Archive for September, 2013

After a long while…

September 27, 2013

Okay, this is going to be a kind of random! I haven’t written anything for long.  A lot of problems – I am away from my computer, busy with job, don’t have anything much to write, and so on… A lot of things happened in between.  I got a job in last December, I stayed somewhere near Mumbai for eight months, then left that job as I got a new one. So this was the whole story in between…

I am not here to write that story.  In fact, I am not here for anything specific.  Just that I found a networked computer after – say ages – and that’s it.

I’ve been at a wonderful place over the past week – kind of re-inventing myself. As they say it, I’m supposed to be a leader from now onwards. So, I am learning what’s a leader, what makes one a leader, what might stop myself from being a leader, and how (if) I can overcome those things.

I’ve lost the habit of writing – let’s see if I can get it again!

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Good bye Karjat!

September 8, 2013

Places give strange sense of affiliation. I called this place mine for the last eight months – and now these last couple of hours.

This time, Nehru spoke for me…

September 2, 2013

Those were days before the Lahore Congress of 1929. The Congress had decided to demand for complete independence in this session. Nehru was to be the president of the congress.

This is what Nehru later wrote in his Autobiography about these days:

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What the distant future held for us and our country, none dare prophesy; the immediate future was clear enough, and it held the promise of strife and suffering for us and those who were dear to us. This thought sobered our enthusiasm and made us very conscious of our responsibility. Every vote that we gave became a message of farewell to ease and comfort of happiness and the intercourse of friends, and an invitation to lonely days and nights and physical and mental distress.

Though in a different context, these are my thoughts, when I’m looking forward for the big thing.

Tagore speaks for me…

September 2, 2013

If I were Tagore, I would have prayed exactly such this morning:

This is my prayer to thee, my lord—strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart.

Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows .

Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.

Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.

Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.

And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love .

This morning – when I’m coming to you –