every moment that passes has a message but we tend to distort the guide of the moment to the tune of our thinking that it becomes irrelevant..we misinterpret individuality then but we seldom realize..but the message remains the same..we need to go beyond..alas! we seldom go..
The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.
Monday, 29 February 2016
THE COLLECTIBLES THEN – CASSETTE COVERS (II)
EITHER YOU TAKE 'SIDE' OR YOU TAKE 'SIDES'!
Sunday, 28 February 2016
THE COLLECTIBLES THEN – CASSETTE COVERS (I)
Saturday, 27 February 2016
LOVE – SOUTH INDIAN FILMS STYLE!
- Drives auto-rickshaw, or,
- Is a bicycle riding college student, or,
- Is a street vendor of vada-pao, or,
- A goonda living in a slum.
- Is from heaven.
- From a family of high and mighty politicians, or,
- A larger than life businessman, or,
- A mafia Don flying in chartered plane.
Friday, 26 February 2016
THE COLLECTIBLES – THAT PEN
Here this is about this thing – a pen from my past – that came to my mind while discussing the proposition of ‘letting things go’ in life.
Like many, I, too, had this thing in my school days – collecting pens – and trying to get as soon as possible that new trendy introduction in the stationary shop that would be showcased – like a jewel of the category.
Obviously, there were cost constraints and I had to keep my pocket money into consideration while going for such ‘I must have’ decisions.
This pen – Add Diamond Roller – was recently launched in the market – when I saw it in the shop – in 1990s – when I was in 8th standard. I liked it at the first sight so much that I decided I would have it. But then there was this big problem. The pen was priced at Rs. 99, a considerably big sum for a schoolboy in those days, especially when it was the last week of the month. In fact, I had no money to purchase the pen if I had to manage the remaining days of the month with my pocket money.
But then the impulsive desire to have the pen was so intense that I found myself unable to wait for even a day more.
So, what could be done? So, what did I do?
Simple, and in fact, as I had a reputation of a good son, after a bit of convincing, I got some advance on my next month’s pocket money along with the money required to buy the pen.
The next day, the first thing I did was I rushed to the shop before going to the school to have the pen so that I could show it to others, could brag about it, as well as could feel good about it that I had such an expensive and latest addition to premium pens category in the market.
And for the whole day, I bathed in its glory.
And then it happened – the development that made it a memory worth reminiscing – because of its shock value.
I used to commute from auto-rickshaw in those days. I was very cautious about the pen and had it firmly slipped in my trouser’s pocket while boarding the one to my house. As usual, I was with my ‘feel good’ feelings, instilled with the pen’s possession now.
As soon I reached home, I rushed to show it to everyone there. I slipped my hand in my trouser’s pocket to have it and then I felt it – the shock of lifetime in those days. I had lost the pen somewhere – the pen that I had so cravingly purchased in the morning. It had slipped out of my pocket somewhere, probably in the auto-rickshaw.
At that instant I felt the whole world had come upside down. I felt both dumb and numb. While there were words of empathy, sympathy and even mockery on my loss, I suddenly felt detached from the world around me, and rushed to get some isolation.
Well, I didn’t know anything about ‘letting go’ or so in those days and how could we in that age, when we spend the whole life in convincing ourselves about the idea but it took me many days to get past the shock that I had so suddenly felt from the high pedestal of having the most expensive and elegant pen in the whole classroom. What would my friends and classmates say in the class next day? Certainly, you don’t like words of consolation in those moments.
The memory of this incident comes to revisit me again and again – in different hues – after different developments – but with similar core – even after so many years – because some of us build our life on memories – and I am certainly one of those fools. Yes, it makes me feel better that I have learnt to enjoy them or reconcile with them. That pen could not become part of my collection but its memory stayed – with different slants – in different circumstances.
When I thought to share this today, I was not sure if the pen was still available in the market but a Google search took me to its website that told me it was very much there.