How wonderful a world would it be…

At times, when I sit back and get a flashback wave, I think of which was the most beautiful set of days of my life. Of course, it was my school days! But even when I say this, like I read from a quote recently, it wasn’t the school which made those days shine brighter. It was always the friends, mischiefs and episodes we had gone through those days. 

Well, to start with, I would say that school is the paper on which we jot down the tale of life. But as per me schools have nothing to do with the tale written on the paper it is. We can hardly blame anyone for this. This is a bitter truth which has to be accepted though unwillingly.

Teachers come for the career this divine service offers, just like any other professionals. Profession has immensely reduced ethics quotient in this service just like in the medical profession. More than a profession Teachers and Doctor and on earth to serve life of others. One my imparting knowledge and the other by curing the ailed. As per me, people who serve as a Teacher or Doctor have the most sacred of professions on earth.

When it comes to Teachers:

I’m not here for blaming my teachers. This is only to share my view on what more to be added to the educational system. Pupils should be taught to think and dream by themselves. This can help them identify themselves where and what they should be after school. They can get help of their Teachers for the suggestions and path to reach their goal.

Why do we need a world where children study only to become doctors, engineers or accountants? Why can’t we have more trained painters, writers, actors, musicians, photographers, theatre artists, singers? First we need to grant the child the profession or the way of living he feel comfortable. This should bud from home. Parents should help children in finding their own career. I’m sure that this can reduce the number of people sailing alone in a sea of frustration.

More than all if it at least we won’t have that haunted feel of being stuck up in the wrong place. Yes!! Have a glance into you whenever time allows and find out for yourselves that we are stuck up and there is at least one thing you won’t be tired of doing. As I sit back and think, I see frames everywhere, my mind narrates my thoughts that hit me, and another part of my mind will be humming a never ending playlist. All three of these happen all the time. Then I realise that I am lost far away from what I may have become.

How wonderful a world would it be with more music, stories, paintings; with all the competing mentality wiped off; with everyone moving in tandem but not like in a race looking each other with rage.

How wonderful a world would it be…

Religion ?!?!

One with an above average reasoning potential is more likely to be an atheist than spiritually embracing this institution of religion. Now we have a choice of two dimensions from which religion can be given a view. One is that of blind man and the other of an independently thinking individual.

On one end they preach the ideologies and noetic thinking and explanations of what is told in texts followed by a religion. On another side there are the priests who are in regular touch with our dear Mr. God and a group that's completely dependent on science and calculations...the Astrologers.

Let me share an incident;

A few weeks back I visited an astrologer to find the match between two horoscopes for a marriage purpose (even though I was totally against this system). Horoscope matched. But not compatible for marriage was the verdict since both the horoscopes would go through a tedious period simultaneously after ten years. All based on pure calculations was what the astrologer claimed. The joke happened when I told this to a priest who was of the opinion that there's nothing without a solution. A special offering to the deity can clear the compatibility issue which the astrologer said. So, my question is... which is REAL? Or do these both really exist? No idea!!

I would say that religion is now septic than a rusted poison coated arrow head. And there is a different group who preaches the various complex religious texts in such a simple manner that a common man can digest, with which he can start thinking of what the ancient sages, prophets and philosophers struggled to convey to make this a better world. But the situation stands helpless and history repeats.

We live in a weird planet where people who try to stand and bring about a religiously intellectual revolution would be stoned or crucified or punished savagely by those are in regular touch with our dear Mr. God and beatifies and revere them after death is such an ironic way.  

Serving the notice period of my Bachelor Life.

It took just a ring. Just a ring to submit the resignation letter to my Bachelor life which was a short span of 5 years. it was this period that helped me to rediscover and exhume many of my interests and hobbies. Now here, at this point, I can say that I’m in a trance. A very nice and cool period of six months of notice period.

This can be a period where I can see the extremes of my ever beautiful bachelor life with fond expectations of the excitements to come in the next portion of life. At times I feel like exploding myself during this period and sometimes just the opposite, to remain calm and continue as it is.

Anyways, at this point I’m not excited or anxious on my pillion seat being occupied. I find myself turning out to be a team of two. I’m growing. I am feeling life like always. I am loving it…

Each Day An Adventure...

Adventure? Yes, adventure! I feel this is the best thought ever to make a life exciting. Making each day an adventure! There was a thought that struck first this morning, never used to happen this way quite often.

Like from a book I heard a faint inner voice read, “Wow, what a beautiful morning! One good thing already happened. You are still alive to see the world for a day again and you never know what this day has for you. Let’s give a bungee dive down to this day with the Sun. Good Morning, my dear me...”

Life is extremely real, dynamic and exciting. There can be good days and bad days. Let’s enjoy the good days and deal with the bad.

Good Son

At a hospital when I once saw a father's beloved son telling his family "He's gone...” without the slightest emotional or vocal shiver made me feel cold. Cold… thinking was it for this son that father lying dead lived a whole life. There wasn't really anyone in that old man's thoughts, prayers and life other than this son who now was in a hurry to scoot the scene without extending his leaves. That man's quick surrender before death was a bonus for his 'professional' son. Anyways He played well making his journey so comfortable gifting him a feel that his son was there with him until his last breathe…

Then there was another son who had an official meeting more important than his Mom who slipped to comatose in deathbed with her days counted. The tears that rolled from that mom’s eye on her very last ‘conscious’ on earth is a memory that still burns in me. But what it taught was a lesson to keep in mind for the rest of my life…

Both those well-educated, well-employed, well-paid and well-settled sons taught me a lesson. A 'good son' is not just about keeping parents happy with the grades at school or college. A 'good son' is a helluva responsibility that's there with you from birth. A responsibility which is to be voluntarily taken. Son, not just to one set of parents through whom we came out to see the world, but to anyone who is as old as our parents. ‘Hell’, as per my understanding is a person’s home who set himself free by letting this parents to stay in an Old-age home.

I am still unaware of how can people call it a ‘duty’ or ‘obligation’ to look after their aged parents. God help them all…

A life so short!

When will I die? Doing all routine monotony was when this thought struck! “When will I die?”

How beautiful a life it is, I reckon. A hell lot of music yet to listen, a hell lot to read, a hell lot of movies to watch, major part of earth yet unseen, more ride, more accidents, more resurrections to be done before the “Game Over” is alarmed.

So much to do in so little time to make a life ‘beautiful’. A wait to live after a seeing the chequered flag on the last lap of our professional career can be a dangerous dream. Remember! We come with an expiry date. An unknown expiry date.

Life is just once. Live it in the present not in future tense.

Revelation: Need to change living strategy from “wake up-survive-sleep well” to “Live, don’t just survive” like a slave told once.

Being ‘Rich’ is a state of mind!

Just read this on Twitter:

“If you are not jealous of your colleague's success you are either lying or you are not speaking the truth.”

I can honestly say that this is wrong. Of course we are all ambitious plus need and love the ride to the destination. But how on earth can someone be so folly to race with someone riding an entirely different bike than yours? That’s in fact something I cannot digest.

What if someone prefers a slow ride? Everything is done for the sake of some coma-separated zeroes in the bank statement. Of course! Security is the primary fear of us all. Or in an interesting way we can say that, ‘Fear for security’ – is the gun shot signal to start the race. That’s what we all run for. But when we gain the ‘Financial Security’ and when it’s time to stop the race, we never stop running. By then us all will already be addicted to that rush in race.

It’s not our fault, even who wish to think out of the box, and choose to be mere spectators, are coerced into the race. Why? People don’t realize there was something called life which slipped off their pockets during the run until the day they wait in the queue of the last Immigration Officer.

I strongly believe; being ‘Rich’ is a state of mind! When I’m able to help someone in need, or when I’m the first someone who’s in need of help calls, I feel rich. Or perhaps, the word rich have different explanations and examples from different angles.

Being transparent, my idea is not getting pissed off in life in either ways. Earn, save some, spend some, and give some. That’s the mantra. There are so many people in need of this paper with numbers in our country. Let’s not forget this in the rush of race. And let’s feel rich together. Life comes with an unpredictable expiry date. So it’s really important to feel satisfied when we turn back just before inhaling the last breath.

Sure, I do have a plethora of lack of experience. But now at this age, I strongly believe this is right. I have no guarantee if I might have a different dimension to think on this subject because, only the weirdest planet in the whole universe supports life and we all belong there. 

Sachi

The photographer. I remember seeing a hoarding daily that read "Sachi Studio" on the roadside through the window of our school bus. Nothing was special except for the face of Mohanlal drawn on that hoarding which made this one stand a foot forward in my mind among other scores of hoardings I see during those days.

Few years passed when one day I saw the wedding DVD of my cousin brother that was made in a quite impressive way. And Mohanlal's face on that hoarding flashed in my psyche once again when the credits read "Sachi". I was surprised. It did not cost me another moment to fix him to shoot my sister's wedding. Impressive. That would be just an understatement about this man's eye.

Since then, Sachi was 'the' official DOP of all our family events. A matching frequency which I valued the most in any relation/friendship was too quick to develop between us. Without teaching me anything he became my Guru in photography. 

March 6th, 2014: The phone call bearing the news of Sachi’s demise flew into my ears and was transformed to a cold numbness from my head to toe. I had to struggle a bit to break the ice in my throat to let my voice come out and respond to the call.

The surprise element was more than my consciousness to deal with. He is survived by his wife and a daughter. Over the years, Anju Chechy had become as dear to us as Sachi chettan and for their daughter Kichu, she became my little sister with a dear daughterly affection. I purposefully delayed visiting them until today. Just a dumb feeling that he would still be alive for a week more in my immature mind. Literally dumb. I visited them today. Still immature to register his death in my gray cells.

May the Spirits they pray to gift them strength to stand up and walk down the long lane.
I have read a quote of Mr. Paulo Coelho; “I write to empty my mind”. Mine is still not empty. One more soul added to the ‘will miss’ list.  

December – The Showstopper!!

As 2014 table calendar replaces 2013’s on my table, one of the cool years in the recent past is switched to the past already before midnight. Our eagerness to jump to an anxious future is quite ironic.

Also this time there are no resolutions to make. Or perhaps there is nothing new to add to the list. It was a quite smooth sail. Perhaps, 2013 hold the record of having the most number of peaceful days in my life. Also this is the first time in my history of existence to stick on so much to the New Year resolutions so much. More than 80% I can say.

So there are no resolutions for 2014. Like one of my friends Facebook status said, “This year’s New Year resolution is following last year’s resolution.

May we all be blessed to digest anything that 2014 bears..

But 2013, I will miss you… I never wanted you to get over. Perhaps that’s one big reason why I delayed this last post.