Talking about poetry, here's one that I penned a couple of months back -
Why does nature instigate man to have dreams Why does he delve into those unknown realms In his dream, he moans, he sighs, he beams 'Tis all surreal, though real is how it seems
To places unvisited, his dreams take him To lives unseen, uncontrolled by his whim Voices wax and wane, the pictures are dim Is this all real, his mind questions him
Are dreams mere reflections of his own thought Or are they yearnings of what life has not brought He's awake! But with the dream he is still besought Musing and wondering if it happened for real or not
Reality and dreams are similar at times Are dreams one of nature's chimes That foretell man of what lies ahead Of all that will happen, be done and said ?
One poetry that fascinated me in High School was Thomas Lovell Beddoes' Dream Pedlary. The first two stanzas are worth memorizing.
What is this life if full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
Henry Davies' Leisure tailored to suit my current context -
What a life in the profession of software, All that I do is sit and stare.
The jobless that I am, am reminded of one more poem on folly -
As a rule, man is a fool When its hot, he wants it cool. When its cool, he wants it hot, Always wanting what is not.
What do I think of these Mega-Serials ? For those who dont know what Mega-Serials are ( you need to be in India to know it! And I am sorry for those who are in India and still dont know it! ), they are simple soaps or tele-serials that span a good few years on the tube and have a whole lot of people who watch it religiously to know when it ends.
One more highlight of a mega-serial is that you could skip watching it for a good three months and still understand the story when you watch it next. The mega-serial makers have an eye for detail (or should I say many eyes!) and thats why these soaps are so elaborate in screenplay.
Anyways, all these are besides the point that I want to make. I watch two mega-soaps on a popular Hindi channel. It struck me that I am addicted to them and I dont want them to reach their respective logical ends soon. I want to them to go on. Let the story go to hell. I want to watch these characters and interact with them for some more time (until am totally tired of them or find another much more interesting soap on another frequency).
Well, I am sure most soap-watchers share this feeling of mine. Guess this what drives the soap-makers to stretch their soaps over a long period of time. Have these soap makers proved yet that their works are longer than the Arabian Nights !
I always tend to compare the process of soul-searching to many day-to-day activities ( one such comparison made me pen down 'Stereogram'). They say spiritual pursuit is a "Yaaga" requiring atmost consecration and concentration. So the converse must be true too. All thats done with total involvement and complete dedication must be a corridor to spirituality. But again i think spiritual pusuit is a veil or "Maya" in itself. It should'nt be as complex as its made to sound.
Very few seem to know what they are searching for. Put something far away, hidden and make everyone search for it, when there is actually nothing hidden there except a map to get back to where we came from. The map sends us back to where we came from and the journey is what enlightens us. And blessed are those who have attained that state of complete perfection.
I am reminded of this quote - "When you spend every moment looking for the God around you, your life becomes a prayer".
I read Herman Hesse's Sidhdhartha. My good friend Srini compelled me to read it because he wanted a discussion (or rather a debate that will finally lead to an argument ) on it and for that I should have read the book, was his opinion. I was procrastinating the purchase of the book when I accidentally bumped into an online version. Office work being pretty lean these days, I took around two hours yesterday morning to read the twelve chapter philosophical chronicle by Herman. The book was set in the days of Gotama Budhdha and was a story of a young brahmin in the pursuit of the unknown thing that would quench the unknown thirst in him and fill the vaccuum in him which wouldnt get filled with all the Vedas and Upanishads that he had read.
I dont know whether these topics are mind-blowing or boring, but they sure shot show the capacity of the mind to contemplate, explore and ruminate. An idle mind isnt always a devil's workshop !
This young boy walked towards the small temple, one of those single-godded ones at the corner of streets. I was on the bus on my way to office and the bus stopped at a red signal when a saw this small kid. He walked to the shrine and respectfully removed his footwear. I was impressed by the little boy's religious bent of mind, bending at this supple age. Hold it, I was misled. He was checking his hair-do on the mirror in front of Ganeshji's idol! Kudos kid!
God bless the guy who made the headphones (incidentally it is John Koss, along with partner Martin Lange. Earphones were originally called "private listening units".). The effects are awesome. And hey thanks to those guys who get the FM going. They are amazing. Coming back to earphones, they tranport you to a world of ur own. I love the music on my headphones when I'm biking back home from office, en la style of Maddy in Manirathnam's blockbuster movie "Alaipayuthe" ("en la style" is French for "in the style").
My bike seems to understand the beats too. Its swirls and moves along with the beats especially with the latest catchy one "Uyirin Uyire" from Gautham Menon's "Kaakka Kaaka". Pretty good music I should say. It rocks. This swirling of my bike with the harmony of the music on my ears reminds me of the musical fountains.
I have read somewhere that Angels speak to a man in solitude. Did they mean the voice from within that you have to listen to when you are all alone ( for the simple reason that there is nobody else around and you'll go crazy if you dont talk! ).
Jokes apart, this loneliness is a timeless companion, seeking to speak to you at the raring moments of your life, moments when all that matters are a couple of words, soothing, appeasing and molllifying, moments when the joy you behold is beyond what you can express, describe and share, moments when the wise man in you plays the objective critic while surveying the vicissitudes in life, moments of revelations when miracles and magical flashes seem mundane, moments when you are forced to acquiesce and accept passively what is ordained upon you, moments when you are possessed with the courage and strength of a thousand elephants, moments when your heart is filled with gratitude and the lips part to mutter the hymn "Now thank we all our Gods with hearts and hands and voices.."..
What does this voice in all its benevolence say ? When is this voice crystal clear and when is it slurred ? And how many times to do we really listen to this voice when we hear it clear ? Do we strain our ears to hear it clear when its not ?
Inspiration. This is one subject thats set me thinking about it so much. No, no. Am are not talking about music composers who create their works (Ctrl-C, Ctrl-V) inspired by fellow composers. And no, am not talking about the 99% perspiration stuff either. I am just trying to unveil the emotion behind this noun. I am just trying to understand how one human can influence another, how nature can spur man to explore, discover, innovate and invent, how unseen forces can spark human beings to scale otherwise unthinkable heights. Simple words are inspirational too. Now if someone were to ask me what induced me to start a blog of my own, I would say its because of a couple of FM DJs, a few fellow bloggers and the English language (can't resist myself from deviating from a serious topic).