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"Don't live for the heck of it and don't write for the heck of it".

Something which I have abstained from. Still most of my posts are meaningless. A person writes what he lives or feels. So, does that mean my life is meaningless too.

Hmmm..enough now. Things have to be taken seriously and in the right stride.  I have made the Decision. 

One thing which never fails to amaze me is a human being.  Even a chemical element's reaction to experimental conditions is empirical. Like Carbon along with oxygen will always make things hotter. Thanks to Co2. and Co And no thanks to the green house effect. 

But we ,us,humans - unpredictable is the word. Leading to various cultures,political parties,religions,Saints,Prophets,Laws,Fashion .................

It's always 300 bones,32 teeth,75%water,one heart,one brain,two intestines. Then why a 7 billion different opinions.  And we are all part of one universe or one proton.

Superb!! I think The Creator is the best manager. He must get down on writing a few management theories. It definetly will be titled a best-seller .

Abruptly ended.

Why!

Phew!
Finally , it's over.
Normally we sigh after the completion of a task which has been taxing on us . When it's done (successfully or unsuccessfully) we get a breather.
But in my special case I am feeling palliated because I could almost manage to allocate a purpose to myself. I am making it sound emotionless with less empathy because I sense a aridness within.I want to find a good reason for my listlessness. Life ..yes...leaves all questions unanswered.
I hope I get buoyant like before. Only time will tell.......

In the truest sense, freedom cannot be bestowed; it must be achieved - Franklin Roosevelt

I have been visiting blogs ,a lot of them these days. To know what people of my age think, to know their likes and dislikes. I am surprised ,happy and inspired to be enlightened that the 20 somethings are well-read , opinionated,aesthetic,colorful . There is a whole gamut of 'bloggies' who write about dire straits ,world cup coups,Indian mythology,British and Indian history,wilde and the likes. It's almost like an encyclopedia but with a fun tag.

So ,I have decided to make my page more romantic . I know my data interpretation skills are too jumbled to get one right conclusion.Nevertheless, I manage most of the times to infer.

Now the blog.........

After a lot of coaxing and comforting I agreed to watch 300. English movies don't feature in my wish-list hence the head-banging persuassion is required.

There is something about the Greeks. Besides illiyad,homer,plato,the peloponessian war,
homosexuality,the spartan anarchy,the trojan war,Herodotus,Olympics,Logic there is more to this great civilization.

The movie takes us back in time around the 400 BC. King Leonidas of Sparta with 300 of his finest soldiers goes to war in an attempt to hold the pass of Thermopylae against the hundreds of thousands of Persian soldiers who had invaded from the north under King Xerxes The Great. Leonidas took his small personal fighting unit because Spartan religious customs forbade sending an army at that time of year. In addition, he was deliberately going to his doom: an oracle had foretold that Sparta could be saved only by the death of one of its kings.

Acording to books , Sparta had the strongest miltary. The boys were trained since the age of 5.
However, what astonishes me is the 'do or die' spirited army. Truely , this was inborn and then grooomed. Sacrificing ones life for freedom of land.

And today wat does freedom mean to us ?
The freedom to make 'my' choices in life and not dictated by society or image. Freedom of decision. Freedom of speech. Freedom of expression

What if we were restricited in entering some part of our own country? What if we were treated like outsiders or unwanted guests in our homes?
To what extent would we go to achieve freedom of land, freedom of living,freedom of self-spirit?

Would we 'do or die'?

Wat is it with us..u knoe....us indians?
Especially the 20 and 30 somethings. Ofcourse a self-righteous attitude is not what is expected.....
But somewhere this whole come close globalization has made matters chaotic and confusing.
We have our traditional ethos, our ever-supportive parents, our loyal set of friends on on end and on the other edge we have this gist to put ourselves on the top,to be on the cover .
So much has been spoken and written about the western ideas getting into our system. It gets quite complicated actually.
After having sounded very vague for the uninitiated now let me bullet my views.
-->Marraiges ..againg sub-divided into love and arranged..so many choices and just one to choose ..and for the next 50 years. How to trust? How to adjust? How to compromise? How to deal(generally)?
-->Career..MBA,IT biggies,Enterpreneurs,Modelling,Cooking classes..hikes,intra-office politics,Allen solley's trousers,buy a car...just randomly
Basically its this prsseure from parents,peers,teachers,colleagues,relatives which we have learnt to live since childhood,teenagehood,pre-marraige adult hood,post-marraige adulthood,early parenthood.
-->Politics (including Law and Order).. No fixed rules, no fixed bribing amounts,ST-SC and their envious reservations.
Well this is for the general 'public'. There are other categories too like
social issues
animal welfare
hashoholics
dowry deaths
across the border junta
feminism
The list could be appended further.
Anyway is this beacuse we have a 50 languages, a 50 castes,a 50 dances,50 cuisnies..Unity in diversity..
Also Insanity in diversity.
My next post will talk about How to feel better,look better and do better? Atleast it will not test my sanity quotient.

I want to appreciate the finer things.

We are expressive. We are confused.We are unsatisfied.We are happy. We are sad. We are in love. We are lonely.We are screaming.After all we are just humans.

Coming to expressions , it is one of the human quality which has led to art and its forms. After all its a stimulant for human senses,mind and spirit.Truely one needs skill and imagination in the creation of aesthetic objects which can be shared with others alike. It's a two-step process.To express ones creativity and to engage the audience's aesthetic sensibilities. The ideas and motivation could be political,spiritual,philosphical,sense of beauty,nature of perception,pleasure.

Coming to its forms which cannot be limited to painting,drawing,sculpture,music,poetry,architecture,drama,theatre,
prose,fiction. The genres and styles adapted by the artists is again quite fluid.
Its the right hemisphere of the brain as they say.
However,curiosity evades me. Does one have to be craftsman to see the God of small things? What are the classifications? What are the boundaries ? Or is there a poet ,writer and musician in all of us? Maybe its dormant,maybe there is a deliberate masking,maybe its unfamiliar.

Cheers to Da Vinci, to the Hussains, to Homer, to Danial Powter, to Ruysdael, to Arundati Roy,to Us.

Me happy and crazy

I love being a romantic.
I love to feel the feel of music.
I love to take a break.
I love excitement.
I love getting up late.
I love not feeling guilty about being lazy.
I love having my 4 pm cofffee at work.
I love peals of laughter.
I love the night-time.
I love the freshness about the colour yellow.
I love fair-skinned wrists.
I love mehndi.
I love to see people eat.
I love getting a hug.
I love expressing.
I love the sun.
I love the moon.
I love lighting a lamp.
I love change.
I love holding hands.
I love groovy ring-tones.
I love Abhishek Bacchans smile.
I love madness.
I love taking a 30-minute shower.
I love to say 'I am always right.Isnt it?'

and people say that I can't fall in love....

And now Dalits get into action....

Absolutely unprecedented and uncalled for - the mob scene and damage caused to National and private property.

The Haves v/s the Have nots? Looks much deeper than that. The administration has tried to turn the tables on the Dalits by arresting a Dalit in Kanpur, obviously the community is more upset.

Now what - we live in more fear from terrorists, mobs, goons, hooligans, politicians, common man and what have you. The Indian saga lives on.......