Archive for January, 2012

I deserve you, I do!

January 30, 2012

I have not been writing these days.  My computer has caught a virus and would need a cleanup.  Also, life is going too much tumultous on the personal front, so I need to keep up with everything and also to maintain a smile.

I don’t have too much to write tonight.  I am writing this post from a pubilc computer; it does not give the comfort of the personal one.  I’ll again have to get a new setup, again a new installation of Windows Live Writer, again a template dummy post to all my subscribers, I apologize for that in advance.

In the meanwhile, I am keeping myself in-touch as much as I can with my cellphone browser.  You can always check me on Twitter.

I am running out of life, and I am living it.  I want to live it full.  I have a right to pursue happiness, happiness that for now just allures me from afar, sometimes from a bit closer.

Yeah, I’m again going random–you say I need to keep a check on myself, I go random more often than I should.  I don’t know how should I keep myself on track.  I’m running out of life, and I want to live it.

And I want to live it, because I deserve to live–I deserve much more than I have now, I deserve you, I do!

Of the fear of freedom

January 19, 2012

I am unsure; of various things.  For example, is this blog worth reading or worth following?  It is going to hit the mark of 7000 hits by tomorrow; it has more than 20 subscribers, about 170 comments on more than 100 posts.  I have found a couple of good friends because of this blog who really care to read every line I type.  I don’t want to be suspicious about their judgment.

My question is about myself.  Am I being honest with myself while I write these things?  I know I am not.

I am a writing guy.  As a friend pointed out, I need to write down things to come at a decision.  Still, I have kept some decisions pending; and they are left pending because I am not writing about those things, not here on this blog, not anywhere else.  I even tried to start a new blog.  The main issue is not of freedom of expression, on this blog or that, what matters the most is the freedom of thoughts, and I am afraid I have lost the habit to have it!

Again, I don’t want to point a finger at someone else.  It’s me who is keeping myself under constraints.  I can fight with everyone else for trying to cage me down; how shall I deal with myself?

I want to fly, free from myself!  I am choosing an easy way—stay where you are—I would rather not!  I must remember what the Buddha had told me, in the Dhammapada, “Bad deeds, and deeds hurtful to ourselves, are easy to do; what is beneficial and good, that is very difficult.”

And I want the strength to do the beneficial and good!

Of the brighter side…

January 17, 2012

NOTE:  This is a cross-post and announcement from my new blog “Of the Brighter Side…

There is nothing special with January 17, 2012 to start a new blog; but it was not such with April 9, 2011 too when I had started the Blog of Reflections.  The Blog of Reflections was started as a safe outlet for all the things that crowd within me and press hard to blow their way out.  It was intended to be a personal blog where I can post whatever I want to, may be a single photograph, or just a status-like sentence.  But again, as it had happened with Ghalibana, the Blog of Reflections turned out to be more serious than what I had thought it would be.

So again, here I am with a new blog that I hope will not be as serious as the previous ones, where I can smile, laugh, cry, or do whatever I want to, as long as it pleases me.

And as always:

The moon never shows his 100%, not even on a full moon night.  The darker side of the moon may not be as dark, but it is his own, and he prefers it concealed from the world.

And here I am, to talk of the ups and downs, of the growth and decay, of the full moon and no moon, and whatever—of the brighter side!

Mannipaaya? Will you please forgive me?

January 15, 2012
I had promised all of you in a previous post that that I would write a post comparing the Tamil song Mannipayya with its Hindi counterpart Sharminda Hoon.  Because of my busy schedule and because of all the books I have brought, I could not find much time to share all those thought with you via a blog post.  I cannot, however, stop myself from sharing this song with you.  This is the first time ever that I am sharing a YouTube video on The Blog of Reflections.  I am in love with this song and I am sure you will love it too if you are in love, or were in love at some point.
Will you please forgive me?

I hope language won’t be a big barrier.  I don’t know Tamil too, still I enjoyed the song.  Everything is perfect, Thamarai’s words, A. R. Rahman’s music, Shreya’s voice, the 2000-year-old poetry of Thiruvalluvar in chorus, and oh how can I forget it, the picturization.  I’m loving it.  For the curious ones (like me), here is a translation (external link).

Do let me know of your thoughts, I’m waiting for them, and yeah, I am in love :-)

Of Makar Sankranti and kites…

January 15, 2012

It’s Makar Sankranti, an Indian harvest festival marking entry of the sun into the Capricorn zodiac and start of winter solstice.  It’s the only India festival following the solar calendar instead of the lunar one, falling each year on January 14th or 15th.[1]  Consistent with the vast variety of languages and subcultures across India, it is known by different names in different parts of India.  In Maharashtra, my home state, it is called teeL sankrant (तीळसंक्रांत), and celebrated with laddoos of teeL-gooL (sesame and Jaggery).

Kites kept for sale this morning

In many parts of India, and in the city where I live, the main feature of Makar Sankranti is kites.  It’s January, sky is bright clear, temperature is pleasantly cool, a perfect time to fly kites!  Hundreds of kites can be seen above in the sky, of different colors and shapes, sometimes as big as a chopper.  Just the day before yesterday, they were attempting for Guinness Book of World Records  for flying the largest bamboo-made kite in a nearby ground.  I don’t know of the result, however.

I can’t fly kites.  My mother never let me fly kite as a kid.  I was the only son, and too much cared for.  Once only I had bought a kite for four annas (0.25 INR) and was beaten for it.  Flying kites can be hazardous sometimes if precautions not taken!  There was a little boy who fell in a well while running behind a cut kite.  My mother never let me fly kite; later I never attempted it too!

A little kid flying kite in Reshimbag GardenI lived in relatively small towns then.  People didn’t have this much craze of kites there.  Nagpur goes crazy behind kites.  One needs to be too much cautious even if he is not flying kites.  Kids run across the roads behind the kites.  Some hanging thread across the road can slit your throat.  It’s dangerous.    I myself have seen one such a patient.  He was riding his bike and a kite thread slit his throat across.  We had to take assistance of an ENT surgeon to repair his throat as it was too deep!  The administration has banned China-made nylon threads this year and have suggested to use simple threads only.

Still, Makar Sankranti is a joy!  It’s a holiday, the teeL-gooL laddoos taste good, and I like watching people flying kites and enjoying the good air!

1.  The winter solstice falls on December 22, but for some reasons unclear to me, Makar Sankranti is celebrated on January 14/15.
2.  Both the pictures above are taken in/around Reshimbag Ground this morning.

Of a wonderful evening and National Book Fair

January 8, 2012

What what what a wonderful evening this had been!  I just went out for a Sunday-evening ride and saw an ad of National Book Fair held at Kasturchand Park, Nagpur.  This is a yearly book exhibition fair and I kind of wait for this fair every year.  I saw the ad and then what could stop me!  I had only 100 rupees in my wallet, but said “let’s see” and made my way to Kasturchand Park.

It usually takes me more than three-four hours to go through the fair, more than 100 book stalls each with thousands of books.  Although conscious of my wallet size, today I had thought of only a short stride.  And Look what I came back with:  Eleven books, more than 1800 pages!  I could not resist.  Chose the books, talked to the shopkeeper, went to an ATM, got the money out, paid, and done!  Very unlikely of me, I took all the books from one stall only, by National Book Trust.  They are wonderful people, consistently publishing standard books, and a lot of nonfiction!  I picked every book like pick-at-first-site, without even bothering to peek through it, like I was looking for them all my life.  And look what I came up with:


The Pursuit of Happiness

January 5, 2012

I:  I can’t say it in words.  Gimme a pen.

Zen Master:  I don’t have one.  Tell me, what happened?

I:  I don’t know.

Zen Master:  I hate when you say you don’t know!


I feel blessed to have you as my friend

January 4, 2012

Dear Master,

I am extremely and honestly sorry that I could not talk to you today. I have already given you a bunch of excuses. I know you don’t need them.

I miss you, and I miss you in everything I do. For example, I miss you while doing my work on Wikipedia and Wikisource. I missed you while I was reading Freedom at Midnight. I missed you while I was humming “O basanti pawan pagal” yesterday or “jaag dil e diwana” today. I miss you in whatever creative I do. I need to share all those things with you, for you are the one who can understand how important those things are for me. I know perhaps you know nothing of “O basanti pawan pagal” or “jaag dil e diwana”, but your appreciation for whatever I do and the understanding you have of those bizarre things is the one thing I can find nowhere else, and I miss you. (more…)

Mahatma Phule and Savitribai Phule

January 2, 2012

If you live in India, you must recognize this couple at a glance (and if you don’t, you should take a brick and split it on your head!  You deserve it).


WordPress is awesome: 2011 in review

January 1, 2012

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,800 times in 2011. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.