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

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. (Source:-sprott.physics.wisc.edu/fractals/collect/2003/)

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 ...

Or,

... 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.




RAMAIYA VASTAVAIYA...

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 ?