Jan 31, 2009

When I Dream at Night


I have been alone

I have traveled over many miles

to find a home

there's that little place

inside of me

that I never thought could

take control of everything

but now I just spend all my time

with anyone

who makes me feel


'Cause I only feel alive

when I dream at night


I've so many things I want to say

I'll be ready when

the perfect moment

comes my way

I had never known

what's right for me

'til the night

Cause I only feel alive

when I dream at night...

The Magic of the Night.



The season of long nights gives us a little more time to enjoy night’s fruits. Night, as we see it, was created by God along with the day from light says the Book of Genesis. But what was there before light if not a long night of abiding silence and darkness? It’s therefore more ancient than the day. And for the same reason, it transports us spiritually to the beginning of the Creation.

Night is essential to maintain the biological rhythm of all creatures. But for us human beings, who are naturally diurnal, it has an added significance. Its gifts of silence, tranquillity, darkness, the moon and a sky lit with stars, are a balm for not only the tired body, but also for the restless mind, the sad heart and the troubled soul. Night is a great companion, and a good listener. It allows one to talk one’s heart out without even speaking.

If day reveals the world in bright colours, night brings alive the heavens. If day keeps us rooted to the ground, night hearkens the spirit to rise above the mundane. We have different ways of achieving that. Poets do it by communion with their muse, thinkers delve into deep thought, artists let their imagination fly, astronomers explore the deep mysteries of the universe and others dream.

Night’s beauty and charm have been part of folklore.
“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly coloured than the day,” said Vincent Van Gogh.
His sentiments are immortalised in his painting, The Starry Night, which captures night’s eternal beauty. The night had cast such a spell on the painter that he created the masterpiece during daytime from memory.


Darkness, night’s daughter, is usually associated with gloom and ignorance. But it has its own force and character. Light is fickle and shallow but darkness is steadfast. And it has depth. “O radiant Dark/ O darkly fostered ray/ Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow Day,” wrote George Elliot in The Spanish Gypsy.

Light is a veneer, concealing more than it reveals. It stands for differentiation. That this difference is only illusory, is revealed by darkness. On the one hand darkness emphasises the essential oneness of everything. On the other hand it lays bare the true nature of everything. Light is beguiling in that we see things more through visual perception. But darkness, by sharpening all our perceptions — sensory and extrasensory — allows us to form a more holistic picture of everything.

Used as a metaphor, darkness has a valuable lesson. In the bright sunshine of life everything looks good and every person a friend. Only when darkness descends we begin to realise what is what and who is who, bringing us closer to the truth. Darkness guides us to tap our inner light. In addition, darkness reveals stars. And what are they if not harbingers of hope and windows to new horizons?

The certainty of night’s arrival at the end of the day points to the eternal truth that all things we perceive must come to pass. This realisation is painful if we focus on pleasures but the thought is comforting when we turn our gaze to life’s sorrows and suffering. It brings home the wisdom that they are the happiest who neither get too attached to life’s good things nor are weighed down by adversity.

Night is also a metaphor for death though it is live and dynamic. And so should be death — neither inert nor conclusive but only a throbbing interregnum. Our end, therefore, must be viewed as the womb from which a new beginning is born. That’s what the poet must have meant when he said,
“In my end is my beginning.”

Jan 26, 2009

A Big Big Girl ...in a Big Big World.


A Strange rendezvous. Two Strangers meet . One Sleepy town. In a Big world.
Emotions.
Sleepless nights.
Daydreams.
Love.

A sweet girl and a nice boy.
The boy has to go back to his land.
The girl has to stay back.

Some days later,
The two meet for the last time at the Airport.
They look into each others eyes.
They hug,
They kiss,
The girl gives red roses to the boy.
They wave each other good bye.
The boy flies away.
The girl stands there. At the Airport.
And then she starts walking back.




And as she walks, she is thinking....she is singing...slowly...to herself.

I'm a big big girl
In a big big world
It's not a big big thing if u leave me
But I do do feel
That I do do will
Miss u much
Miss u much

I can see the first leafs falling
It's all yellow and nice
It's so very cold outside
Like the way I'm feeling inside

Outside it's no raining
And tears are falling from my eyes
Why did it have to happen
Why did it all have to end

I have your arms around me
Warm like fire
But when I open my eyes......
Your gone

I'm a big big girl
In a big big world
It's not a big big thing
If u leave me
But I do
Feel I will
Miss u much
miss u much

Turning 60 .

India celebrated its 60th Republic Day on 26 January 2009 with a grand military parade in New Delhi. The Republic Day of India is a national holiday of India to mark the adoption of the Constitution of India and the transition of India from a British dominion to a Republic on Jan. 26, 1950.














Jai Hind

Jan 25, 2009

Where is Love?


WE’RE all suckers for a good love story, but unfortunately, not too many of us today are suckers for love! They just don’t make love stories like they used to anymore!

As veteran Dev Anand revealed in his autobiography Romancing With Life, “We shook hands, and let the handshake linger. From good friends to close friends and then to lovers. And our love affair became the talk of the town, nay, of the whole country.”
In her authorised biography, the dream girl of the ‘70s Hema Malini attempted to explain her love with much married fellow actor Dharmendra, “Nobody calculatedly falls in love. It just happens! He recites his poems to me and I tell him about my new ballets and also about the new flower that has blossomed in my garden.”

Most romances don’t last beyond a season, “Love can’t survive if there’s no job, no money, no food on the table or a gas connection. Today, survival is more important than true feelings.” In times of recession, finding and keeping your job is higher on the priority list than the hunt for real passion. Contemporary living calls for a work-life balance, where work calls for high commitment levels. While this has changed the equation, calling for equal partnerships, and yes, huge egos, it also provides an opportunity for creative and individual expression.

“The present generation wants the best of all the worlds. Our perpetual yearning for the ‘real thing’ makes us hop from one relationship to the next.”
“People have low endurance levels. Egos are sky-high. True love calls for compromise.”
Movies too, reflect the new reality. 2008’s breezy youth flicks Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na and Bachna Aaye Haseeno saw the heroes flit in and out of love. Director Siddharth Anand opines, “In today’s urban scenario, people go through a series of relationships before settling down with that someone special.”

“The whole notion of love is more practical today to the extent of evaluating whether it’ll last, even before one starts.”

But, despite all the modern-day cynicism, the search for love in its many-splendoured glory continues.
Whenever love happens, it still has the capacity to make one’s world go round… for as long as it may last!

Thank You. And Sorry.



Thank you and sorry are perhaps the first words we learn.
And they stay with us right through our lives as yardsticks of our civility.
But when was the last time we said “thank you” or “sorry” without meaning to simply offload our burden of obligation or guilt?
Indeed, these words no longer express what they are supposed to. Instead, they are used flippantly, thrown around without care, often reduced to an easy way of getting off the hook and evading meaningful action.
They may well be the most used words in times of political correctness. But they are clearly the most abused as well. The emotions of gratitude and apology are vital to the chain of human reciprocity. But in stripping them of sincerity, we also seem to be closing the doors on their benefits for us.
“In ordinary life, we hardly realise that we receive a great deal more than we give, and that it is only with gratitude that life becomes rich.
The quality of being thankful implies the disposition to turn goodwill into action and the inclination to return kindness. A “thank you” denotes the attitude of positive acceptance, a determination to employ the kindness or blessing imaginatively and inventively. It connotes the humility of considering oneself the recipient of undeserved merit. “He who receives a benefit with gratitude repays the first instalment on his debt,”
The lack of gratefulness is largely because we take things for granted, brashly presuming that they are either our rightful due or are far less than what we deserve. What holds us back from being grateful is such lack of contentment and an endless craving for more. Often, we insist on waiting for the results of an action or a blessing to show up before expressing gratitude. This indicates a dearth of trust and faith, which pays us back in our own coin.
In a way, gratitude helps us realise the benefits of mindful meditation, which is all about acknowledging and feeling connected with every breath and blessing of life.
We might wonder where the need for gratitude is if we pay for goods and services in money. Gratitude doesn’t even fetch us discounts. In fact, there is a subtle line of distinction between gratitude and ingratiation. So much so that when someone thanks us too many times, we start doubting his intention.
The act of offering and accepting an apology is as profound and healing a human interaction as that of expressing gratitude.
But while the offhand “sorry about that” keeps flying around, our ego prevents us from realising its full potential. The word loses its impact when we refrain from acknowledging our offence (“Sorry for whatever I may have done”) or throw in a self-serving conditionality (“I am sorry if you were hurt”). If the purpose of an apology is only to say, “While I don’t think I was wrong, I will apologise because you say so”, it is best not to offer one, for, the worst we can do is to insult someone’s sensitivity or intelligence by such treatment.

Bestowed with the power to effect reconciliation and mend strained relationships, an apology must involve acknowledging the offense adequately, expressing genuine remorse and offering appropriate reparations, including a commitment to make changes.
“A stiff apology is a second insult,” said novelist and poet G K Chesterton. “The injured party does not want to be compensated because he has been wronged; he wants to be healed because he has been hurt.”

The rewards of an apology can only be earned, not embezzled. With everybody from convicts to public figures seeking its refuge, “sorry” is not a quickfix for things gone awry, but the starting point of restoring order. The use of this word must be backed by sincerity of intention. “Never ruin an apology with an excuse,” advises American poet Kimberly Johnson. Seldom does an apology sensitise us to the responsibility of not repeating the same mistake.

A sincere apology helps both parties achieve greater harmony: While the individual making an apology is disencumbered of guilt, shame and fear of retaliation, the one who accepts an apology heals his own humiliations and grudges, rids his mind of the painful preoccupations of revenge and generates forgiveness to bring about greater peace in his own life and in the lives of others around him.
Expressing gratitude and apology without necessarily being grateful or remorseful people is an exercise in futility. Shallow expressions of gratitude and apology are not emotionally evocative and end up producing the contrary result. Often, they are so disengaged and superficial that they fail to motivate altruistic action and positivity.

What matter most here is honesty, generosity, humility, commitment, courage and sacrifice, for these qualities define our true dignity.

Jan 23, 2009

Paper Planes


I fly like paper, get high like planes
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make ‘em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait


Sometimes I think lying on the floor
My thoughts fly all over, insane
No rooms, no walls, no ceilings, no door
Just like paper, get high like planes

A Violinist In Subway



A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousand of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.


Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk. A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.



The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on. In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.



No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars. Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats average $100. This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of an social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people.


The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context? One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?


Meet the President

The Parade





The Crowd








One in a Million
Mohammad Ali with his wife.


The Ceremony







Farewell to Arms














The Day The Earth Stood Still.

New York


Pakistan


Iraq

Afghanistan



France


Bosnia

Nairobi



AND
Now ...


The Dance To Remember












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