Riding the Tides

You know, there are things that we do over and over again for a considerable period of our life and then, someday we stop doing them, for whatever reasons. We never know if they were for good or bad, for they in their time never held any meaning. Then one day we stop doing them. All  they give us are memories, some cherishable and some not so.

The one thing I’m doing ever since I learnt to control handles and balance, is ride. Ride, to and fro, carrying people at my back.

The 2-wheelers that I’ve used are –

1. BSA SLR – Bicycle.

BSA SLR Image

2. Kinetic Luna Super Star – A bicycle with an engine, a clutch and accelerator.

luna

3. Hero Puch Shakti 3G – A mini demon. The smallest geared bikes with the smallest of engines – a mere 65CC.

Hero Puch Shakti 3g

4. You’ve all already met my 4th companion, Bajaj Pulsar 180CC – One of the oldest and proudest giants in the history of Bajaj sporting bikes in India. Without it, I’m lost.

My Ride

During my schooling and engineering, my brother rode as my pillion. They were fun times. Nothing except the rides changed over the years. From bicycle to Luna to Shakti, that part of our life is one the longest case of the association between brothers and their rides. We rode for long hours and I don’t remember him, even once, asking me to let him ride. He was happy and content, at the back, watching the world and giving all sorts of running commentary, describing the surroundings. Watching girls, eateries, escaping seniors, riding in the rain – through love and through fight, those days will forever remain fresh.

There was one instance when while returning from our school, it was raining really hard. I decided to have some fun and starting riding through puddles of rainwater, which soaked all of his shoes from the inside. I kept doing it, when in a fit, he opened his water bottle and emptied it straight into my shoes, and all this 60 kmph. We laughed all the way to our home. One of the happiest memories I have with him.

We’ve had our share of accidents as well, when in all the occasions, he jumped off well before the fate hit us. He is thankfully smart in those situations when I’m not. Twice in those accidents, I hair-cracked my left shoulder. But they never deterred me

Then my ride changed to Pulsar and the speed at which I normally rode changed. I remember once, when he was in Bangalore, spending time on bench in his company, I used to drop him to his office. We used to take the ‘Nice’ road. It was one clean and zero traffic road, 16 kms in length. We reached 120 kmph one day. He simply closed his eyes and felt the speed while I just enjoyed the fastest that I had ever ridden, things passing by me in time smaller than the blink of an eye. I miss those moments.

Then came my wife, and so changed my speed. All she ever has said about my riding is – “You are the only one with whom I don’t try to balance the bike”. I clearly am her favorite!

Riding is also the time, I think about my life the most. I contemplate all serious issues, when I’m seated on my bike. I have my commentary running for all that while. “Government must ban all women and old drivers”, “Why the fuck does everyone change their lines at the last moments”, “What happened to them indicators” yada yada.

And then there’s my favorite song by Joe Satriani – “Ride” – that defines some philosophies of my life –

This clearly is my favorite daily ritual!

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Harda – A Seed is Sown

A trip back in time will definitely take me to a day in Harda. It’s a tiny town at the heart of Madhya Pradesh. Unnoticeable railway station, shabby outdoors, pathetic roads, and yet an amazingly calm and earthly demeanor that makes you feel at home.

I first met this place on a wet day. Me and my brother were to appear for an entrance test at our first convent school. It was tough – for English was never our forte. They kept talking to us in that foreign language all the while getting us to appear for tests in Mathematics, Science, and English. I don’t remember the marks I scored then, but the principal seemed pretty satisfied with however we had performed. I remember dad buying our books, notebooks, and our uniforms from their stationery shop. I remember the parking, the church, buildings under construction, ducks, birds, green color of the wet trees, incessant rain, and the hooting from the trains passing by the nearby railway station.

By the time, we completed the admission formalities, we got late and dad decided to buy us dinner from a nearby market. I remember us searching for food throughout the town in that rain. The rain, the rain, I just can’t get that rain out of my head. It just never drizzled. It poured all day so hard and with such ferocity, it forced shopkeepers to stay in and finding an eatery was hard. After much search though, we found a street side vendor selling CHAAT and GOLGAPPE (Pani Puri) in a deserted street.

GOLGAPPE – ones that I was going to remember for all my life. Now to let all of you in on what GOLGAPPE are all about, let me show you a picture and the procedure on how they are served –

Pani Puri

These are served with a filling made from potatoes and peas and later filled with tangy tamarind or mango water. You then put the whole thing at one go inside your mouth and let it blast inside, leaving a heavenly taste on your tongue and on the cheek walls. Now, these are so thin, they tend to sog even with mild moisture in the air and that day, it was pouring. So to add some taste to them, he added hot fillings, off the stove. There were no potatoes, only peas and I’m yet to taste anything like that till date. Somehow he had added magic.

When we returned though, all I remember having was a rather unwelcome feeling of separation!

What I’d like to visit from that day again –

1. The GOLGAPPE.

2. The railway station.

3. That rain.

4. That school compound.

5. I’d like to know the marks I scored in my English test.

What I’d like to skip on my next visit –

NOTHING!

Lets see what others have for this prompt

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The Greatest Rescue Act

I’ve had the best day of the past 7 years. They’ve been rough. They’ve degraded my mind, my thinking, and my personality. They’ve killed a lot of my ambitions and some of my body parts too (not that one though, don’t think dirty)!

But 14th of March 2014 will forever embolden me. Today, after a real struggle lasting 4 years, is the day I finally break into the Indian financial market again. Finally the credit bureau CIBIL recognized my credit worthiness. Finally my buying power soars – again.

I’ve made mistakes, but no more. I’m smarter and I’ll behave smarter. My decisions will now make an impact on the lives of all my favorite people – for better!

This incidentally is also the day when two of the greatest Indian batsmen Rahul Dravid and VVS Laxman broke the 15 test match Australian winning streak in 2001 in Kolkata. That was one of the greatest rescue acts ever in test cricket. It was day 4 when they batted through the day and not only saved the match for India but led them to a 171 run victory!

This day now has now witnessed two such acts – one saved a test match in cricket and the other saved a test match of life.

Me Out Of Me!

I’ll today acknowledge that I’ve never had incidents that laid all the odds against me. After a lot of hard and furious thinking, life as I know it isn’t as bad as I sometimes think. I’ve had difficult times, but never a crisis (leaving an isolated incident). Life hasn’t yet thrown at me what I can’t handle. I’m yet to find myself at the receiving end of grief and I’m thankful for it. I’ve always been the more responsible person, the saviour, the guardian for people who want me there and I thank life and my parents for it. They grew me into a hard son-of-a-gun that I am and I won’t fail to admit that I am one. They bred in me top-end survival instincts that always made me stand clear of trouble.

Nothing special. What I’m about to tell you must at all costs be avoided and never attempted in real life. Although I did it, doesn’t mean you’ll pull it off too.

They gave me hands to catch that running train that I so nearly missed. Headphones plugged in my ears, I got off my train to buy a book at Bhilai Power House station. Train stop scheduled at sharp 2 minutes. In a frenzy to select one as fast as could, I forgot to check on the train. It had started to move very fast and my coach had already passed me.

They gave me legs to sprint now, Usain Bolt style, to at least grab one handle of any one of the remaining three coaches. I started running as fast as I could, put out my hands, one push, fail. Second push, I grabbed it with all power available in my young hands. Such was the grip that I flew with the train but my momentum and power joined to help me grab the far handle too.

They gave me the will to pull it off. As I sat at the doorsteps of that coach facing out, huffing and puffing, watching those trees and stones fast blow by me, knees against my forehead, I realized how confident was I to pull something like this off. Many thinner ones may have blown off that handle, many bulkier ones may have never got that far. I did and not only made it inside, I lived to tell the tale too.

Thank You Mom and Dad for making me out of me! I’m yet to lose!

Lets see what others are writing about this supremely intelligent daily prompt

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Daily Prompt – Generation XYZ

We-Are-the-Facebook-Generation

To understand a generation, we need to understand what generation means in the first place. A generation by a dictionary means –

The average period, generally considered to be about thirty years, during which children are born and grow up, become adults, and begin to have children of their own“.

Welcome to our generation. Our generation that grew up hearing songs on CD players hung by our belts, grew up to carrying mp3 players and then iPods. Our generation that saw an internet boom, fought Y2k. Our generation that’s seen wars breaking states and countries into two. We probably witnessed the rise and spread of a technology revolution so big that it now has changed the lives for every living being on this planet. Things are now small enough to be held on the pore of our fingers which once couldn’t be held in hand bag.

We are the generation that believes that our future beckons to technology while we continue to value things that our parents taught us. We are the hybrids – the best of everything if we have our head in place and yet the worst of everything if we’ve lost it.

The generation that succeeds us, lets just say, gives up way too easily. They are weak hearted and weaker minded. They are affected more by movies and Facebook than their parents. Since I don’t have kids and I deride the next generation, ones that were born even a decade later, I’m going to talk about the generation that preceded us. We have tons to learn from them and yet tons to throw away what we learnt from them.

Our parents were strong for they believed more in human communication and touch. We learn senses. They weathered freedom struggles, wars of the worst kinds and yet survived to tell their tales. We learn toughness. They invented so much, we can’t help but wonder if we would still be the whiz-kids had they not laid the foundations. They invented bits and bytes. They invented memories. They gave the non-living, the brain to decide – yes or no. We can never waylay their contribution to the humanity.

My parents never failed to bring me in touch with that facet of their times. They taught me to see and think different. It’s a different side if I actually did it. But they tried their best. They cheered me up when I raised my first cricket bat. They were open-minded, for I was travelling alone in public buses responsibly taking care of my brother and his friend, when I was 8 years old. They taught me responsibility. Through the ups and downs of their lives, they taught me humility.

Crazy as I may sound now but our preceding generation tried teaching us society when they should have taught humanity. They taught us jealousy when it was competition we needed. They tried teaching us pride but all they really emanated was ego. We learnt to see the blackness in people first than embrace the truth of their deeds.

In this internet age, when the world is literally at our fingertips, we should try instilling hope, pride and humanity in our children than burn them early in their childhoods all the while suppressing their basic need for necessary freedom.

And I learnt this from my parents. Freedom if imparted carefully turns into responsibility much better than any other virtue.

To Home and Back – 4 days full of bliss

Sometimes we just need vacations. To run away from our mundane life and the same fucked up people we meet everyday to meet new ones. I needed this vacation. I was sick and tired of the sickening fucked up home and such life. After all that my wife and I bore together in the past few months, both of us desperately needed a vacation or at bare minimum, a change of location. I had tried applying for vacations twice but one got turned down and the other wasn’t even given a heed in my office. But my last attempt got cleared and 2 days and a weekend was what we had to reboot our heads.

It’d been a long time since my brothers marriage and we hadn’t seen our parents and somewhere deep within our hearts, we owed them a visit. So,we decided to rather see them and save our money than run away to some hill station and spend all that we had saved.

It turned out to be a fantastic decision at the end.

The first day was normal stay at home and we just slept through it. A simple foray into a market and we got my mother her most favorite Pineapple cake. Soft and sumptuous as it was, we just couldn’t resist digging our fingers into it but wait was what was in store for us. We also had to go see my in-laws and once we were late to return from there, my parents had already slept. So tired as we were, a simple hug and a birthday wish was all we could offer her that night before we all slept again.

The next day was packed for activities which included a visit to my parents favorite temple – Mahakaleshwar in Ujjain (M.P.). We woke up and got ready in a haste to reach the temple as early as possible so we don’t get to face the extreme heat. But this was my mum’s birthday and the cake cutting was in order. The cake was duly cut and dug in and she absolutely loved it. We then boarded a taxi and started for our journey. Quite frankly, as you will all see from our faces, we are a family of die-hard foodies. And one particular restaurant “Pappu Da Dhaba” holds special fondness among us. It serves hot breakfast with tea and just totally makes our day with it’s taste. The best part is, it’s located exactly at the half way point between Bhopal and Indore and completely satiates any hunger for the rest of the day. Here is one picture of the route I took with my phone’s camera –

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It was a glorious day, bathed in sunshine, with mild heat emanating from the ground, making it so much more comfortable. I hadn’t had a field day in months and I was absorbing all that nature had to offer. We reached Ujjain in around 3.5 hours and headed straight to the temple.

To learn more about Ujjain, please click the link below –

http://ujjaintourism.in/

The temple hosts Lord Shiva in his most glorious of forms. As taking pictures inside the temple isn’t allowed, I couldn’t get any but they certainly are available all over the net. Try and search it out for yourself or visit this site –

http://dic.mp.nic.in/ujjain/mahakal/default.aspx

On normal days, the temple is absolutely packed full of pilgrims at all times but for some strange reason, we were quite early there that day even at 12:30 pm and the temple to our collective sighing souls was fully available for view at our discretion. Here are some pictures we took at the pavement –

This is my family (from the left) – wife, dad and mom!

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Indian rituals wherein we tie threads to trees for every prayer or wish we want to come true –

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We then went from temple to temple, all of whom held historical significance and here are some pictures from them –

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By the time we were done with the 4th temple, moms feet had given away and we decided to direct our journey back for home. It got very cloudy and then rainy by the time we re-crossed the same “Pappu Da Dhaba” but that didn’t deter us from taking a tea break there. Here are some pictures from the way I think are worth noting –

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I was surprised to see something that mom and wife had bought right outside the main temple – a Rudraksh that contained nearly all the elements that pertain to Lord Shiva. I think it’s fantastic. I have tried washing them and nothing but some paint has come off it for I just couldn’t believe that something of this sort could exist, so apparently it may be real too –

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Coming home, late that evening, I couldn’t help but realize how nature tries and holds it’s course while all that humans do gets dissolved in it. We pollute it and then we preserve it but how it has stayed pure at its roots is something what should teach us – to hold on to our firm pure roots.

The third day was my moms kitty party and oh man – how do us guys then realize that we aren’t even welcome home for those 4 hours. They despise us, hate us and then it’s left up to our better judgement to find a place where we can spend those 4 hours loafering around the city. It was that afternoon that I tasted peppermint right from it’s leaves in a nursery. It was heavenly.

The next evening after a lunch at my in-laws, we left back for Delhi.

I loved the journey and couldn’t help but share it with you guys.

Thanks for reading.

Independence

Independence.

Independence from the British empire 67 years ago – a nation is born. Powers traded. 90 years of freedom fighting, people killed – all to conquer a land, that had more gold than all worlds combined.

Independence – to us it stands for countless lives spent to attain it.

It’s been 67 years and we are yet to move on. We still linger in the debts of the heavy past that somehow seems to still drive our nation to the wild. Is this in our nature to live in the past? We keep condemning what happened then and we base our relationships and opinions and generate hatred for the people who frankly are suffering way more than most of us can imagine. Them and us – we are scared. People who want simple lives and wish to attain basic goals either get killed or live in persistent fear of getting killed in one or the other terrorist attacks. Terrorists – who are fuelled by hatred towards people across the border.

What have we turned our independence into? Is it a grant we have taken? Is the only meaning of independence – literal? Doesn’t it define our responsibility towards the people who govern our country by forming a government and who form the public? Why is hatred such an important part of what we do and does it make sense to base it on a forgettable past? We need to learn. Learn to take care of each other not as brothers or sisters but as humans. It’s the deepest relation. We shouldn’t need anything more.

Yet we kill and praise killing. I salute all those who spend their lives saving the public of their respective countries. From their perspective, it’s what they should do else they’ll be killed as well.

After 67 years of independence, shouldn’t we move forward from amongst the shadows of our past and into a brighter future for our future generations to see our country as worth living. Nothing would make me prouder to see our youngsters say – we have loved our country for what it has been but we are here to move it forward with a stronger root and greener branches.

Please bring peace to each other. Give yourself a break from treating each other like shit. Killing does nothing but bring us into the class of several others who don’t value human lives.

Whatever the measures, get it done with once and for all. We have wasted enough resources and blood for petty issues that are used for political mileage over and over again. Is this what our future will be all about?

We need to change before it’s too late!!!

Dave Mustaine v/s Metallica

I know I know. I’m too small and too uneducated a human to judge anything about these Gods of metal!

Still, I think Metallica lost a lot in losing Dave Mustaine. They could have been what no one in future could ever have been. On a positive note though, with their separation, may be Dave got what he always would have yearned for – a huge creative room for excellence which he has constantly displayed through Megadeth! And hence, we now have not one but two super great Metal bands in Megadeth and Metallica!

All hail Megadeth and Metallica – from a forever fan of metal!

Spell-Casted under!

For any of you wondering why I have written my posts in third person, it has a very personal touch to it.

As a kid, I always felt a bit let down by myself for I could never expressed myself. Not once. I guess from somewhere it got programmed into me that what your parents tell you is the best for you and everyone else around you. “Fair enough”, – I may have thought. But what they failed to tell me is I need to talk to let myself out of the cage which was fast filling up with crying, yelling, screaming, dying ideas. It was a young mind. I may have had a thousand things I may have said or told but none ever came out. And so died the ideas, the thoughts and the spirit. The funny thing is, I never got the thought that it was my muted-ness that was letting me down and it could be corrected. Even funnier is the thought that I always believed that people are forever gonna be around me to correct me, to guide me ‘coz if they ever were, they were never around to hear me, feel me. help me. Not that I blame them, for all of them had their own skeletons in their closets to deal with. They dealt with them, could deal with them for they were mature. I couldn’t as I was small. I didn’t know what it meant and what it’s repercussions were. By the time I was prepared enough to deal with them, so was my life to fuck me over and over till nothing but shambles remained. The problem was, my skeletons never came out. They remained, they remain and will forever remain ‘coz they can’t be revealed. They can destroy my world.

But it wasn’t like me right now. I talk, I say what I believe in and I give a fuck to people who say things behind my back for they never have had balls to face me. Face me bullshitters. I will say it if it’s right and condemn it if it’s not. This is me right now – on your face.

This is me but the childhood guy was him. The one I despise, the one I hate for he ruined my life. He is my past. I wish I could just push him into a closet and lock the door forever but I can’t. He is strong. He has powers over me, ones I can’t escape, ones I’m spell-casted under.

Funnily enough, Winamp is playing songs that are fueling my rage to its absolute limit –

1. Words are weapons by Eminem

2. Fall into sleep by Mudvayne.

Unforgettable Past – ITARSI – The Escapade!

He was 6 years old. His second school after his father got transferred from Bilaspur which then belonged to state Madhya Pradesh (now Chhattisgarh). It was his first day at his new school. Far away from his home, he wasn’t used to the alien feeling. He was small and was about to do something that will forever force him to do, only the unthinkable.

Father took him to his new school in his Jeep. He entered the main wrought iron gate of the school – Shri Tagore Vidya Mandir. Like it was his habit from his earlier school from the same town, he started looking for his class. Roamed around for a while and found it wasn’t on the ground floor. Those small feet then climbed the roughly cemented stairs. He was perplexed – why were all the others were wearing red shorts, and his were green? Never having known the concept of mediums in a school, he matched feet to feet and proudly entered his class, having found it on the first floor. He was half an hour early. He entered never having noticed the teacher who was sitting with the kids. She saw the boy with the green pants. She got up from her place and without asking a single question, slapped the boy hard on his left cheek. And then another. She yelled – ‘Baahar jaao yahaan se (Get out of the class)’!

And he promptly did so, shedding tears not because of the stinging pain on his cheek but for the sheer embarrassment that the incident had impaled in his heart. He cried, cried loudly when a maid heard him. But he didn’t notice. She yelled out at the boy for roaming around on the campus and there came another slap on the same cheek. He hadn’t yet spoken a word on the alien land and had already been assaulted thrice. He forgot the face of the teacher with the last slap but will forever remember the face of the maid – the stroke was ferocious. The boy sat on a tampered round-about, looking at that wrought iron gate that brought him into this hell. And in a fit of rage, decided to open it for he had quit. This was not how he wanted it!

He stood on his toes, slowly and silently opened the gate, got out, leaving the gate hanging limply on its hinges. He smelt freedom, still crying.

He knew his way home. Never once thinking about the distance, he started walking. Wandering around, he saw the relieving sight of the railway station. He saw the rails. He saw the ever-so-fascinating engines. Tears blurred his vision as he started crossing the web of rails never aware of the danger. Guess he never knew danger. He was so small. He was just 6 years old.

Getting across the station and into his favorite empty street, plunging trees caving in from the right and the rails on the left. He now knew what he was looking for. He was looking for a clinic where his father would bring him for treatment when he got sick. He knew that the road from this clinic, drove straight to his home. He had forgotten his tired legs, thirst, hunger – for he knew his way home now, joy bleeding from his heart. Home where his mother will greet him. He found the clinic. Finally relieved, he kept walking.

Then a miracle happened, small as the place was, a driver from his father’s office noticed the boy, took him in his Jeep and took him home.

He was then a happy wanderer!

——-***——–

Remember, I once announced that I’ll rewrite some of my posts. This is the first of the series!

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Unforgettable past – Jabalpur

There’s a lot of your past you wish you could forget – like erased blank… swish… wiped off of your memory slate. Then there is your past that you just can’t forget. Not that it affects you but its a huge burden on your brain to carry and you wish you could just write it off onto your blog for good. The latter is what this post is about.

Cues:-

Summer vacations.

Trains.

Food.

Stations.

Forests.

Rails.

Rivers.

Toy cars.

A huge house.

Lots of people.

The compulsory siesta.

Playful evenings.

Watering.

Food.

Kulfi (Sweet Indian summer delicacy).

Rains.

A lot of people around will find these dots really easy to connect. I want to write it out ’cause I don’t want to retain them yet remember them forever – kind of memoir to myself – only for my personal use. These are recollections from (last) – a 13-year-old fat boy who diluted a relationship on a very bad note and will regret it forever for he never got say the final adieu.

His summer vacations would last for about 75 days as these were the hottest months in his part of the country. All he knew was it was time for indoor afternoons and fun & frolicking evenings with no homework, coolers, mangoes, lychees, lots of sleep, lots of cricket, ludo, carom, puzzle, TV, cartoons, video games. Just him and his brother enjoying and playing with each other. It was a time for all heavenly stuff. Things he never knew, he would love so much but that he would get berated off forever. These days often arrived after he had received his gift for his stand-out performances in school exams – HotWheel cars, cycle, carom board and many others like these. He would be very happy to board the train for that familiar destination. No matter how many times he had been there, it was always fresh for he knew no other world and these represented the only two worlds that he spent his childhood in.

You gotta give it to the place – Jabalpur, Madhya Pradesh, India! Place which gave the world one of the most beautiful scenery in Bhedaghat on the river Narmada. A river bank located purely on marbles! It’s beautiful – the air itself is pure – rather was pure (just been to the place after 11 years and felt a bit let down).

Lets start off with the journey to the place. He couldn’t wait to get inside the train. To get the smell of puri-sabzi at the first station and to feel the wind on his face. To look at the train engines which according to him were a miracle that he could watch everyday on his drive to his school. The rails and the train itself were such a mystery for that small, young mind that he couldn’t (till he got Google) ever fathom how the trains even turned!! The sound of the wheels chugging below his feet, the smoke from the engine entering his nostrils (no matter how gross it would feel to others, he would forever relish that smoke), the sight of the trees passing him by at the speed of light, occasional huts, fields and rails cutting each other running along his train. And then would come the sight he still dreads – a bridge on the river Tawa. The bridge apparently had been labelled dangerous by Indian Railways standards and he would always feel that the train would fall off especially as the bridge had no rails on both the sides. Nothing but a very tall height to fall into. And in between this, a far away sight of a dam. He would always wonder what that dam would look like when in full flow. Never to be experienced though. A lot of stations would pass through for that young mind to remember but he would remember things that made a direct impact on his coming life. He would remember each bridge, each platform, each fort and the smell of each one of them distinctly fresh.

Once he started to near the destination, the air of anticipation would raise the anxiety in his heart for what new and novel would surprise him this time in his second world. Nothing, nothing ever. For nearly 9 years or more on a trot, he would see no significant change. The same route always led him to the same house. The same marketplace, the same buildings, the same under-bridge greeted him. A perfect example of sustainability and persistense.

The house which still stands tall and huge – it reflected the late 80’s Indian modernism. It has seen various colors – white, pink, green and at one instance, he could also remember yellow. Six rooms on the ground floor divided by a wall with 2 doors to connect the 2 sections built with 3 rooms each. The first floor, built quite late is a replica of the section below from the ground floor with rooms that were larger. But no matter what you did and where you were in the house, it always gave the same feel everywhere every single time (wish I had some pictures).

Their welcome was always the same – Nani (maternal grand-mother) would shower them with holy Ganga water and then the entry. Keep the luggage at the proper place and room. Then go about the chores in the house according to time you make an entry in it.

Coming to the chores, a typical day in that household would be something as follows:

Wake up… roll up your bed… place it at its proper place… brush the teeth and freshen up… then it was a choice to either sit with Nanaji (maternal grand-father) and Naniji or go upstairs and have tea with a younger group which included Mama (moms bro), Mami ( Mamas wife) and their children. It was a happening group and he would prefer spending time with anyone but would prefer a place where his mother would prefer to be. Then after a heavy breakfast would be time for a bath in the cold water in the Indian summer… somehow the water always suited him more than any place else. A very clean feel after a bath. Then was the time for indoor games played between all brothers and sisters. This would normally be the time women around would engage in their household works, men would leave for office and Nanaji would spend time reading the newspaper. Games would often include Boggle, ludo, carom and sometimes if the noon was cooler, some cricket as well. He would never forget the days when all of them brothers and sisters would play together in the small porch and the sisters would just cower into corners so they don’t have too get involved in the game. Fun times they would stay. The afternoons comprised of a mandatory siesta. No exceptions for anyone in the household. No sounds. No lights. He hated that period. For he could hardly wait for evenings that would include a heavy dose of cricket, dust, dirt. No matter who would play against him, he would have had to face the boys wrath with the bat. Then return home, for now would be the time for watering the garden and the plants using the water from the hand pumps. This was the best part of his days. The freedom that was allowed to him to perform this chore would be something he would sorely miss all through his life – but he didn’t know it then. All he knew was porch was hot and plants needed water. Water the plants. Then would be turn to get drenched in the same water. This was time to get wet. To get wild with and in water. Unforgettable freshness. Change and then would be the time for dinner. Supper supper supper… super super super… nothing could beat that food for it was his mother that would cook the rotis, dal, veggies and rice. This was normally the time when Mama would return home and after dinner, he would often buy us kulfis. This would also be the time when the entire family would come out into the porch and walk for a while all the while laughing at jokes cracked. In the mean time, the siblings would find time to swing in a swing. It was built to carry at max 4 people at a time, was sturdy and brought with it the feeling of a drowning night. An awesome day was over. Now was the time to show the mosquitoes the power of Baygon. Complete house would get a dose of it. Satisfied with the results, each member would bring their bed and would face absolutely no problem in laying down and sleeping but not before Mama would make his presence felt again. He would make each of the siblings kneel in line on the beds and make them repeat the mantra – La Ila… Il Lil La… Mohammed-e-Rasgullah. Fun it was and it would repeat 60 of the 75 days he would spend there.

He particularly waited for Sundays. They were usually the days when Mama would take them all for a swim in the river Narmada – Gwarighat. Back then, the way to the river was through a jungle, a sparsely populated area. Upon arrival they had to cross the river on a boat which was an absolutely out of the world feeling. To feel the river on his palms would heighten his anticipation of how water would feel like. It was truly amazing! Take off all your extra clothes, get down to your bare essentials and jump into the river. This was where he learnt to swim and he would forever respect the man who taught him to swim (Mama) and the river for letting him learn to swim in it. A good 2-3 hours of frolicking in the water would barely leave him with any energy and when out, they would all dress again and cross the river again on a boat. The sinking feeling of the separation from water would forever lure the boy. But life had to move on and to the next shop upstairs on the ghat. The shop where Mama would make each one of them indulge into Bhajiyas and laddus. He would then be totaled. Even with absolutely nothing left in his body to endure the remaining of the day, he would remain jubilant and never know that he was tired to shit pieces. The first foot on the bed when home, would cover his body with the most tantalizing freshness of a sleep so richly deserved (or thats what he thought).

There had to be days when he had to go and meet his father’s family members. It was normally a day worth of affair and spent peacefully. They were nothing special except for some cricket that he would get to play with his elder brothers.

He loved it and would forever love it. Those days would define his character for the rest of his life. He would learn a lot from those days but the best lesson was – hard work always tastes bitter but reaps sweet rewards.

The child has grown up to be 29 now but nothing would make him forget his longing for the water and he would still dream in red!

In pictures: Calcutta in the 1970s

BBC News – In pictures: Calcutta in the 1970s.

This really is a treasurable collection of old admirable pictures from the biggest city of eastern India. Complete nostalgia for people who would have gone through the era and a lot of visual general knowledge for people like me who were not even born then!

Landscape or carscape?

BBC News – In pictures: Landscape or carscape?.

How cars changed our world, literally! We built our world infrastructure around our four wheeled friends. Roads, landscapes, buildings and henceforth, money! Follow the link, look at the pictures and you’ll know what I’m talking about!

Why do we need a God to worship?

Who is God?

Where is God?

How does this God help save humanity as a virtue?

Why do we need a God to worship?

What is God? Is it so important for the world to have him around so that they could build their faith on an absolutely non-existent entity? Have we seen him? Don’t we believe in the phrase “Seeing is Believing”? Do our grand-parents tell us stories about how God was born in their age and how he could do the amazing things that we, with such a devotion read in our holy books?

According to me, “God” resides in us. The better we get to know ourselves, the closer we get to him. God is a power bestowed upon us by the mother that gave birth to us. It’s also a power that slowly becomes unrecognizable due to a meek human emotion of self-pity. Now let us read why do I say this –

I’ve had a very normal childhood. My parents serenely believe in God. They pray before the idols, taught me to pray before the idols, and I even prayed before the idols. But I never felt safe, secured or loved by praying. I just never have. The only thing I feel secured with are my thoughts. My thoughts about how to take the next step in my career, how to start my preparations to fulfill my next objective and so on. Things that only make me strong. To think about the pros and cons of everything I have done and make sure that all that I do doesn’t hurt any one directly or indirectly. There is no God involved in my thinking. I have a quiet confidence in myself that everything that I do will only be for good of myself and others. Simple case of humane thinking. I do not plan to go on and win the world. I plan to go on and lead a simple life which my family and the people I love adore and that’s how I plan to win my small little world. And I’ll say it again – there is no God as an entity involved in my thinking – only trust, faith and quiet confidence to be a human who loves himself and others as much as he expects others to!

How does self-pity affect my own Godliness? It doesn’t. All that matters to me is my future along with the well being of all the people I love, adore, respect and care for. I don’t think there is a single task that any one of us can’t do in our lives. Frankly I just don’t have time to crib about people and things that are immaterial to me. We are capable of a thousand things and will forever be until we get over self-pity. It is negative, it stops us from being positive. It decelerates our progress. For a better perspective about self-pity, try the following link –

http://www.livinglifefully.com/selfpity.html

Then why do we need to worship idols built of stone? Why do we even need to consider energies emanating from them and believe that they are built for a purpose, a purpose of human emancipation?

This is because a few knowledgeable saints in our past recognized that God resides in us and hence, decided to show us their own image of God. And they were right. God is a human form of strength that resides in each one of us. We only need to recognize it.

Lets just discuss the past.

First we were fighting each other for basic amenities as food which then was abundantly available as hunting, pastoral and horticultural societies. Then we were fighting each other for abundantly available land in agrarian societies and so on. Mankind has lived in a society since forever and for that matter, every living animal lives in one or the other form of a society. We wanted to live in societies to be close so that we could protect each other, look after each others backs when required – which required trust. A society then was and still is a necessity. This trust could have had multiple meanings and humanity therefore required a means to devise the quantum of trust that would make each one of us more suitable to be a part of it.

Mankind was way too evasive and negative when the concept of God emerged. We could never see ourselves putting our faith solely in ourselves and in each other because we considered and still consider ourselves and all around us, flawed in one way or the other because that is human nature. But in “GOD” as God, as an entity, we were able to consider it supreme because it would never answer back and then we would be at a liberty to assume answers that suit us better. We then become free to do what we like and then the consent to our deeds is universally granted from every living human being who would believe in God. This way we also gained confidence and lost most of our confusion as we now had the affirmative nod from the “Supreme Power” above us!

The lesser we believed in God, the lesser we trusted each other. Although, this method had and has no problems in its own right, but mischief mongers would normally – even today – try and get the better rights and better means to be at the highest ladder in this society. This is a natural algorithm of survival. Some live high and some live low. Some believe in living higher and hence, they try and acquire all possible means to get to where they want to. And then there are people who aim as high as they can but due to some difficult circumstances never make it there. And they either end up being somewhere in the middle or get thrown down the ladder and try and survive with the third group – people who never wanted to make it big. Their place in this world according to them has been sealed shut even before they were born. And so they stay at the bottom rung of the ladder along with some of the failed ones.

Each of these categories could have lived happily together if they had perfectly understood their places, their limitations, their powers and that how they all-in-themselves create the perfect harmony and balance in this world.

The distinction between each of these categories in itself is never the problem. The problem lies with the greedy people who amplify the division, who feel that causing the world to divide would benefit them more over others. They are people who can never see the world as a happy place running in total harmony and a staccato rhythm.

Since these greedy people knew that the greatest benefit could be reaped when humans stood separated, they decided to create distances among people. And since they couldn’t find anything physical in humans themselves to separate them from each other, they used the human psyche to do it (psst… they will eventually use color of the skin too but that for later). They used human beliefs and their faiths. The beliefs that identified every human as an intellectual individual. They played with their minds. These distinctions now allowed those greedy ones to give roles to humans inside this manipulated society. Some would serve in the name of God, some would work for the humanity in the name of God, some would be the work-men who would give to the servers and the worshipers and the rest would be the out-caste who would have been ousted based on their colors or family backgrounds or something that would be completely unacceptable at the time of this differentiation. All of this only to divide humanity.

Now who is this God that they decided to distinguish humans upon? A belief. An idol that was put up in the sacred room so that the out-castes aren’t allowed to even touch or embrace them. A belief which now powered the people who had the means and the said power to rule over people. In all of this mayhem, common people eventually forgot that the God who they initially worshiped as their keeper of faith, was now just a means of their own agony.

And so, in the name of God, the powerful became even more powerful and the oppressed became even more oppressed. And why? No one again taught the first fact of Godliness and even if someone did, could have only managed to convince only a few who lost their drive to spread the message due to all the negativity and social responsibility that the life brings with itself for every human. Living a life now is a bigger pain than anything else and all of it because we fail to understand the basic concept of a God.

We often say “God is one”. He obviously is because he resides inside us. This is why God is same for all of us because he is within us. He is equal for all of us. We just need to recognize him better. He is trust, faith and hence, the ultimate progression of life.

So, as per me, who is God?

– my faith, knowledge and the truth about myself.

Where is God?

– it’s within me.

How do I worship God?

– have faith in myself, know my limitations, respect them and eventually break them to know and recognize a better world.

How does this God help save humanity?

– I now respect responsibilities – mine as well as others – and never interfere with them, because every human has a purpose and they must be allowed to deliver upon it. I can only help people meet their goals. This way we look after each other, trust each other, have faith in their beliefs and never break laws that are setup by the people who see everyone as equal and who are like-minded and believe humanity to be sacred, to save us.

Am I an atheist?

– No. I believe in myself. I have faith in myself and I believe, so should everyone.

Disclaimer:

This is something that I have always believed in. I may be unintentionally stirring up a controversy here and I would gladly accept any criticism and support that would come my way but I can say it from my heart that I am not writing this to hurt anyone’s religious sentiments. I am just trying to ask a question because people around me who genuinely believe in God haven’t been able to answer my questions.

The Influence and Legacy of Ravi Shankar

One of the best articles I have read on Pt. Ravi Shankar. Please read it. Terrific insight about the man who made genres and their mixtures available to Indians. A Pioneer!

How MIDI changed the world of music

 

BBC News – How MIDI changed the world of music.

Think it should have been awarded with the “Technology of the 20th Century” award! It changed our lives forever.

Mumbai attack gunman Qasab executed

Well I have to write something about this one for sure. A man in conjunction with another enters Indian soil from Pakistan territory and enters a train station killing 52 people and dares to roam around freely on  the station – a cold hearted bastard! Thank God India captured him and treated him as a souvenir of the aftermath and made him remember his day for another 5 years before he was hanged today. And what swiftness and quickness of thought that even before the Indian media woke to the news, the hanging had been done and body cremated. I wonder why even his body is being harbored on our soil. He should be thrown in the sea wrapped in pig skin. This man garnered so much international hatred that even his next seven avatars as per the Hindu beliefs will rot in hell. Well at least we now can sleep in peace knowing that this bastard will not eat up any more of Indian tax payers money. Not only did he kill so many people but he also took up one of the most important positions in the Indian political systems. A death well managed I’d say. Congrats Indian government! Well done!

History of MP3

History of MP3.

Was going through some research of mine and thought I would share this. How is it I never thought about learning about the history of the most important thing in our lives? I wonder.

‘Bear Dog,’ Big Cats Among Europe’s Top Carnivores

This is so fascinating! Wish we could know more about  their characteristics like the speed at which they could run to hunt their preys! Imagine a beast the size of a bear coming at you at the speed of a panther!

Another Chance to Live!

 

7 Signs We Are Heading for a Mass Extinction.

Amazing information folks! Also read the comments section on this page. Great counter arguments put forth. By the way, how many you really care about the extinction? Is it something that should deter us from living our life? Isn’t “now” the most important thing? Nature has always played games with us and nature decides whether we should survive or not. If it decides on the negative, let it be. Atleast our future is secure and we’ll know that we will be given another chance to rediscover ourselves – another chance to live!

The final folding of maps?

 

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Is it? May be in America it is. But in India and places or countries that are still growing and stuck with this recession, the folding maps are still an absolute necessity. The mobile networks here are no more than a means a communication. They can hardly be classified as the ultimate carrier of information. And the coverage? Quite pathetic. You can lose signals even in shiny sunny weather and wonder what the hell went wrong. The call quality – poor. The cheapest networks on this planet fail to provide us with enough quality to be proud of it. Anyways, please read the article to find the amazing journeys that the maps of this world have traversed.

Sad That Baumgartner Didn’t Jump? Cheer Up With These 7 Completely Insane Aerial Stunts | Popular Science

 

Sad That Baumgartner Didn’t Jump? Cheer Up With These 7 Completely Insane Aerial Stunts | Popular Science.

Mind blowing!

Why three wheeled cars could be the future of driving

Why three wheeled cars could be the future of driving

Why three wheeled cars could be the future of driving.

Just take away the ease of steering and then look at the case? Isn’t steering easier now as well? And these will be very small. What about the space for your lunch boxes on a day trip or  suitcases when you want to pick up mom and dad from airport?

I believe this will only be a solution where people with low means would want to have a car. Or they can run the way three wheelers are used in India as a local transport where they can be zippy and easy to steer and can carry multiple people if you create large wagons at their backs!

Fiat dumps Tata Motors’ dealers – The Times of India on Mobile

http://m.timesofindia.com/business/india-business/Fiat-dumps-Tata-Motors-dealers/articleshow/16469636.cms

Better late than never they say!

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