Presently i’m reading two books. One a classic, and another from a new author – A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth and The Serpentine Scrolls by Alcatraz Dey.
The Serpentine Scrolls is about a young man who find himself in a web of mysteries, deceptions, adventures and we travel along. I almost completed reading the book, with a few pages remaining, which would be completed tonight. The author Ajay Kumar, in his pseudonym Alcatraz Dey has done a good job with his book, and it doesn’t show as a debut novel.
A Suitable Boy is one of the best among the classics of modern Indian English Literature. It is a journey of a soothing, comfortable boat ride of about 1500 pages, which has several vistas, to be experienced and enjoyed all along! I’m travelling along, enjoying the ride!
I had been away for a long while, as my personal and professional commitments had taken a higher priority. And I’m back to my good world of blogging, which sadly had to take a backseat.
Writer’s block, I should say, is one which anyone would hate, when trying to type out a good post, and that too after an exile. And I keep thinking, observing, little bit of rolling too, to come out with something worth posting about, to celebrate my return to Words and Lines. And there, I get a sudden flash from a block of memory.
The holy nights and celebrations of Navaratri have started and it’s supposed to be the time for spiritual ‘reconciliation’. Well, if one is ready to explore the unknown and is ready accept the outcome, any time would be a good period of celebration, for such reconciliations and realizations that follow.
The Navaratri celebrations signify the victory of Goddess Durga over the tyrant Mahishasura, the victory of Sri Rama over Ravana, or more precisely the victory of ‘good’ over ‘bad’
The concept of ‘good’ and ‘bad’ has always been and should always be debatable. What’s seemingly good to one is bad to another and the vice versa holds good too. What’s good in a situation might be a bad one in a different situation, from the same point of view that held it as good, earlier!
Mahishasura, a strong willed, tough devout, noble enough to receive boons of greater strength and power, turned into an arrogant bundle of vile, to unleash his powers over the unparalleled. Well, the neurons inside Mahisha’s brain would justify how being a ruthless tyrant, would be for a noble cause! That’s how perspectives work! But rising over good, bad, right, or wrong, one level headed cause must create a balance from every known and unknown relativity, which is denoted here by Durga, who adorns a third eye over her forehead, that could see the unseen and foresee the not to be seen.
Anyway, the twenty eyed Ravana couldn’t view the better horizons as seen by the ‘dual’ eyed Rama, and it paved way for his victory, or more aptly, the balance as denoted by the bow he carries! A similarly different perspective, with a differently similar example!
So, in my ways, Navaratri can more aptly be put as a celebration of the restoration of the erstwhile fallen balance, than the victory of ‘good’ over ‘bad’
Such realizations, celebrations culminate in on the eve of Vijayadasami, the last day of the Navaratri, and the day for new beginnings.
Festivals are about celebrations, relationships, realizations, knowledge, colour, food, pomp, splendour, sharing, giving, receiving, and so many other things, abstract. And for a long festival, the preparations for which begin even long before, there is so much to do within.
I wish a Happy Navaratri. I also seek blessings for more knowledge, and time, and to blog regularly.
This work of words comes from my level of knowledge and understanding. I’m always ready for any correction or discussion.
Conversations with strangers, acquaintances, friends, near-and-dear, oneself are a part of everyday life. There are times when we go conversation-less with many of them (I cannot go conversation-less with myself, though) And then, there are conversations that should be had, there are conversations that shouldn’t have happened, there are conversations that are awesome, there are conversation that are awkward, and I’ll stop with the assortment here!
I’ve had some of the most awesome (and awkward too!) conversations with Mr.B (oh! Mr.Bro whom I had introduced here) Time, medium, situation aren’t big influences when it comes to conversations between us. As I’m struggling a bit with writer’s block, I just intended to post few good conversations of us, over Whatsapp (well, those which aren’t quite intimate and personal!)
Shooting them, here I go…
While we spoke about life expectancy and leading a long life … B (You know who): It would be boring after a point Dependency will increase
K (It’s me): Boring only if things are repetitive One can be least dependent upto a level. Beyond that we can’t help After all we are social animals
B: There ll be a lot of limitations Age Efficiency Dependency Lack of true friends
K: Yes..Agreed on all But life is about that Sailing through all this
B: I don’t want to
K: I can say a lot more limitations now itself and stop my life right now Why to wait till 50 or 60 even then
B: I have already questioned this.. What’s the point of any living being or its actions, when ultimately everything is progressing towards an inevitable end..
K: Hmm yes I had this though too And then all I understood was.. It’s not about the destination It’s only about the journey.. And let me make the most of it
B: A journey without destination
K: Worrying about the indefinite destination only stops us from enjoying the journey We dunno for sure what happens after we die So what’s the use thinking of it
B: What is enjoyment in itself a tough question
K: It depends 🙂 I’m enjoying this conversation with you now
B: Basically there is some selfishness, however big or small, to every enjoyment
K: Yes.. In most cases
B: So basically everything about self satisfying
K: But what is completely selfless then? …
And once while we were analyzing the history and geography of the world (and trying to change its course! ) … K: Yes I agree.. Borders and patriotism came with civilization Again there’s a difference between what’s civilised and what’s not What seems civilised to me isn’t the same to someone else
B: Nope, the itch to be part of a group that is dominating or better at survival gave way to this discrimination. Being civilized is synonymous to being decent If you use your words instead of violence.. Maybe that’s called being civilized
K: But why violence can’t be considered as civilised The same… What is something to me.. Is something else to someone
B: When you resort to violence, most often you choose authority over negotiation.. You want it be your way, just cause you are powerful
K: Obviously yes.. And that’s one kind of civilization
B: What.. Resorting to violence instead of logic is a form of civilization? Not in my dictionary.. Maybe in yours Look.. Violence is another way of ruling …
Once when we he had a piece of share with me
… B: Kau Are you busy?
K: Hey no man I was sleeping And waking in between And again sleeping
B: Woww The kind of feeling we get when we are sleeping in our bed is just aww As if everything is under control …
And it keeps going on and on… these kind of conversations, and much more intense and intimate kind ones too!
Life is all about movements and moments. We keep moving from place to place, from situations to situations, from people to people, from this to that, creating moments. The moments that we create could be good, bad, or something else, depending on how we perceive it.
Movement of the earth creates the nights, movements of the body creates travels, movements of the mind creates journeys, movements of the soul creates experiences, movements of the word create a blog!
There are moments when we have made some silly movements, moments where we make great movements, moments when we have to make some harsh movements. These moments, whether good or bad, are memorable, at times.
Just sharing a speck of the moment caused by the movements of neurons!
Big break from blogging comes to an end, and I return to this boisterous world, again! There could be no better time than this period of transition and festive, geologically, ritually and metaphorically, to restart this journey.
It’s the relations which make our festives, more grand, and the transitions, more easy. And hence I chose to write about a relationship, quite jubilated yet quite unsung!
A highly valued and underplayed relationship in the lives of many men. What starts as an acquaintance develops into a bond quite strong, quite enjoyable, though quite silent. Devoid of the ‘rituals’ of dating, proposing, etc involved in what can be called just-romance, a bromantic relationship transcends the drama, well, most of the times. One might need to consult with my bro(s) who would quite disagree with the drama part! I ain’t a dramatic person, but where’s fun without some drama-making!
Being a social animal, all (should I use ‘some’ ?) of us need people in our lives, to just share deep thoughts on a sleepless night, to just talk on a troubled day, to just laugh over a silly joke, to just fight over, to just abuse a common hate, to just discuss a common interest, to just disturb, to just ride together, to just back each other, to learn, to unlearn, to just, just, just…and sadly at times, to just move away, to lead our separate lives! If you’re wondering, i’m still talking about our bros!
Now, with due honors, drum rolls and a Big Bang, let me introduce my Bro, Mr.B (Mr.Bro? Let’s have it that way!)
If I had to say him a few things, it would be these…
“ If you’d recollect, our first chat was about blogging. And recollecting our various other chats would be a huge task. Not to mention our chats in a group, this group, that group and the group. And the numerous phone calls (let me recollect, our first one was when you called me to check if i’m joining for a movie) And the various so-called discussions, arguments and debates during the meetings.
Forgive and appreciate me for the fact that my memory is a bit strong, and that is a boon and a curse as well, on my life!
It isn’t even a year since we met and there has been a journey, with many ups and downs, quite intense, and the journey is moving forward, to a destination unknown to you and me. But let’s worry, not about it and enjoy the journey, as we have been doing all along.
There have been moments when you have been upset, the reason being me. And yes, there were moments I had to be upset over you. But these have been passing showers, with each shower bringing us closer, as you’d say.
There have been moments when you have been jubilant, the cause being me. And quite a lot moments, when you brought me jubilance. These are also passing showers, bringing us closer.
I won’t promise that I would be always good, and not upset you. Nor should you. And no other promises within us too, because it’s the unsaid things which makes everything so lively and happening!
Talking about the moments we’ve been there for each other, been so comfortable and enjoying each other’s company, well, should I even say you about them! 🙂
We’ve had our own views, thoughts, opinions, version of our truths, but have never accepted to agree upon each other. We agree to disagree and disagree to agree, always. Yet we acknowledge each other and that keeps the journey quite entertaining.
Common interests, we’ve got them in plenty. Common hate, oh, we’ve got them too. But let’s have these commonalities for another day, another post.
The journey is long, I believe and vast would be our experiences. Much to travel, much to talk, much to explore, and much to experience.
Catch you later. Love you bro! B-) B-) “
And this would definitely not be a common chat between bros, but the unsaid thoughts within them, that keeps the relationship going!