Sunday, September 13, 2009

Owning Complexities

Holding complexity gets inspiration out of the inner thrust from different thoughts. For if you want to move from one stage to other stage, while keeping things intact may require certain juggling and a lot of practice to sustain inherent complexity. And add to it the side effects of the effort which may introduce cacophony; or moreover you come to a situation where holding complexity may sound meaningless.
How valid steps of our life is, often requires or gets input from others. And often these inputs should be rigorously analyzed of. This is too big a requirement. More you look into validity of your steps the more you are susceptible of crossings by people.
You buy peace by diffusing some complexities. :)

Monday, June 8, 2009

The passing days

With every passing day, with every day which eventually gets completed ... I suffer a trauma. The trauma of the meaninglessness of who I am. The trauma of really not doing anything which substantially makes thing relevant. Amid this trauma, for last few days, I have started or you can say restarted reading things on Plato, Kant, Russell, Lenin and likes. Will like to write more on them. Will like to blog about them. Give me time till this coming Sunday.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

The spiritual mission followers

It seemed almost dramatic, - Mr. Govind Jee's (name changed) sudden turn to Praja Pita Brahma Kumari Mission, a Hinduism oriented spiritual mission spread across India ( may be across the world, I have not inquired much). Not that he could not be a religious person, but his seemingly more involvement in this mission and spreading the thought of this mission in morning jogging time appeared hyperactive. All these activities started happening after his 30years old daughter died, almost 10 years ago, some say it was a suicide, some say there may have been some conspiracy; but Govind Jee who may be 65 something at that time gradually got involved in the spiritual mission. In the jogging time he used to catch people and explain the terms like Param Brahma, Brahma and many a phrases literally bound to Praja Pita mission. Unsurprisingly people were afraid of his company for it was either boring or irritating in subject matter. Though every body somehow goes into analytic of any context, but when it comes to religious matters, questioning sometimes is taken as disrespectful. The conceptions and logic of common Spiritual discourses are laid on religious ethos of masses; and people find it suitable not to question those things.

Govind Jee thus declared himself a spiritual person. And though people refrained discussing spiritual matters with him, still his visit to some one's house or even parties offered logisitc problems. His demands were always subtle. This kind of bed. That kind of food. Unfatefully his own sons and their families practically dejected him. At the age of 75 now, his wife still takes care of his meals; and because of his earlier government officer job he gets good pension to live with. Actually economy is not a problem for him, and quite tacitly he uses services of Praja Pita branches wherever he goes. Govind Jee lives his self. For him the idea of materialism or spiritualism has actually become Govindism. The uncanny and scrupulous attitude of attributing truism to your own.

I saw similar trait in Mr. Gupta Jee and Mr. Param, both aged above 60 and both bound to religious associations. Quite interestingly I saw some folks of my colleges practicing these things. I do not have any view point regarding whether these associations are good or not, still doing something which does not promote free thinking does not appeal much to me. I understand that religious believing sits down there in its own strength within us, but to not to inquire the changes and their objectivity which these believes bring to us seems wrong to me.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Virginia Slims -- You've come a long way, baby

Phil Harris -

Smoke Smoke Smoke That Cigarette

Now I'm a fella with a heart of gold,
The ways of a gentleman,
I've been told.
The kind of a guy that wouldn't even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met
That guy that invented that cigarette
I'd murder that son of a gun in the first degree.
Well not because I don't smoke myself
I don't reckon they'll harm your health
I've smoked all my life and I'm not dead yet.
But nicotine
slaves are all the same,
At a pettin' party or a poker game,
Everything's must stop while they smoke a cigarette.

Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! that cigarette.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
And if you smoke yourself to death,
Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate
That you hate to make him wait,
But you got to have another cigarette.

Now in a game of chance the other night,
Old Dame Fortune was doing me right.
The kings and queens just kept on comin' round
I played 'em hard and I bet 'em high
But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy
He kept on raisin' and layin' that money down
Yeah he'd raise me, and I'd raise him.
I sweated blood, gotta sink or swim;
He finally called, but he didn't raise the bet.
I said aces full, pal,
How 'bout you?
He said well I-I'm gonna tell you in a minute or two
But right now I got to have a cigarette.

Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! that cigarette.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
And if you smoke yourself to death,
Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate,
That you hates to make him wait,
But you gotta have another cigarette.

Now the other night I had a date
With the cutest little gal in the 48 states,
A high bred up-town fancy little dame.
She said she loved me,
And it seemed to me
That things were about like they oughtta be.
So Hand in hand we strolled down lover's lane.
She was oh so far from a cake of ice,
Our smoochin' party was going nice,
So help me Hannah I think I'd've been there yet
But I'd give her a kiss and a little squeeze
And she said, "Phil, would you excuse me please,
But I got to have a cigarette."

Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! that cigarette
Puff! Puff! Puff!
And if you puff yourself to death,
Tell Saint Peter at the golden gate,
That you hate to make him wait,
But you got to have another cigarette.

The puff speaks independence.

In 70s Philip Morris USA, sponsored Women Tennis and declared

You've come a long way, baby

The puffs became slim. The marketing was at its height. The femininity quirked. Teenagers rolled about Virginia Slim. The smooth, mellowly puff.

It reminded me my first year of engineering. Where the boys were free. Free first time out of their home. They had hands full of money, thanks to worry of parents. And guys, I will not speak out your name, you people bought these kind of Cigarettes only. The puffs meant for them, you bought those puffs. And you said, its mild, its mellow ... no harm, its ecstasy.

Guys, when it came final year, I saw you with those beedis. The mild fume and then the Beedis whoosh.

Gone are the days of Mr. Anbumani Ramadoss, our highly honored Ex-Health Minister. Depiction of Smoking is a reflection of creativity. No hiccups.

But what about Woman smoking in Indian Subcontinent. Though many Indian Woman smoke but the social acceptance is negligible.

You became the President. You became the chair person of most powerful political party. You became the speaker of world's biggest democratic parliament. You talk about 50% reservation everywhere.

But woman o woman, why not any Cigarette ads for you and only you yet ?

The puffs color is yet not ultimate shiny.

Thursday, June 4, 2009


Djinn always enchanted me. The folklores generating from Arabian Nights were the cause of being glued to Television. Djinn ( or its transliteration to English Gennie or simply Jinn) is a well established notion originating from pre-Islamic era and the early foundation days of Islam. The conception that Jinn (جن), the Spirit of Lamp as per as Aladdin goes, who helps us and is kind, helping yet very powerful augurs well for Children.

Spirit of Lamp is rubbed and Djinn appears.

What will happen if all Djinn have Spirit of Lamp ? One Djinn calling other Djinn, the second calling third one. Is God the ultimate Djinn ? Does God sits over infinite chains of Djinns ? This may appear ogreish or demonic to say, but these infinitude are not logically otiose. So my beloved writer Douglas Hofstadter describes this beautifully in his masterpiece Godel, Escher and Bach.

Djinn or Indra's net or Monalisa's painting all have giant depth. You think, space is yet left. But some pictures for you to get ulterior feeling for Djinns. (

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Have you ever tasted Man?

Just so stories, Rudyard Kipling:-

N the sea, once upon a time, O my Best Beloved, there was a Whale, and he ate fishes. He ate the starfish and the garfish, and the crab and the dab, and the plaice and the dace, and the skate and his mate, and the mackereel and the pickereel, and the really truly twirly-whirly eel. All the fishes he could find in all the sea he ate with his mouth--so! Till at last there was only one small fish left in all the sea, and he was a small 'Stute Fish, and he swam a little behind the Whale's right ear, so as to be out of harm's way. Then the Whale stood up on his tail and said, 'I'm hungry.' And the small 'Stute Fish said in a small 'stute voice, 'Noble and generous Cetacean, have you ever tasted Man?'

Have you ever tasted Man?

Neigh ... don't cut him. Don't cut him like chickens ... No need of knife. Actually knives or incisions are just not required. Tasting a man does not require tasting him.

So, have you ever tasted Man?

The Whale in Kipling's story got taste of Man ? Not by engulfing him ! Actually the man effectively Tasted him.

In the realistic world, no will say ayes for this question. Even phrasing this query other way around, will not get much direct support - Have any man tasted you?

How a man Tastes ?

Spicy, sweet, salty, saucy, soothing ...


... Assuming, Angry, Alluring, Assertive, Annoying.

The bluish night, bluish because black is too dark a word to describe an otherwise seemingly vivid life. The bluish night, where you think that amid the darkness you are able to see yourself. The bluish night, you think you are always there - you sleep, yet you are awake.

In the deep darkness you are perceiving blue circles or rather blue castles, going closer to them they turn black, just for the moment that some blue fumes appear thereby. Its black, its blue. Its blue, its black.

Its nihility. Yet is not the end. For end may be a nihility for the observer but not for the object, as it is end of the object. So nihility is not the end for the object. Nihility is a state.

Chains of handshakes.

Clever chains. Sweet chains. Friendly chains. Brotherly chains. Social chains.

Chains of handshakes.

The stamp that you're "Tasting" others. Others Tasting you. Its not Test. Its Taste. A Test has passiveness, a Taste does not have passiveness.

Have you ever tasted Man?
Have you ever tasted Man out of Nihility?

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Sowmalya on Ramaiya Vasta Vaiya

Sowmu, my friend and the song Ramaiya Vasta Vaiya of Shree 420.
If we think from the premises of this film this song resembles the pain one is going through during the parting times.

But if we see the song from the beginning the song is being sung by a group of street people who in general does not have anything to loose or not much a thing to gain .Their singing the song indicates their casual interaction with life and easy acceptance of any good or bad. One big teaching which comes from this film is HOPE. Which reflects in a couple of plots of the film e.g. the 100 rupees flat sequence , the hope to get everything back for the poor, getting the love back after all the miss happenings.As we know this film is the journey of a small town guy coming to a big town and lost his naive ness partly due to the circumstances and partly by his inclination to be rich early (which in general every body have) .The first part of the song tries to make him remember the pure soled human with which he came to the city and changed. The second part is used as a comparison between the previous him and the current him.

Now a days these things may look stupid but these words are eternal and have a wonderful meaning always.

These days when love , care kind of feelings loosing its meaning in its true sense these songs are like fresh air and let you float to your childhood days.

Optimism may be off and on for the rich people but are always with the poor. These are kind of songs always remain as a token of good lyrics and unbiased intention to make to meaningful cinema.


Monday, June 1, 2009

Archie and Betty ... or Archie and Veronica

So with whom Archie should go finally ? The 600th edition's cover page suggests it could be Veronica !!!

Oh! don't say that this is their personal life, personal decision ... and one should not interfere, intervene !!! Veronica seems to be happily blogging, and cheerfully oozing her wavy words. But lo and behold, the whole blogger world is damn serious about this issue, and internet is flooded out of discussion - with whom Archie should marry !

He should marry otherwise "Bahan Jee" (sister kinda) type Betty or should he go for the "Kat" Veronica?

Its 2009. Its 68 years of Archie Andrews. He is still young, still to marry ... thanks because he is a comics character. But he is not just a comics character. Along with Veronica, Betty, Jughead, Reggie, Dilton and all of Riverdale and Riverdale High School - Archie develops on your imagination. In your teens you may have been fan of this team, your father in his teens may be fan of this team and perhaps may be your grandfather !!! Archies and fellows live right there ... they will make you nostalgic ... they are our very own.

We do not want Archies to live a tormented life. We do not want Betty to sob. We do not have any wish to let Veronica spoil her life randomly. We never had completely polarized bad wishes for any of them. The Riverdale High School high school folks should remain joyful( though yet they can keep plotting).

But then it appears that they(authors of Archies) are planning to wed Archie.

Some say Veronica was the only love interest of Archie.
Some say its Betty who cares about Archie.
Some say Archie being a below average, lazy and economically down guy should not be married with either of two !
Some say since divorce is a real thing now (read its 2009) so Archie go and marry Ronnie(Veronica) just to finally settle down to Betty !! Scandalous yet so real these days.

The quintessential thing always have been - how come an avergae guy like Archie can be the subject of contention between some one like Veronica or Betty. Quite Unreal. But saying it that its a pure Comics Act will be like shutting down many a things.

Veronica says in her blog:-
Veronicafashionrule I love jeans. Betty LIVES in jeans. Everybody LOVES jeans! There are THOUSANDS of jeans out there – some new, some not-so-new, and some found in retro boutiques all over the country (my favorite!) They’ve been around FOREVER. These are MY rules for wearing jeans.
I will just assume that Archies Comics Authors will just do what is there in the fashion. What is there in the fashion ?

Sunday, May 31, 2009

An excerpt from Pride and Prejudice

Society cares very little about thoughts of a yet to be married professionally well settled man. Such men are treated like a hook and probably a lot of things, wishes die very quickly for them. Jane Austin' Pride and Prejudice interestingly puts this view point at the beginning itself. Here is an interesting excerpt from it:-

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good
fortune, must be in want of a wife.

However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering
a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.

"My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that
Netherfield Park is let at last?"
Mr. Bennet replied that he had not.
"But it is," returned she; "for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she told me all about it."
Mr. Bennet made no answer.
"Do you not want to know who has taken it?" cried his wife impatiently.
"You want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it."

This was invitation enough.

"Why, my dear, you must know, Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken by a young
man of large fortune from the north of England; that he came down on Monday in a
chaise and four to see the place, and was so much delighted with it, that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately; that he is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week."
"What is his name?"
"Is he married or single?"
"Oh! Single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or five thousand
a year. What a fine thing for our girls!"
"How so? How can it affect them?"
"My dear Mr. Bennet," replied his wife, "how can you be so tiresome! You must
know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them."
"Is that his design in settling here?"
"Design! Nonsense, how can you talk so! But it is very likely that he may fall in love
with one of them, and therefore you must visit him as soon as he comes."

The Australian Episode

If Indian television News media were a lady, or better say Indian Film Industry to Page 3 celebrity, who it would have resembled ? I'll go for Rakhi Sawant( for those who don't know her, please do not Google her for wiki pages, some masaala web pages will do the necessary). The morale for both is the same - keep speaking, rather keep boozing, till it advertises you, till it accelerates your TRP. And hey more and more you will pour out, all truth, all morality and all news will have free flow, free ascent. Something like captain cook iodized salt ... :). But 'm just hearing, someone is murmuring ... Rakhi is too frivolous while media has people like Pronoy Roy, Barkha Dutt, Mr. Rajdeep Sardesai and the Secular Superman Vinod Dua ... damn serious people, the pillars of Indian Television Journalism, ohh ... rather they are The Journalism themselves. Thankyou, ... so what ??? The lexicons, the words they beat ... solemnizes, casts whatever happens around in polarized way.

Whatever happened in Australia, is for sure a problem, or rather a social problem. Its happening in Australia, may be in UK or Germany also. But its not Australia the State who is doing this. Its the Australian society and Indian society coming up together has racial overtones. And as this is a problem, and solution involves people understanding the fact that whatever is happening over there is wrong, I suppose this needs serious handling. But then what I saw on TV screens is this - "Racist Australia ??" or "Amitabh ne Australia ko Tamacha maara". Very little respect for a country, very little respect for people over there. Okay, someone is saying, India is a Nuclear Power, Economic power, &@&^@* power, let it thunder them. Too insane.
Indian students(mostly from rich background or having good support system) go there for better facilities ... why not develop those facilities in India ? Or like if racism is at its height there, should not Indian and Australian government workout at social level to clean things. I assume these things may be happening already. I heard reports of Peace March over there.

But these things do not give veto to ... Indian Media to call Australia, a racist country. This is too bad an adjective. And too bad if some one from India says so.

What about the cast-creed mixed disastrously in India ?

What about North Indian students beaten in Maharashtra and whole India watching it sheepishly?

Moreover what about students coming from Nepal, Bangladesh, Sri Lanka, Myanmar to India and studying over here? That the students of colleges making frequent mockery of them, and making them feel that they are separate islands?

Any Indian does not have morale right to tell any other country Racist ! First clean your rooms.

"IN THE LAND OF BUDDHA!" - a poem by my friend Ratan

I would have liked to write about my friend Ratan, but perhaps a quadruple of posts can only do the justice to him, me and the world both of us share. Ratan is in Allahabad and will remain so, as he is planning to shift from Delhi to there, it appears ... completely. Here is a poem by him, the theme is based on Genocide of Tamils in Sri Lanka.


haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
naash karo tum naash karo,
sab prit ka,
vichaar, gyan,
tum manav-man ka,
naash karo tum naash karo,
haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
boond boond kya?
tum dhaara bahaavo,
hind mahaasagar tum lal karo,
samundr jal kuchh aur khaara ho,
bhishaan tum chitkar karo,
haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
nanhon ko tum bikhlane do,
karo tarunon ka tum kop bhaakshaann,
man kanpe.........
haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
karo tum bhishaan haal-chaal,
dekho yah chita fir n dahaad sake,
usakee aatma bhi n chinghaad sake,
golion kee tum jhaadi lagao,
nabh se bhi aag barasavo,
haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
aaj n tumhe koee ram rokega,
n hi tumhe buddh ka gyan rokega,
nahin ruddh karega koee mahaadanav kee gati,
tum manavata ka kal karo,
haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
--makabool.{kumar ratan}

Saturday, May 30, 2009


And then we jettisoned ourselves into IMAX to watch this otherwise 3-4 weeks old movie - 99B
(thanks to IPL effect). The popcorn were on ... the otherwise Rs. 15 turned Rs.45 Sprite can was on. Since 99B was the only Hindi film flick available on the screens, and since the title of film looked dark ... so respectively, the choices were not there and hope for a complete movie was also remote. But nay, 99B proved me wrong, and can say that movie structured out well out of the plot based on "Cricket Match fix" scandal that rocked the cricketing world back in 99. And Boman Irani once again has proven that how masterly a good actor deciphers the minute elements of a scene. The way he was persuading against his wife for his characteristic weakness to bet for Cricket Matches, was hilarious and at the same time very original. In short this movie does what it was meant for. Moreover this guy, Kunal Khemmu is also impressive. Another interesting scene was Cyrus Broacha's showing seriousness on his face ... lending the thought to viewers that just because he is healthy and muscular(say fat) he can go for borrowing his bosses money.
Good movie ...

Friday, May 29, 2009

Shelley's Marriage ...

Percy Bysshe Shelley, famously called Shelley is one the very popular poets of English literature. And like very creative people of other fields, he too had enigmatic elements in his life.

...Four months after being expelled, the 19-year-old Shelley travelled to Scotland with the 16-year-old schoolgirl Harriet Westbrook to get married. After their marriage on 28 August 1811, Shelley invited his college friend Hogg to share their household. When Harriet objected, however, Shelley brought her to Keswick in England's Lake District, intending to write. Distracted by political events, he visited Ireland shortly afterward in order to engage in radical pamphleteering. Here he wrote his Address to the Irish People and was seen at several nationalist rallies. His activities earned him the unfavourable attention of the British government.

Unhappy in his nearly three-year-old marriage, Shelley often left his wife and child (Ianthe Shelley, 1813-76) alone, first to study Italian with a certain Cornelia Turner, and eventually to visit William Godwin's home and bookshop in London, where he met Godwin's daughter, Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin, later known as Mary Shelley. Mary was the daughter of Mary Wollstonecraft, the author of A Vindication of the Rights of Women.

On 28 July 1814, Shelley abandoned his pregnant wife and child when he ran away with Mary, also inviting her stepsister Jane (later Claire) Clairmont along for company. The three sailed to Europe, crossed France, and settled in Switzerland, an account of which was subsequently published by the Shelleys. After six weeks, homesick and destitute, the three young people returned to England. In the autumn of 1815, while living close to London with Mary and avoiding creditors, he wrote Alastor, or The Spirit of Solitude. ...

(source - Wikipedia)

Wish I could do it ... oh yes 'm not 19yrs old ... ecchhh . And Galois the great Mathematician who died at age of 20 ( he booted Group Theory and, Galois Field - a finite field, is named after him) was similarly a big revolutionary in 19-20 ... Galois died, some say its because of a love affair-
...Some archival investigation on the original letters reveals that the woman he was in love with was apparently a certain Mademoiselle Stéphanie-Felicie Poterin du Motel, the daughter of the physician at the hostel where Galois remained during the final months of his life. Fragments of letters from her copied by Galois himself (with many portions either obliterated, such as her name, or deliberately omitted) are available.The letters give some intimation that Mlle. du Motel had confided some of her troubles with Galois, and this might have prompted him to provoke the duel himself on her behalf. This conjecture is also supported by some of the other letters Galois later wrote to his friends the night before he died. Much more detailed speculation based on these scant historical details has been interpolated by many of Galois' biographers (most notably by Eric Temple Bell in Men of Mathematics), such as the oft-repeated conjecture that the entire incident was stage-managed by the police and royalist factions to eliminate a political enemy. ...

(source - Wikipedia)

When you are in age of 18-20, you are altogether different person ... the music is always unscripted.


I am not sure of literal meaning of "Aila". Neither am sure of it belongs to which language, though Hindi film song --"Aila re ..." or Sachin's Pepsi's ad suggests that "Aila" may be a slang, at least . Aila's femininity or masculinity is something I am leaving up-to linguists or ... the hard nosed people who debated and debated with me on it ;).
But gone by the essence in which this term was used in Songs or Ads, "Aila" carries a sudden surprise element though the imposition of surprise is not forceful. So though it is delivery of surprise ... its not something which will make you run bizarre. "Aila" has soft intensity.
"Aila" has killed hundreds of people this time. Its cyclone Aila. Aila is just a noun here, its verbal context described in upper stanza has no connection.
Actually in the consciousness of Indian mindset, Cyclone "Aila" or floods or earthquakes or any other cacophony are verbally "Aila". Surprising, soft intense.
Aila's are forgotten ... till next Aila comes and passes away ...

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Rebooting ...

Almost Six months ...

The green, lightening green, stem first got stemmed ... something stoppered its giggles ... and the greenery slowly darkened ... became pale, shrunken ... just an inert mass ... full of dusts ... leaving no scope for some one to look after it ...

My Blog has kissed though not the death ... but it suffers a feeling of being stemmed ...

Its frightening for me ... promising to keep writing ... writing is yet, the best art of the mankind. Hope, will be updating on daily basis.