Truculent souls keep fighting peace, the corpulent ones cant give up cheese
The smoker engages with counting buds, the crooks gone too crooked trying to be thugs,
Digital addictions don’t let you lose sight of the screen, others losing themselves chasing the gloss and the gleam.
The opulent are victims to the urges of prodigal shopping, while indigent derive ephemeral pleasures from bottle popping.
The overly consecrated couldn’t care less about their neighbors dying, while TV maniacs turn belligerent seeing their favorite daughter-in-law crying.
Deleterious addictions are too sweet to swallow, breaking all the rules is too easy a task to follow.
I don’t intend to daze and amaze in my pursuit of creating a better life, I merely intend to pay the dues for just being alive.
Post workout sores are the sweetest treat, like any good addiction they don’t let you sleep.
The time that you actually waste, can be used in making others life better, sweetening their taste.
It doesn’t matter if you’re weaker than a newly hatched cherub when you begin, ure positive predilection is finally gonna make you win, soon you’d be putting impossible to the test every time you enter the gym.
An earnest step in good faith(towards your nearest fitness centre) will fill you with energy that simultaneously feeds the essential triad of mind, body and soul….
and as this addiction grows hear my voice ringing in your head saying “I told you so…”
The usual end of day upswing with the creative juices overflowing onto my keyboard….A combination of good reading, a crazy workout regimen and some musical garnishing from across the world sets the tone for the most beautiful slumber that seldom happens, so I type instead.
The 9 dedicated hours bartered for better bread and the above average attention span that compulsively notices more than the obvious, are the other, less eventful, daily bits in the life of this inchoate polymath. Far away from the ostentatious big city lights, the heavenly Himalayas offer a conducive platform to galvanize me to what I am really capable of being.
With knowledge feeding the mind, exercise and proper nutrition feeding the body and a mix of family, the surrounding sanctity and music feeding the soul, the decision to come back home has done justice to life’s essential triad. Initially, I resented how the lack of opportunities in this town was impeding my gregarious nature, but it took time to recognize the underlying benefits. The serenity of this place gradually disseminates into peoples identities, providing their garrulous and erratic personalities with a much needed solidarity. I was lucky to have gotten through my initial resentment to reap the fruits of my patience.
It’s close to midnight
Something evil’s lurkin’in the dark
Under the moonlight
You see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream
But terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze
As horror looks you right between the eyes
‘Cause this is thriller
Thriller at night
And no one’s gonna save you
From the beast about to strike
You know it’s thriller
Thriller at night
You’re fighting for your life
Inside a killer
Thriller tonight, yeah
These lines might be the sub conscious reason behind my insomnia. Anyhow they are salutary nonetheless, as typing is better than snoring any given day. The dedicated 9 hours beckon, compels me to sing a lullaby to the anti slumber devils and sleep after they do. More on universal edification, why Indian politicians are digging deep mining for gold cause a sage dint dream about Gold in a crocodile pit and why Kanye had to hire a stadium to propose Kim, when I make this a perfunctory practice.
Every once in a while — often when we least expect it — we encounter someone more courageous, someone who choose to strive for that which (to us) seemed unrealistically unattainable, even elusive. And we marvel. We swoon. We gape. Often , we are in awe. I think we look at these people as lucky, when in fact, luck has nothing to do with it. It is really about the strength of their imagination; it is about how they constructed the possibilities for their Life. In short, they didn’t determine what was impossible before it was even possible.
Fail Safe-Debbie Millman
As life finally manifests itself into a more sense making scheme of events, I get an opportunity to be grateful for the utter normality in my life. The balance which everyone craves subliminally has taken its time to make its enchanting presence felt. The gift of moderation that I am bestowed with divulged itself seeing me replace my ‘dementedly dominant and dominantly demented’ way of being by a more responsible research-oriented-pilgrim approach towards life. An amazing equilibrium of mind body and soul is a result of sacrificing the big city flash by the small town serenity.
My subliminal prowess aids me in exposing the lunatics of the music industry who hoodwink feeble minds into giving impetus to their empty art.
Although Sex Sells..Hideousness dispels…
As we read more we learn more , as we learn more we notice more, as we notice more our brain starts itching with interrogations.
The not so recent MTV VMA awards presented a fitting example of the wave of imbalance that is debauching our generation. The gift of expression was meant to embellish the spirit of life rather than pushing the already distraught cohort beyond the tipping point. The depiction of talent has taken such a bewildering form that it takes away from the actual talent than adding to it. More than half the performances were pure bliss to the audible receptors. The perfect rhythm and melody tarnished by the acts. It made me wonder. Are these artists actually worthy of the Demi God status that they are bestowed with? And are they doing justice to their fans? I believe that conveying good messages with such abominable performances is worse than not conveying messages at all.
For the artists, I understand denting the universe is essential, but they are so consumed by this conception that they are willing to sacrifice billions of people by misguiding them. They have to realise the concept of responsible influence. Aiming and corrupting minds in the camouflage of fun and entertainment appears to be the order of the world.
We are born with choices, but it’s easier to get influenced when an entire community roots for retards among them. I have seen many a vivid pictures in my life, but never have I witnessed famous people (with millions of fans) appreciating utter lunacy from other artists. Standing ovations symbolised honour for soldiers returning from battle in Rome, now anyone who can act like a Lizard on stage is considered worthy of one. Some of them would actually be eligible to compete for top awards at asylums and rehabilitation centres.
Sometimes I feel that some of these artists are compelled to project such ludicrous images. But doesn’t the power of influence come combined with a responsibility? Shouldn’t they actually care more? Leave a comment if you agree to disagree?
Being Human- Choosing people over places
Resources have to be made available for people to learn to adapt to them. In the past, people traveled by foot to major cities to get their hands on better seeds and fertilizers. The ones who took the pains, fared way better than the ones who dint, even if they ploughed their fields better and worked harder.
As progression refined us, we started moving to bigger cities for learning our trade with complicated machines, which guaranteed better jobs. The ones who stayed back in their smaller hometowns had fewer opportunities and hence lesser development.
As technology expands the digital dance floor, participants from the remotest of places are presented with an opportunity to boogie with the big league. Technology has essentially balanced the playing field by providing a ready-made stage for each and every one of us. Small towns no longer need to lose their resources to the big city lights as technology has brought everything to our doorstep.
Men have been travelling for better food and facilities since ages. A wandering lifestyle has been harsh and led to instability. The trend continues with talented professionals having to leave their houses for better prospects, without realizing how badly the instability induced by frequently changing co-ordinates has eroded their working efficiency. The process of travelling and adapting to an alien city has multiple implications, both conscious and sub-conscious (these would need another blog or two to cover).
By bringing latest resources to smaller towns humans have helped themselves in more ways than one. Firstly, resources are now available for those dedicated and passionate people whose skills were being wasted because of the lack of proper infrastructure. Secondly, the stress and time wastage on travel and traffic in a bigger city can only be explained by someone who has lived through the horror. A smaller town is considerably immune to these evils; this lets the workforce focus their attentions on actual work. People who travel to bigger cities leave behind a trail of friend, family, worries and insecurities in their hometown. This leads to overall anxiety, which Is nullified if they are provided with similar facilities in their homecity.
A valley with a variety of talent
Dehradun is the capital of Uttrakhand, which is dubbed the land of Gods. It is the coming together of varied geographies and psychologies. The intermixing of the holy Himalayas and the flourish fields of the plains is in coherence with amalgamation of the respective traits, imbibed in the personalities of residents of this region. We find a distinct calmness rendered to us by the shadow of the Himalayas and strict professional discipline gifted to us by our farming forefathers. The freshness and purity of the surrounding is also reflected in the clarity of thought that ‘Doonites’ posses.
George Harrison signified the mentality of the residents of our town in his song title Dehradun “See them move along the road in search of life divine. Beggars in a goldmine”. Dehradun boasts of being one of the top primary education cities in one of the top primary education country. As a result our town churns out invaluable resources of intellectual and creative talent every year. This coupled with the aesthetic serenity and natural clarity of thought makes it a goldmine. Till now the talent pool found the platform of a suburban town too small to display their skills and felt that they were beggars as compared to people in bigger cities. But, as technology erases borders, your co-ordinates become irrelevant as compared to your guile and skill. The outreach of technology has helped large companies engage intellectual resources from remote places.
In-sync with the Calming surroundings
Life, after running a full circle, has become human centric again. Now big cities don’t guarantee professionalism and efficient work. People from small cities carry bigger dreams; they have larger appetites and are more willing to sacrifice in order to succeed.
Technological progress offers local talent opportunities to accomplish their dreams from the comforts of their own nests. This has lead to a more efficient workforce for local companies. This has not gone unnoticed with the Government offering support to companies in small cities like Dehradun.
Unexpectedly small towns springing with technological support, offer new hope, like lotus’s growing in the mud. “
Do let me know what you feel about the role of technology in propagating small towns and how small towns are contributing to this domain as well?