHE IS MOANING LIKE A WHORE".
But until when?
Our "great" political fraternity cannot come together even for one common cause of fighting terrorism which ,I am pretty sure, cannot be a vote-bank for any of the political parties, regional or national. TERRORISM IS NOT GOING TO SPARE EVEN THE "GREAT" POLITICAL PARTIES. Why are our political leaders so paralyzed to understand this? When will they realize that enough is enough? It is such a shame to the "largest" and "the most populous" democracy of the world.
Terrorism made its first appearance almost two decades ago but still we are no where near to taking a concrete step, leave alone finding a permanent solution to "this" menacing problem.
Can I dare to say what Commodus, the emperor of Rome, said to Maximus in the movie Gladiator, "They ravaged your wife again and again and again and she moaned like a whore"?
"TERRORISM IS RAVAGING INDIA AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND SHE IS MOANING LIKE A WHORE".
But until when?
Monday, September 8, 2008
The Music And The Song Of The Wood
A river that has
meandered through
the caverns of rough weather,
has lived a life long enough.
And moved and moved before wither
Into the wonder that stood
with open arms and with shelters
for all.
And moved and moved before wither
Into the wonder that stood
with open arms and with shelters
for all.
It is but the deep blue waters.
The turbulence and chaos,
the restlessness that grows
mounts and mounts when
the river flows.
The calmness and peace,
that movement, that ease
comes and comes with...
she, sea and the breeze.
All pains are gone.
Gone are the belongings.
All pleasures are gone.
Gone are the longings.
What remains is the music
and the song of the wood.
Once she travelled by
in her early childhood.
The turbulence and chaos,
the restlessness that grows
mounts and mounts when
the river flows.
The calmness and peace,
that movement, that ease
comes and comes with...
she, sea and the breeze.
All pains are gone.
Gone are the belongings.
All pleasures are gone.
Gone are the longings.
What remains is the music
and the song of the wood.
Once she travelled by
in her early childhood.
Monday, August 11, 2008
What binds: adversity or prosperity?
Can I dare to say, "Pain is public and pleasure is personal!!!". We are tempted to share our adversity but we seldom do share our prosperity.
When Mumbai was flooded all hands came together to give (and take) support to (and from) each other. All bounds fell apart. All divides perished. Everyone was "one". For the first time the color of blood was "one". It was, probably, an ideal condition, a true unity in diversity. For the first time humans behaved humanly!!! What a paradoxical situation: joy in adversity!!!
Time passed, tears dried and life returned to normalcy in Mumbai. Then one fine day something happened. Once again the hands came together. This time not to wipe tears but be the reason for their tears. What happened to the new found unity. Lost... again. The color of blood... dissolved. Humans became beast. What a paradox: pain in prosperity!!!
How can "adversity" be general and "prosperity" be personal?
When Mumbai was flooded all hands came together to give (and take) support to (and from) each other. All bounds fell apart. All divides perished. Everyone was "one". For the first time the color of blood was "one". It was, probably, an ideal condition, a true unity in diversity. For the first time humans behaved humanly!!! What a paradoxical situation: joy in adversity!!!
Time passed, tears dried and life returned to normalcy in Mumbai. Then one fine day something happened. Once again the hands came together. This time not to wipe tears but be the reason for their tears. What happened to the new found unity. Lost... again. The color of blood... dissolved. Humans became beast. What a paradox: pain in prosperity!!!
How can "adversity" be general and "prosperity" be personal?
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Study is the easiest thing to do...
When I was young my father used to say,"Study is the easiest thing to do. Earning livlihood without being educated is very tough. Therefore, learn first and then earn from it." I did listen to him but not completely; may be to the extent that I was able to "get" a decent job in a decent multi-national company, the ultimate parameter to quantify that their investment has finally paided off. I am sure my parents are satisfied with my petty "achievement". But one question keeps on popping up in my mind, "Is studying, in reality, the easiest thing to do today?"
Tough competition, increasing peer pressure, increasing parental pressure, limited scope. Where are we heading? What are we aiming at? What is the goal of our life?
Every morning we ask our children to see the sky and aim for the rising sun. That innocent and ignorant child is baffled and confused by the vastness of the sky. He is scared. He is desparately longing for a hand which can help him build his own castle, create his own "rising sun". He does get a hand but it point to the morning rising sun. You have to become like that. And what about the child's dream? Before he could start dreaming the very idea of "dreaming" is killed.
Sometimes I cannot help thinking that uneducated people are wiser than the educated ones. Atleast they are not part of a rat race which "so called" educated people are. Every "educated" people wants be in the race even if it means losing everything else (our values, our principles, our morality, our etiqettes and above all our sensitivity). Hmmmmm... We educated illiterates!!!
The more educated we are, the more emphasis we give to things which tickles and titillates our five senses. Our wisedom which would otherwise become multidimensional, unfortunately "evolves" to become biased and unidimensional.
By the time we realise that "the morning sun" has started burning us, it may be too late. The question remains unanswered, "Is studying, in reality, the easiest thing to do today?"
Tough competition, increasing peer pressure, increasing parental pressure, limited scope. Where are we heading? What are we aiming at? What is the goal of our life?
Every morning we ask our children to see the sky and aim for the rising sun. That innocent and ignorant child is baffled and confused by the vastness of the sky. He is scared. He is desparately longing for a hand which can help him build his own castle, create his own "rising sun". He does get a hand but it point to the morning rising sun. You have to become like that. And what about the child's dream? Before he could start dreaming the very idea of "dreaming" is killed.
Sometimes I cannot help thinking that uneducated people are wiser than the educated ones. Atleast they are not part of a rat race which "so called" educated people are. Every "educated" people wants be in the race even if it means losing everything else (our values, our principles, our morality, our etiqettes and above all our sensitivity). Hmmmmm... We educated illiterates!!!
The more educated we are, the more emphasis we give to things which tickles and titillates our five senses. Our wisedom which would otherwise become multidimensional, unfortunately "evolves" to become biased and unidimensional.
By the time we realise that "the morning sun" has started burning us, it may be too late. The question remains unanswered, "Is studying, in reality, the easiest thing to do today?"
Monday, June 16, 2008
A life yet to lead
A life yet to lead
A journey yet to start
A wound yet to bleed
A plan yet to chart
A sorrow yet to grieve
A glory yet to shine
A flow yet to reeve
A dinner yet to dine
A charity yet to begin
A destination yet to reach
A song yet to sing
A gospel yet to preach
A dream yet to live
A conclusion yet to arrive
A gift yet to give
A sentiment yet to drive
A love yet to find
A priority yet to number
A business yet to mind
And
A walk yet to remember
A journey yet to start
A wound yet to bleed
A plan yet to chart
A sorrow yet to grieve
A glory yet to shine
A flow yet to reeve
A dinner yet to dine
A charity yet to begin
A destination yet to reach
A song yet to sing
A gospel yet to preach
A dream yet to live
A conclusion yet to arrive
A gift yet to give
A sentiment yet to drive
A love yet to find
A priority yet to number
A business yet to mind
And
A walk yet to remember
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