Friday, June 26, 2009

Cute little stories - 2

“Want to hear a nice story?” he smsed

So he had landed she thought to herself. She had been awake, she was always awake. “What story” she asked

“Oh I could always cook up something”

“Can you cook up rain then, coz its bloody hot here”


“Kid you are!!!” she replied in exasperation.

He smiled; the radio in the cab was playing ‘rehna tu’.

A week later it rained, and as the first drops fell on the parched earth and her thirsty cheeks,........ “bastard” she thought to herself and smiled.

Sunday, June 21, 2009


Sitting by the play ground
I was munching on salted peanuts
A bunch of kids playing football

Little darlings all
clean tees and shorts
eager be muddied

There was the gifted
the one who could
dribble the ball

The other was a coach
would play less
and teach more

The morale booster
who could after a goal
cheer the team back into action

Not to mention the players
the ones who had to support the dribbler
listen to the coach and get cheered on by the booster

But as i sat and watched
two other kids caught my attention
and my eyes just didnt leave them

The elder one was a jostler
she had a sheepish smile, loads of energy
and kicked people on the shins

The other one was the awkward
he dribbled as badly as anyone could
wasnt really good at anything

These two kids, one despised by everyone
one left alone by everyone
were lost to themselves

Wondering what they had done wrong
what had they done wrong?
nothing...they were also kids

A few days ago a person i knew was talking about another person and all the bad that other person had done. I know both of these people to a different extent but I know both are nice people, both have bad things to say about each other.

An incident today and a very sad one about another person precipitated the thoughts into words

Its easy for us people to label each other as good or bad, as achievers or failures. We are all kids, all wanting to smile, laugh and be happy, we have our own ways, sometimes we hurt each other, sometimes we get lost; but in the end, we are all trying to dribble the ball as best as we can...just because we each play a different way we shouldn't miss the point...we are all kids...we all want to smile, laugh and be happy

Friday, June 12, 2009

Oh little bird

Oh little bird
flapping your wings
against the tyranny
of people and time

this jail cannot be broken
through hurtful angst
in your wake others shall cry
is that what you want?

Your tears are precious
waste them no more
look how the kids come
joyfully to you

Come sit on my perch
Oh little one
I'll pet you
and take good care

And you'll realize that
the jail is easily broken
when u fill your bosom with love again
and sing the song that brings sunshine

Oh little bird
you are the light of the world
come back, come back
to the world of love

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Confessions of a Shopaholic

So after months of having it on my laptop I finally saw this piece of work.

The joyful expression of shopping (a good tutorial for men who don't understand why women like to shop), the jealous desire of winning your man before he gets ensnared by the charms of a conniving bimbo, the addictive plight of today's youth wanting to live a life beyond their means, of a person making her career, of achieving what nobody thought u could.

The movie beautifully weaves all of this into one tale...'the girl with the green scarf'
And that is where the movie really starts, its not about brands or money or the lack of it, or romance...its about having a perspective.

"Rebecca Bloomwood: When I was 7 most of my friends stopped believing in magic. That's when I first started. They were beautiful, they were happy. They didn't even need any money, they had magic cards. "

When I was 7 I realized that we really didn't have a lot of was in the army, mom was a school teacher. I didn't buy too many novels, never bought a cassette tape till I was in 11th, every thing was a debate between cost and worth. Not like it was a hard life, we had all sorts of fruits and vegetables in the fridge, we wore shiny new uniforms to school, but it wasn't a life of luxury either. I grew up one of those who wonders what the people inside those big cars and hotels must be like. Those suits in fine fabric, custom tailored for the gentlemen, shoes shining like they have a invisible layer of water on them, the expensive glasses with ice swirling the dark portion.

It was a mystery, yes...

I've been to those five star buildings now, have swirled the ice and smoked the cuban cigars (and I mean cuban)...not like I've reached the eptiome of luxury either, I get my suits custom tailored, but they aren't cut in Savile Row...I don't dress, eat or kill like James Bond (goes without saying I don't look like him either). Even though i have been through those very halls it still is pretty much of a mystery to me...for me even now the question of cost vs. worth comes up.

But somewhere between when I was 7 and today I got to know a secret that people inside those buildings quite often find themselves clueless about...where does one find happiness?

Happiness is found at the dinner a warm house, with warm food, where you share the tensions, the fights, the joys and the sorrows together.

Once you have that it is immaterial if you are eating Dal Bukhara or maa di daal (same thing diff names), whether your shorts are from tommy hilfiger or the imitation nike sold on the road side....

Once you have that.

-The Sanely Insane

Monday, June 8, 2009

A cute little love story

My boss recounted this yesterday about a friend of friend.

So this chap was once sitting in a library and so deeply engrossed that by the time he looked up the library had shuttered down, with him inside it (and this is the pre cell-phone era we are talking about).

So he did what he could do, walk around in the library where he saw another person, 'she' too had been afflicted by the 'too engrossed to notice' syndrome.

So the two of them spent the night inside chatting....

...and a few months down the line they were married

so really...fairy tale romances do happen

Saturday, June 6, 2009

The bro code part 2 - Case of the tattering marriage

For those who haven't read the first part take a peek here

Ok so a chap from our community approached us with this peculiar (peculiar by his standards, its a very common syndrome) problem. A friend of his had been going through a time with her marriage and like any friend should he offered her his shoulder to cry on, his ears to listen to her problems and sane advice (if any man could ever offer one :P ). In doing so he lost his heart to her, she had always been a nice smart witty female this closeness sharing of pain proved to be the tipping point. However as fate would have it the lady managed to get her marriage back on track (thank allah for this :) we don't like seeing marriages breaking up).

So now the question is what does our chap do. While strictly this is not covered under the scope of the brotherhood but we can't leave our brother without guidance now can we, hence applying the principles (did i get the spelling right?) of fairness that the brotherhood is based on we came up with a simple question (the brotherhood believes that even the most complex equations can be solved, if you know exactly what question to ask)

The question being can he come to terms with this new dynamics of relationships, keep being a friend, even though he has strong feelings for her, or does he feel that his feelings will seep out and somewhere cause bitterness either between him, his friend and/or her husband.

And like we expected the answer from our chap pointed to the latter in which case we advised him to step back and out, to sever any and all connections except those which can't be for (social / professional reasons). To bear the pain in the short term for peace and love to prosper....

Our sympathies with the dear chap who has to bear the pain and with the lady who will not be able to understand why her closest friend is going away, but such is must make tough choices sometimes

Friday, June 5, 2009

Beauty - Charles Baudelaire

I Am as lovely as a dream in stone,
And this my heart where each finds death in turn,
Inspires the poet with a love as lone
As clay eternal and as taciturn.

Swan-white of heart, a sphinx no mortal knows,
My throne is in the heaven's azure deep;
I hate all movements that disturb my pose,
I smile not ever, neither do I weep.

Before my monumental attitudes,
That breathe a soul into the plastic arts,
My poets pray in austere studious moods,

For I, to fold enchantment round their hearts,
Have pools of light where beauty flames and dies,
The placid mirrors of my luminous eyes.

A friend read out a few lines of this to me, I can only say that I'm still reading it and letting the subtleties come to me slowly, letting out the beauty of thought in a very slow trickle

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Is it ringing?

Yesterday saw in BBC that in Spain unemployment rates have zoomed to 18%. Thats almost a fifth of the working population. Now while one may blame it on the recession but i believe there is something more deeprooted that is to blame and which irks me more because the recession may have an end to it...but the other problem, now thats something

Imagine for a moment the whole of the world is split into five different countries each having a hundred people. Now one country comes up with an invention called cellphone. First in country A 2 people buy it then a few people in country B buy it, country C,D and E are relatively poor so right now they can't afford it.

So the demand for this thing called cellphone rises in country A and B. Then they realize that they can improve profits by getting the manufacturing done in country C.So they outsource to country C. The income levels in country C start rising so people there also start being able to afford cellphones. Meanwhile in country A and B almost everybody has a cellphone so you start introducing more features, some people buy more than one handset, some others change it every now and then and dump the old one so that every year a manager can say he has sold more mobiles than the previous year.

Slowly sales in country A and B start to plateau when you realize that Country C only 6 people have bought cell phones while they have gotten rich making cellphones for A and B. So you start focussing on country C and you see tremendous growth next few years. Then sometime down you realize that sales from C will not be enough and you start looking at D and E, by now the world population is 600 so you have more people to sell to.

But where does this go to? till when can you work on a growing sales model? till when can you tell people to buy more and more, till when can we exploit the earth more and more for our luxuries than our needs, till when can the owner of the cellphone co. live in palaces and eat dishes with gold foil while someone in country E is drinking dirty water.

Something tells me that we humans have gone very wrong somewhere...very very wrong

Monday, June 1, 2009

This blog

This blog for me is another step in evolution. I know it troubles you guys because you need to keep track of the change every time i jump titles and links, I do apologize for the inconvenience and at the same time hope that you appreciate the freshness the change brings.

With this blog you would've noticed that I've transitioned from my fixation for the black template to the white template which is in line with the theme of this blog 'Beauty of Knowledge'. The title as well the link would leave you confused (I hope it does) because it means nothing, it cannot be pronounced easily or kept in the memory. Our human brain like other things in nature finds it the most convenient to 'patternize' everything. These patterns i believe while having their advantages have a very subtle but powerful disadvantage, that being the 'complexity' in our lives. Every time we feel things are complex it is my theory is that we have been captured / captivated by some pattern and are mentally not able to break out of it. This blog hence tries to break all kinds of stereotypes or patterns that exist and hopes that people will see the light as plain and white as it actually is

It is also a means for me to reach out to people. I'm a conversationalist, this is what I do and my blog continues to be a medium for me to mix my soul with those of others and make a very spicey tangy soul salad. I hope you will all like ones before you extend me the privilege for the same.

It is and here I almost blush :P also a means for me to try and reach out to that single woman who may be looking for me. I have just stepped out of a rather massive heart break and hence may not be very receptive at this point of time. But then between the last time I fell in love and this time the gap was 3 years (with a two minor flickerings in between) and I don't hold high hopes of finding someone really special any time soon. Having said that I do believe (and here you can see how patterns form) that the kind of women who like me are the ones who have a great bias in favour of people with words, wit and intelligence over brut force or money. A single woman is a rare thing today (given the skewed sex ratio :P ) and moreover finding someone you like and they like you back being rarer yet still I believe that if she were to exist and she blogs that maybe she would find me here

But more than my interest to break the patterns of your believes or my romantic hopes of finding lady love, the strongest motivation driver for me is the desire to try and bring a smile to people's faces. I believe that I'm not here on earth to create great products or lead nations to victory but simply to leave the place with more smiles than what I came into. And i really hope that I'm able to achieve this to as much an extent as I can