Sentience
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Opinion!
I mean, who doesn’t have one! Everyone has one on every damn
thing! Unless and otherwise it’s been asked by your parents!
None answers them especially when it is about CAREER (That’s
right in Caps and in super big font size) and MARRIAGE (bigger than career’s
size if you’re Indian).
Opinions/thoughts about passion, world, Supreme Being,
religion, life style and every other essential aspects of life don’t really
matter as long as you’ve your master degree next to your engineering degree!
Whoever spoke of freedom of speech, really, what were you
thinking?
Friday, August 1, 2014
Say Hello to Strangers!
Imagine a situation where a bunch
of young people are waiting for their pick-up vehicle at a common place.
Underlying assumption is that they don’t know each other and have the same
purpose of waiting for their cab/bus/train. In today’s era, if you picture it,
you can visualize a culturally diverse group of youngsters dressed in all
possible colours, with their ear phones plugged in and preciously starring into
their mobile phones. For all you know, they might be playing candy crush (curse
that game!).
Now let’s introduce some fun!
What if all the mobile phones/IPods/iPhones/tabs/all
electronic devices were seized??? Or it just vanishes or just a new rule which prohibits
the usage of electronic devices. Possible Impossibility! But just for the sake
of fun, let’s visualize this scenario.
Now that they don’t have anything
to stare at or act busy with, I really wish to know what they’d do?! My guess
is some would be staring/looking at the sky or probably birds, some, making out
shapes from the clouds, some, inspecting their footwear, some, playing ‘statue’
and others, some other weird things. AWKWARDNESS all the way! That would be a
funny scene. Really! All of this just to avoid acknowledging the presence of
each other.
We all have been there and know
how uncomfortable it is to stand next to a stranger. What saves us all is our
smart phone. We’d rather read a boring piece of news on our mobile than chat up
with a complete stranger. Because they’ve a smart phone which has the same
boring news and how’d I forget FB and of course the very famous candy crush!
Everyone is out of touch with
being naturally social and friendship happens only when we have an obvious
common thing like school, college or work. But it actually takes very little
effort to turn our head to the other person, make eye contact, smile and say hello!
If someone does that to me, I’m not going to be rude and turn my head away
unless he/she seems to be threat. But then there are why’s and But’s! Endless
loop of just questions and no answers!
If only you know how interesting
a conversation with a stranger can be! I’ve chatted with whom I travel regularly,
cab drivers, the cleaning lady at work, house-keeping lady at hostel, watchman,
night security, fresh school pass outs, random strangers and many more. Everyone
has some amazing stories to share. What’s
so cool about this is they acknowledge you and always wave a smile! It’s
contagious! If someone seems sombre, I’ll pass on my smile to them. It makes me
happy!
‘Stranger’ is a word that has life
only till a ‘hello’ gets exchanged. Then the word gets replaced by
‘fellow-citizen’, ‘co-passenger’, ‘neighbour’, even ‘Bro’! Already, we’ve
people sharing posts on FB that says ‘I’m glad I had a childhood before
technology took over’. Technology hasn’t taken over; we’ve just lost our social
sense. It’s ok if people give you weird looks when you start a conversation.
They may even feel intimidated first but later they’ll be happy to have made
small talks, at the least. This is because we are basically social animals. We
all want to wave ‘hi’ and smile a greeting but we just don’t do it because it’s
no more practised. That’s the plain simple reason and not because technology
has taken over. We just need something to blame things on.
The next time you’re waiting for
your bus, you see that stranger whom you see every day, wave a hello or just
smile, because they too want to. First step is always the toughest rather most awkward
in this case but the next day they’ll call out to you and you can happily put
away your mobile and engage in a good and definitely interesting conversation!
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Slow down, please.
The little I see and hear makes me long for the real world, the feel of the wind, the real adventure!
Coffee at twelve, sunrise with a hug, memories of faraway lands!
New faces, different traditions and color!
A train, a cart, jolly bus rides and lovable walks!
Food and accessories! Moonlight and the beach!
Longing desires waiting to happen. Desires that would be picture perfect only when blended with the freshness of youth.
Years of toiling only to pile up the green paper and temple visits at sixty doesn’t count for the life-that-I-always-wanted-to-live!
Years of toiling only to pile up the green paper and temple visits at sixty doesn’t count for the life-that-I-always-wanted-to-live!
Grey walls and coffee mugs decay the already decaying brain. It needs oxygen. Not money. Not fame. Not any job. The least one can do is keep it alive.
The alarm, the being-late-to-work, the gossipy co-workers, the machine spat coffee, the same desktop screen, the same boss, the same monotonous work, the getting-tired part, the meeting-the-targets part, the I-wish-I-was regretting part, the money-hiding-our eyes part, the traffic jam, the left-overs and the night sleep. No one ever dreams of this. Contrarily, one knows any who does it the other way!
Life seems to be running at the fast-forward mode and in a BLIND mode. Let’s slow down, please. Let’s look around, a bit.
Care to enjoy the sunrise at the beach? Try some tender coconut, plant a new tree, visit the museum with a friend, help a stranger, buy a beggar some food, that’s even better than money, and marry someone you love. Like it’s said, little things are those that will seem matter at the end.
Love seems to be at the verge of extinction! Love for parents, for siblings, for your land, mainly love for your own self. It all seems lost. Materialistic love is mistaken for real love! Let’s love ourselves. It’s the little we can do for our own self!
Travel a lot. Enjoy the rusted iron smell of the electric trains, a chit-chat with a stranger, walk the summits and wear your cloth of comfort. Enjoy the food you eat. Chuck the diet and become friends with the nature. Green and blue! Fresh and yellow! The sun will shine health onto you. Make time for yourself. Love thy life. Celebrate life. After all, we all have been walking towards our grave since our birth. It’s a journey meant to be celebrated!
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Trapped!
Mem-0-Rism!
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Cynical
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Hmmm....
A bubble that’s so hard to break….
Limbs tied with ropes that seem invisible…
Running short of air…..
An urge to act fast…..
No sound but struggle within...
With all might, I broke open the bubble…
Only to realize that I pop opened to dense, dark and strange waters...
Pressure crushing my body…
Movements difficult in that thick medium…
Blurred vision…
I breathe in that heavy liquid…..
NO….. I shouldn’t…. I need to reach for the surface….
But am drowning… drowning deep inside……
Lungs straining with pressure…
The acidic feeling of liquid entering my wind pipe…
Half conscious…
Falling deep inside…
Limbs attempting in vain to push myself to the surface…..
I breathe in more liquid….
One final breath……
& I broke free….
- Whoa.. watta dream-
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
LIFE – A DRAMA!!!
Greetings to all who come across…
Smiles to everyone, with enthu not lost…
Jokes cracked, brings bubbles of laughter…
Sometimes, acting a dunce too, doesn’t matter…
Worries, forgotten in a jiffy…
Smile, that of an innocent silly…
Defined as happiness and mellow by the ones around…
Within, alone knows the truth that’s borne…
A heart, sensitive and fragile…
Yet broken again and again with style…
Troubles that doubles…
‘Time not spared’, clan mumbles…
Smiles of pain…
Tears in vain…
Behind the veil, all hidden…
Smilingly, reduce others burden…
Drama, I choose…
Life, continues…
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