Moments of silence
In a dark room, in the silence..... As the eyes close for a moment, the dog barks in the street. As time runs by, the thought wanders. When life is fast, there is no thought, but there is a meaning in the stillness of life, the one given by thought. Indeed we live two lives, one in the real world and another in our fantasy. When the real world stops for a moment, the fantasy world races. But the clock never moves. Time stands still.
In a city, the life in the real world is predominant. Its a mechanical job of trying to amass as much wealth as you can in your lifetime. The thought stops and the fantasy world dies. The corporates define pleasure for us. The dinner at the posh restaurant. Coffee with a girl at Barista. The iPOD... The world is simple. Life is simple.
In a village by the stream, the fantasy is predominant. In a powerful whiff of silence, the leaves rattle. The clock has stopped, and the world is repeating in cycles. Each moment of silence repeats. Lots of moments of silence. The deer howls from a distance. The eyes droop for a moment. The birds chirp.
The effort of setting up a fantasy world is nullified as the real world itself is fantasy. Life's still. The thoughts race. In a fleet of imagination you are there on the opposite shore. The wind took a bit longer though. You throw a stone in the water but you hear the sound before you see it splash. The currents are disturbed for a moment, awakened from a deep, profound silence. But the oncoming moment of silence drubs the occasional moment of a water splash. A fish jumps out of the water, its body glowing in the sun and splashes straight into the water. This time you heard the water splash, but you saw the fish jump and splash before you could turn and see where the splashing sound came from. Moments of silence overwhelm moments of silence.
Fish nibble at my immersed feet, but I removed them too fast. I scared them away. Then they come back with renewed vigour and start nibbling again. But I felt them nibble at my feet before they actually did it. This anticipation of a moment of pleasure makes it more enjoyable as the moments of nibbling keep repeating. This gives a sustained emotion of pleasure. You moved the feet just a little and silence looms.
I control the world now. Silence looms. Anything you do creates a moment of pleasure that overwhelms the moment of silence. When you are still, the world is still. The world runs at my command now.
We can have quite a large no. of moments of pleasure.
We have time to grow old. The world is simple. Life is simple.
As you go on, you never knew when the moment of silence replaced a moment of pleasure, but you still felt happy. Without your knowing it, the moments of silence became the moments of pleasure. Silence is pleasure. Pleasure is silence. The world is simple. But life is not.
have 2 pints of beer, somersault on the dance floor, new year is here......
Its been quite a while since I blogged. So why am I blogging now? Bored, but seriously. This simulation here is taking ever so long and I cant find any other way to kill time.....
There are 2 voices speaking in me right now. I dont know what are they. Lets call them Fury and Monk.
Fury: 2 days back, it was a special day right? I heard a lot of crackers go boom, boom......
Monk: Ah, it was new year!
Fury: The day when the last digit of the year changed from '6' to '7'.
Monk: Ah, thats an insult to the occasion.
Fury: Oh, but it was just another day for me. I could see the sun rise from the east like any other day. Nothing has changed.
Monk: You mean you didnt go to any dance parties and all?
Fury: Dance Party! What is that?
Monk: You know, where people get sloshed and dance to a DJ.
Fury: But I dont drink and I dont like dancing to trance.
Monk: At least you could have chalked up some new year resolutions.
Fury: Meaning?
Monk: You know, you could wake up on January 1, 2007 and ask yourself to be forgiven for whatever sins you have committed till now and decide to be a different person with a different set of ideals.
Fury: Thats interesting. But how does a person change the person that he is?
Monk: Exactly! Thats what 'New Year' is there for!
Fury: So, whats so special with 'New Year'. Cant you do that sort of thing any day you want?
Monk: Practically you could do that. But new year is when all the people do it.
Fury: Oh great! I will confess for all my sins on my deathbed then. I will pray that there's no God to punish us and make a fuss over this. Leave me alone now. Leave me alone. Hey, where are you? Where are you man?
Monk vanished into thin air and only Fury remains now.Fury: My best friends from Bangalore and Mumbai had come downtown to spend time with me. We went out and had a nice time. That doesnt happen always. So, thanks to days like New Year!
The fireworks started at about 2 in the morning on January 1st. Endless rocket bombs went one after the other soaring into the sky and exploding to give me a beautiful sight to behold, sitting as I was on top of a small water tank with only the faint trickle of water flowing disturbing the silence.Fury(after a shortwhile, thinking within himself): You know this place is so cool.
NE India Pilgrimage: Day 1
Nice morning, partly cloudy, 32 degree C and I was still unaware about the surroundings in a world of my own. Ah, dont remind me of those bed-teas and the food that you get at home. So, at 10:30 we were at the Victoria Memorial in Kolkata. I dont really like museums and all but this one was worth the time. Calcutta had been an important place during the times of our freedom struggle, and you would be reminded of this fact when you visited the museum.
The Howrah bridge is one of the few of that type in India. It was nice going on top of the bridge in the good old ambassador that took us to Calcutta airport to catch the flight to Bagdogra. 1-hr of torture ended as we landed at Bagdogra by about 4PM. An Omni arranged by Help Tourism was already there that took us to Kalimpong Park Hotel, Kalimpong in about 3 hrs. We spent the night in the hotel with a little bit of television helping us in removing the boredom.
NE India pilgrimage: Day 0
After my first experience on an aeroplane, I've found flights rather boring. A 1-hour flight is quite ideal in that before you get through your refreshments slowly and read some papers, you are set for landing.
But it was a 2-hour flight from Chennai to Kolkata that I was onto, and I anticipated a boring 1-hour on the flight. It was even worse with the evening sun on my window and I, trying my best to eat slowly, finished my plate within an hour and I was left with nothing to do.
After idling for sometime, I witnessed one of the best views one could ever see on a flight. From my window, I could see the evening orange sun peeking from behind the clouds and setting out beams of rays like that you experience in a jungle, when you see the sun through the trees. The rest of the flight passed away in a flash and by the time the plane landed at the kolkata airport, it was 7 PM and well into the night.
I was all in anticipation of the trip to mountains in the north-east part of India. The sight of the sinking sun raised my spirits in a rather dull life that I am living now.
I was planning to blog the events starting from day 1 of the trip but the sunset was too good to be left out and I chronicled it as Day 0!
What the author thinks.....
My end-sems get over tomorrow, and theres a special air on these days. You start thinking about various things.
In my first year, even a week before end-sems, I used to start thinking about home. Eating my mother's dosas and her lovely combination of spices, my friends back at home, my little sister, the smell of sand that comes after rain, the symbol of peace.
Come my second year, I used to have similar feelings but it comes to me during the course of end-sems, not a week before.....
Come my third year, I think about the stupid internship that I have at IMSc and wonder why all this formality?, why this engineering course?, why IIT?, why existence? Philosophical questions such as this used to bother me all the time.
Come my fourth year(that is, NOW), I do not think of home. I am not thinking about the cute little baby that my sister-in-law gave birth to. I am not thinking about the cute little baby that is going to come out in November from my sister's womb. I am not thinking of my DDP with my prof. I sit in front of the damn computer, wasting all my time surfing over loads of useless stuff on the internet. I dont chat with friends. Still, I manage to waste time on the computer. At least during the courses, you think of the courses (maybe negative feelings but hell, feelings nonetheless). Now that my exam gets over tomorrow, there is a feeling of EMPTINESS.
My heart is totally EMPTY. I am void of any feelings now. I am not even thinking about the beautiful mountains of Darjeeling which I would be visiting in a few days time. What has happened to me? Am I incapable of reacting to events around me? Do you need to react to everything that happens around you? Do you need to express your love towards other people to show them that you actually care?
Tomorrow is my birthday and my mother talks to me over the phone. That fails to create any excitement in me. I consider birthday as any other day, except that the people who care for you want to show that they care for you by giving you presents, cards, taking you outside to eat. Do I deserve this? I definitely dont mind the perks that come along my way, but I dont want presents or cards from somebody to remind me that there are people who care for me. Does it show that they think I dont care about them?
Hell, I've asked too many questions. I rather stop now.
I'm thinking about blogging....
The last of the exams of quiz 2 got over today. I needed half an hour more than others to solve a simple paper, but I solved it anyway. Now what?
I'm thinking about my hostel, Narmada's chances of winning LM/WM group. Still remember the time 2 years back when we did immensely well but still ended up coming 2nd in LM group. We had arguably the best guitarist and undisputedly the best keyboardist with us. We felt hard done by. We felt the judges selected individual brilliance over group work as the winning hostel had a super vocalist who stole the show. Last year, we didnt participate in LM group as we didnt have a drummer. Now, we have a decent guitarist, a god-level guy at pads, an ok drummer who doesn't miss the beats and decent vocalists. The team is doing well and we complement each other well. Would want to add an LM group victory to my gallery.
I'm thinking about WM group. We know that our chances at WM arent great, so we would like to enjoy ourselves and perform the songs that we like.
I'm thinking about LM solo, where amazingly, 3 people from our hostel went through to the finals. Now that I'm in the finals, I would like to take it seriously and do some practice to land up with a formidable place.
I'm thinking about the 4-a-side intra hostel football event and would like to play well and take my team a fair distance (as I'm not that great a footballer you know).
I'm thinking about 6-a-side footer and would so love to see Narmada winning it and would also like to take the team that I play in through a fair distance.
I'm thinking about the horrible mess that opened up opposite to our hostel, which rather looks like a 5-star hospital unless someone told you its a mess.
I'm thinking about the Bolton v/s Manchester United game tonight.
I'm thinking about my sister and her life in Chennai.
I'm thinking about Sting as I'm listening to this wonderful song while I'm blogging.
I'm thinking about crashing in the afternoon to compensate for all those sleeping hours lost in the night due to my mugging prowess.
I'm thinking about today's LM/WM practice.
I hate to think about having my lunch in the mess half an hour from now.
I hate to think about the hot weather that is unsettling our daily habits.
I hate to think about the assignment in Analog IC Design that is due tomorrow midnight.
I hate to think about the assignment in DSP Algos that is due Monday.
This song by Coldplay is good you know, and I think its raising my spirits and all.....
Bible — Ezekiel 25:17
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee."
Samuel Jackson's first rendition of this phrase and the follow-up in Quentin Tarantino's "Pulp Fiction" is the best scene that I've seen in any Hollywood movie.
