Conversations

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!

Cheers
God Bless

Movements and Moments

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!

Cheers

God Bless

Blogging, Breaks, Bromance

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!

Bromance

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.

That’s B and me!

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!

That’s us again!

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!

Cheers

God Bless

Lie

A lie was said
So perfect
And beautiful,
And real!
A real Lie!

A lie was believed
So deep
And fitting,
And true!
A true Lie!

A lie was lived
So pure
And enough,
And genuine!
A genuine Lie!

A lie was dead
So stiff
And gone,
And done!
A done Lie!

Cheers
God Bless

Dawn

I woke up today, as usual, to a lazy morning. And then struck a sudden poetic thought, “..the demons of darkness have slept, as the spirits of light are waking up..” These lines were echoing in my mind, all day, only to realize that we tend to associate ‘darkness’ with demon, and ‘light’ with spirit. And deepening further, that demon must mean something bad though spirit should mean good, and dark is bad while light is good! The prejudices, mental setups cheat and mock us on a narrow lane, though we claim to be broad minded. Now this should make a quite serious post. But i wanted to write something different and came my attempt in poetry (after a long time) Dawn!

Dawn and Dusk follow each other, and in way to represent them, I wished to repeat the first words of every line of the poem, in a symmetrical fashion. And here is my Dawn (literally, as i’m waking up from a stint from blogging!)

The spirits of dark,
are to rest.
And then woke up,
those of light,
warm and bright.
Their warriors shining,
upon the world,
as we know.
The chants of song,
of the lore,
by the priests,
to the light,
rendering charm
and glory,
rendering beauty,
to the faith,
by the folk,
of the soul.
The wind blows,
as light rises,
upon every tower,
their spire,
warm with the ray,
those reaching
and shining,
are who,
The spirits of light.

Cheers
God Bless

Songs of Spring

Spring season is loved by everyone. And more by those, for whom, the springs blows away the harsh and cold winds of winter, literally and metaphorically!

It could be the truth, or psychological effect, or a beautiful imagination, the onset of this period of time (last final weeks and February, and the beginning weeks of March) brings a sudden gush of energy and happiness into me, every year, right from childhood.

Probably it could be, because of the anticipation of completing the annual exams (I’ve never feared exams 😉 ) and enjoying the long summer holidays, the happiness of playing on streets without fear of rains disrupting (actually I loved rain, but the fact that I’d be pulled into home, by grandma, made me detest it slightly) the excitement of family tours, the joy of watching TV without any restrictions, the happiness of relishing pulpy, sweet-tangy mangoes, and the reasons could go on and on, in the days of childhood.

Meanwhile, semester holidays which arrived during spring/summer gave me uninterrupted time to read books, start blogging 🙂 , occasionally go out and play (I stopped playing out, once getting into college, unlike my friends. Not sure if a good or bad thing 😀 ) and few to name, to happen in the later days of my life.

Now spring/summer doesn’t make a difference in the routine or ‘timetable’ of the day. Yet the spirit of spring remains intact and brings in a fresh wave of energy, from nowhere.

Well, on a second thought, if we make and take the best of any situation, and derive happiness from it, everyday of life is spring, with flowers blooming around and butterflies abounding everywhere!

Sharing an all time favourite song of mine..that matches the situation here!

P.S..the title for this post was inspired by one of the chapters in my 6th standard English Literary textbook – Songbird in Spring Time – a short biography on M.S.Subbulakshmi. One of the few chapters from my school textbooks that I can never forget!

Cheers

God Bless

 

Body – Mind – Soul

As the prayers, rituals, celebrations of the holy month of Maargazhi are on in full swing, and as one melts to the recitations of the divine Thirupaavai, we come across this line – Ongi Ulagalandha Uthaman Paer Paadi.. (Singing the name of the Lord, who grew and, who conquered the worlds..), which is in reference to Lord Vamana, who measured with his feet, earth, heaven and King Mahabali‘s head!

The beauty of these lines gave rise to the sprouting of an astounding meaning of the references, hidden in the fields of divinity.

Body, Mind and Soul comprise a trio. The Soul, whom we are; the Body, in which we reside; and the Mind, a bridge which guides, and misguides, balances and unbalances as well, the connection between the Body and the Soul.

The Body can be considered as the earth. Tough, physically sense-able, measurable, easier to understand, and conquerable. And Mind, the sky or the heavens. Undefinable, difficult to perceive, immeasurable, and not that easy to understand, and yet not unconquerable. And finally, the Soul, totally beyond any definitions (Mind, though had adjectives such as undefinable, immeasurable, etc)

King Mahabali had conquered the earth and the heavens. It was then that Lord Vishnu came in the form of a dwarf and asked for three feet of land as alms, from the King who was ruling the earth and the sky! When the King agreed, Lord Vamana grew to a gigantic size and measured the entire conquest of Mahabali‘s earth in a foot, and the sky in another. When nothing was left over, He asked the King for the third foot, when he offered his head, to be ‘conquered’. And the Lord obliged. 

It is no wonder, for the comparisons are so obvious. One can rule over one’s body and mind. But conquering our soul, conquering ourselves, might seem easy, but not so; might seem tough, but not so, again! Definitely confusing, and that’s the beauty (or ugliness) of it! We think that we are our body and we are our mind. What we fail to recognize most of the times, is that we are the souls. We reside in a mind, and within a body.

King Mahabali had conquered the body and was owning it, to offer it to the Lord. He was ruling the mind, and was made into a good offering too! But conquest of the soul remained uncomplete. Once he gave up the so called possessions, the light of knowledge dawned and he offered himself (read soul; read head) to the Lord, which was the best of all offerings!

This conclusion is definitely, not immune from defects or debates. And view is always different and unique too. A lotus on a pond doesn’t look the same from different viewpoints, and so is a thought.

So much of thoughts from a single line of the thirty stanza long Thirupaavai. No wonder, it is referred to as the seed which contains the gigantic tree of the Veda!

Cheers

God Bless