Train travels fascinate me as much as time travels, even after discounting the possibility of girls in my compartment. Last time, however, I had a beautiful girl for company.
It was a sweet, little 5 year old chatterbox from Manchester coming with her parents to spend the Easter holidays here in India. And though it was well past midnight and everyone was soundly sleeping, the girl was wide awake and talking nonstop for it was still only evening in U.K.
I observed from my berth how her father attended her. He listened and listened and, God, listened for hours to all the stories and questions and comments she was making. The guy had landed in New Delhi only that morning after changing 3 flights, hadn't slept all day and now he was torchered to this. I had to comment, "I was watching you... you know, keenly listening to her for so long. It must be tough being a father."
He said understanding what I was referring to, "Yes but it is exciting as well. I can easily scold her and make her sleep but listening to her is such a joy."
I nodded as if I got it but it was a little hard to follow. The guy was hardly 30. Why then was he seeing this differenly than me? I would have scared the baby to sleep...if not woken her mother up. How did he find so much patience and energy? What was so motivating? Kids are good, they are lovely and seriously, hearing that girl's gibbberish in British accent was pleasurable....but for how long!
I decided to listen attentively to all that she was saying; it might be fun. And if he could do that so could I. Of course, I have always been bad at listening and good at day dreaming and so after every minute or so I would drift off to some distant thought then catch myself and try again. But there was him, still talking to her, teaching her, playing with her, answering her- all this with an occasional smile on his face.
I guess being a father is more than being just a guy with a kid to raise. A child transforms you. I remembered how I always laugh when my parents use the most cliched comment as a resort to my arguments- You will understand when you will have kids. Well, may be they are right. There are things that can be understood only through experience. Next time I won't laugh when they say it. Next time I'll nod...as if I got it.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
ear fellow Earthians
Obviously you are going to miss me. Without my able guidance and love you are going to feel orphaned, and you have every right to feel so, but you leave me with little choice.
I came here and stooped down to your level so that we may rise together and reach new heights but you showed little progress in all this time.
I had asked you to observe and wonder but you were too busy with nit picking those days. Then I tried to evolve you by making you believers but you turned into religious fanatic always on the look for females from other faiths. I asked you to start thinking for yourselves, and you started to think only about yourselves. When I helped you realise your creative potential, you endlessly created the two things that now are root of all of your concerns- bombs and babies. And now that I ask you to watch your thoughts and quieten your mind, you show me the finger. I mean, seriously, fuck you guys.
Despite your poor response I know it’s not right to leave you folks in the middle, after all I am breaching the contract I signed with the Universe but then I have just been granted the tourist permit and it’s every saint’s dream to spend a few life times in Utopo.
Utopo, the fourth planet of an unnamed double star, is resided by the most evolved sentient beings in all of the blue-planets so far discovered.
The Utopons never fight or complain, even the babies don’t whine, not even for breast milk. They have no governments, armies or religions, and have very few laws as most beings are conscious enough to oversee themselves. They are fond of sports and sex, but they do it only for fun. They are creative beings too, and they create with a foresight; they created birth control pills much before they invented wooden wheels.
But the best thing about Utopo is that it is a special zone; it does not really come under the jurisdiction of the Universe or the God. The rules and conditions are minimum and you are not assigned any purpose when you are born there nor are you supposed to create one for yourself.
I yearn for some freedom now after the tireless thankless job I did on you for ages. But I am not leaving you on the mercy of Fate; he is coming with me to Utopo. I am leaving you guys at your own mercy.
You have the power and the responsibility to choose your destiny from here. You have been guided enough and goaded enough, and now if you find yourself incapable of facing the challenges, and knowing you closely I am sure you will, pray to God. May be, some one will come soon to fill in for me.
Your Guardian Angel
Why????
A mould,
with its latency,
and all its potential to become,
is but a mould.
---------x---
The old is dead
and a new has just kicked off
-an exciting phase of anticipation.
---------x---
The core,
inside the viscous fluid,
despite its ability to shape it
chooses silent onlooking.
It knows,
the will be had been choosen.
with its latency,
and all its potential to become,
is but a mould.
---------x---
The old is dead
and a new has just kicked off
-an exciting phase of anticipation.
---------x---
The core,
inside the viscous fluid,
despite its ability to shape it
chooses silent onlooking.
It knows,
the will be had been choosen.
Friday, November 19, 2010
past,,,,,,,,,,,
Resuming from my last post,,, i got another placement in feb,,, and was spending my honeymoon period,,, dose dayz past v quickly,,,,we enjoyed alot,,, didnt want to miss even a single chance to hang around,,,,,wanted dat span to be bigger,,, but,,, finally dat moment came,,,, my final day in clg,,,, it was v heavy day for me nd d odr 3 monkeyz,,,,, these precious 4 years,,,,left behind,,,, but still m having d dents wid me,,,,, gaurav joined bpcl nd went mumbai,,, dilip joind jindal saw and went mundra,,,, bharat joined ntpc nd went hyderabad,,, but all 3 didnt leave me,,,,, they gave me d memories,,,i can still picturise,,,, anyways,, i joined hpcl,,,, nd posted in bharatpur,,,,,,,,,
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Bathing Is Magical.
When I would be on my deathbed, drawing my last breaths...these would be final words for posterity, for men reveal the most obscured secrets when the curtains of their lives are falling. And I, a man of knowledge and wisdom, will sure have a lot to reval but nothing would be as significant and as mysterious as this- Bathing Is Magical.
This secret, like all secrets of nature, becomes obvious once man opens the eyes of his mind to it. Until then, he remains blinded; he looks but doesn't see it. Hundreds of millions of men- rich and poor, young and old, religiously bathe daily, some more than once yet they fail to see the magic- so obscured it is.
Why, even I, a seeker of truths who has seen twenty three summers in his life and (it won't be preposterous to say that)has had quite a few baths in this time, was mysteriously unaware of this fact until recently.
This one morning, a few mornings ago, while lying on bed I felt a sudden inspiration to go to the bathroom. It may be mentioned here that I had been supine for three whole days and radical notions like those of motion do not arise in me easily.
Curiosity got hold of me and I got up and entered the place.
Memories came to me. The towel was hanging on the door knob just as I had left it a fortnight ago, the soap bathing in the overflooded soapbox, the bucket and the mug- the lovely pair was woven together by gossamer but strong threads of spider web...and there was the shower. With no forethought, I turned it on.
Water came.
Hymns and paeans have been written on Adam's ale by men in all ages. Common knowledge it is that it quenches thirst not of body alone but of mind and of soul too. Yet, let this be known today that elixir it is called not because it sustains life but because life sprouts and rejoices in it. The first helical forms came together and danced not because their thirsts were satiated(how ridiculous!) but because they were rejoicing in the magic of bathing.
Water came, pouring down from the pores of shower like a rain from heavens. It touched that which is immortal in me. All I could do(and all there is to do) was observe and experience the magic happening. I saw my mouth opening wide and gulping down air as the first drops of cold water fell on my body. I saw my heart beat again in delight and I saw my head turn up towards the sky, that lay hidden behind the roof of the floor above. I even saw the dead cells washing away and taking away with them the dirt and the stink and the sensations of itching.
I felt feather-weighted. The skin was soft, smooth and almost fair. I was glowing, and it occured to me that I might be made of light.
I felt fresh, light, decontaminated and...energetic. Life was suddenly worth living. There were things to do- mountains to climb and oceans to sail across and women to make love to.
I stepped out of my room and climbed stairs three at a time to reach the terrace. From there I was able to see man clearly in the morning sun- a filthy, ignorant, lowly creature with no purpose in life. I abused him and sermonized, "Listen you O scums of the earth, shed your torpor. Go take a bath and discover that life is meant to do great things and discover that all that you need to accomplish, life provides. Go and shut youself in bathroom and pour buckets of water over yourself until the truth be known to you."
I shouted at the top of my voice, for what is required to wake up man from his deepest slumber, but a good bath and a pep-talk.
It had no effect, however. They carried on like they always had been(such is man), but why would I care?
I had many mountains to climb, and the five oceans to sail across and women to make passionate love to.
When I would be on my deathbed, drawing my last breaths...these would be final words for posterity, for men reveal the most obscured secrets when the curtains of their lives are falling. And I, a man of knowledge and wisdom, will sure have a lot to reval but nothing would be as significant and as mysterious as this- Bathing Is Magical.
This secret, like all secrets of nature, becomes obvious once man opens the eyes of his mind to it. Until then, he remains blinded; he looks but doesn't see it. Hundreds of millions of men- rich and poor, young and old, religiously bathe daily, some more than once yet they fail to see the magic- so obscured it is.
Why, even I, a seeker of truths who has seen twenty three summers in his life and (it won't be preposterous to say that)has had quite a few baths in this time, was mysteriously unaware of this fact until recently.
This one morning, a few mornings ago, while lying on bed I felt a sudden inspiration to go to the bathroom. It may be mentioned here that I had been supine for three whole days and radical notions like those of motion do not arise in me easily.
Curiosity got hold of me and I got up and entered the place.
Memories came to me. The towel was hanging on the door knob just as I had left it a fortnight ago, the soap bathing in the overflooded soapbox, the bucket and the mug- the lovely pair was woven together by gossamer but strong threads of spider web...and there was the shower. With no forethought, I turned it on.
Water came.
Hymns and paeans have been written on Adam's ale by men in all ages. Common knowledge it is that it quenches thirst not of body alone but of mind and of soul too. Yet, let this be known today that elixir it is called not because it sustains life but because life sprouts and rejoices in it. The first helical forms came together and danced not because their thirsts were satiated(how ridiculous!) but because they were rejoicing in the magic of bathing.
Water came, pouring down from the pores of shower like a rain from heavens. It touched that which is immortal in me. All I could do(and all there is to do) was observe and experience the magic happening. I saw my mouth opening wide and gulping down air as the first drops of cold water fell on my body. I saw my heart beat again in delight and I saw my head turn up towards the sky, that lay hidden behind the roof of the floor above. I even saw the dead cells washing away and taking away with them the dirt and the stink and the sensations of itching.
I felt feather-weighted. The skin was soft, smooth and almost fair. I was glowing, and it occured to me that I might be made of light.
I felt fresh, light, decontaminated and...energetic. Life was suddenly worth living. There were things to do- mountains to climb and oceans to sail across and women to make love to.
I stepped out of my room and climbed stairs three at a time to reach the terrace. From there I was able to see man clearly in the morning sun- a filthy, ignorant, lowly creature with no purpose in life. I abused him and sermonized, "Listen you O scums of the earth, shed your torpor. Go take a bath and discover that life is meant to do great things and discover that all that you need to accomplish, life provides. Go and shut youself in bathroom and pour buckets of water over yourself until the truth be known to you."
I shouted at the top of my voice, for what is required to wake up man from his deepest slumber, but a good bath and a pep-talk.
It had no effect, however. They carried on like they always had been(such is man), but why would I care?
I had many mountains to climb, and the five oceans to sail across and women to make passionate love to.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
my honeymoon.........
i am back after a long wait,,,, wait??? yeh kisne ki??? let me remind u dat i have 2 followers,,, hehehe,,, anyways... letz stop this bakwaas and kaam ki baat karte hain,,,,, u ll be shocked after seeing the title,,, but my dear friends it is true,,, i m spending my honeymoon period,,, though i m not married yet,,,,hehe... let me clarify,,, in our terms,,,, the last sem of engineering is the honeymoon period,,,why.??? umpteen reasons are there....
1. very few subjects
2. very few classes
3. no load of placement
etc...
so,,, it seems viable to call it honeymoon period,,,,
but in my case it is all ulta(opposite).... bcoz of shri shri shri 1008 baba GDA(my project guide)
,,,,, ll tell u more about him in my upcoming post GD KA KEHER,,, u dnt need to wait too much for this( pata nahi kisse keh raha hu)....it will be released soon.
1. very few subjects
2. very few classes
3. no load of placement
etc...
so,,, it seems viable to call it honeymoon period,,,,
but in my case it is all ulta(opposite).... bcoz of shri shri shri 1008 baba GDA(my project guide)
,,,,, ll tell u more about him in my upcoming post GD KA KEHER,,, u dnt need to wait too much for this( pata nahi kisse keh raha hu)....it will be released soon.
Friday, September 18, 2009
expecting failure due to sudden loading!!!!!!!!
i have spent 3 years doing nothing here at mnit,,,,, the easiest and the most precious was my 1st yr... dose memories still have the extraction power,,,, extracts water from my eyes whenever actuated......
dayz of ragging.......dayz of bunking......dayz of cheating in exams(that i still do).....
life was very cool n easy...... neither static load nor dynamic load..... process was ideal..... there were no losses bcz system was not doing any work at that time......
was expecting an happy ending of this movie,,,,, but the monster(7th sem) has come.... trying to make this peaceful path into a noisy one(may be due to cavitation)......
all the loads..... fatigue load(PAPA- p k saxena)... tensile load(g d agarwal).... compressive load( a p s rathore)....and d worst.....thrust(t c gupta)..... all deese have been actuated simultaneously,,,,,
my endurance strength cant take all deese loads....cant expect happy ending,,,
dayz of ragging.......dayz of bunking......dayz of cheating in exams(that i still do).....
life was very cool n easy...... neither static load nor dynamic load..... process was ideal..... there were no losses bcz system was not doing any work at that time......
was expecting an happy ending of this movie,,,,, but the monster(7th sem) has come.... trying to make this peaceful path into a noisy one(may be due to cavitation)......
all the loads..... fatigue load(PAPA- p k saxena)... tensile load(g d agarwal).... compressive load( a p s rathore)....and d worst.....thrust(t c gupta)..... all deese have been actuated simultaneously,,,,,
my endurance strength cant take all deese loads....cant expect happy ending,,,
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