Sunday, June 29, 2008

Containers & Labels

... I am taking the liberty to be revolutionary in thinking (or call it insane) - chain me assertively if I cross the borders. The reason for this fathomless feelings and happy emotions are perhaps due to the inevitable fact of life that there is always a 'vacuum' in us that we are searching around for 'substance' to fill. Relationship brings with it substance through its values, and the other side of this is that not all relationship can fill the entire space of this vacuum. A Liz or a Jane or a Robert or a Richard may be filling for you one or other physical or psychological vacuum, and X or Y may be filling the other chamber of that imaginery vacuum in us. Liz and Jane and Robert and Richard and X and Y are all different components that, when "independently put together," produces the kind of combination of the heights of joy and the depths of sorrow that we experience. (do I make sense - but then an insane mind is not suppose to!!) My wife and my daughters gives me immense pleasure on one end, filling one or other chamber of this vacuum. But the truth that we (at least traditionally) deny is that they are not the sole suppliers of joy and sorrows - they are not.


Not one factor or person can be the catalyst to produce happiness, nor can one entity be the sole supplier; it is available from different sources like any other household materials, though harsh it may sound to state so. It may be considered a sin (because I know it took for me minutes to crystallize these lines due to the battle of mind and heart within) if I tell anyone that ones wife cannot provide him absolute happiness (or ones husband to his wife!) - because it is perceived that, that's what a 'family' is for, "to provide each other absolute happiness." When you and I and the others around us are not 'perfect' and thus not 'an absolute', how can one simply be the sole provider of 'absolute happiness' simply becasue one enters into a bond of 'marriage', or put a label of whatever?


We all have different sources to fill our undefined and unconscious needs - one or two corporate leaders in my organization are a source that make me immensly happy that my wife cannot, my books are a source that gives me a great pleasure that the company of my siblings cannot, my wife is a source of great happiness which my mother cannot, my mother is a wealth of happiness which both my wife and daughters cannot, and my friend is absolute treasure of joy and love - a reservoir of happiness which neither my mother nor my wife can. All this doesnt mean that we are battling with each other's significance or identify in life; on the contrary, we are only perhaps finding a ground where we can avoid the stress owing to the conflicts rising day in and day out from faking the 'perceptual significance' against the 'actual significance'.


These are however not the kind of statements that we can talk to a crowd - in fear of making enemies or branding labels, despite the fact that we will have many around us who will nod their head in agreement to these statements - at least when they are not observed, not watched!!!


However we label the human interaction today, to me those labels defines their limitations, because those are all 'containers' that limits the acceptance of its content. Brotherhood is a container, neighbour is a container, acquaintance is a container, friendship is a container, a priest is a container, a rabi is a container, love is a container, a coupole is a container, sons and daughters are containers, because, all these labels have limits of what they can take from us and what we can give into them; it can only take so much, and those are the borders of the labels we define for those interactions.


(and it echoed in the air.... with smell of dry blood.... echo of scream that came from distant horizon... "stone him to death...." ... "stone him to death...."
... so was the dream.

Will You?


Will you?

Will you take with you the songs
And with you, will the singing birds fly?
Will you stop from rising – the sun,
And with it, keep the nights for long?

Will you erase the rainbow, as you go?
And on your way, tie to you the Spring?
Will you set afire the mowed bed of grass
And ablaze dreams of love built on you?

Will you, my love, erase the memories,
And as you move, wipe your footsteps?
Will you block the unheard voice of future,
And pull the floating hopes to fall on earth?

Will you close the windows of past?
And as you leave, hide the cracks of destiny?
Will you break the strings of violins
To never whisper an octave of love again?

Will you never sing on the branches,
As the chirping birds unveil days to the world?
Will you in time cease to twinkle above,
And eclipse the galaxy of dreams aglow?

Will you walk this lane of memories,
While lead through sullen streets of reality?
Will you in the lethargic hours of tiring life
Light a candle of thought in my shriveled name?

Will you, once, glance back to the doorstep,
as you move, absorbing this temple of love?
Will you, for years, keep this lantern glow
Through the seasons, to the fence of infinity

Will you, unfold the past and burn
shadows of the gifted memories
will you, from far, have it sail seven seas
and lead this soul to the seventh sky?

Will you in time, rewrite this poem of life
With your words of untold love?
Will you in solitude, facing the silent wall
Tell me, hands high, a lie of love?

Will you, nail planks on the doors
Of the cracked dreams of this temple?
Will you throw your arms of lightning
To bring the dome of hopes to rubbles?

Will you?

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Forward March: Destination Chennai


There are some inner feelings that flags for me the reality of life when returned to India…

How different would the real life be when we move? How close to what we have now or how far from what we have now will it be? What will be there as new that we will enjoy experiencing? What will be there as new that we might not feel comfortable with? While there may be a few things that we may want to ‘give in’ as part of this shift in life, wouldn’t there be some gains too that might make it what we want it to be, in long run?

To continue here is not a solution that I foresee because that’s not where I want to build a sustainable future…

There can’t be a hundred percent certainty; and the best possibility is to do it ‘as if’ everything is certain…; it sounds simple to advocate the principle of facing the challenges head on, and especially now I feel locked to the topics that I am training different groups… on the need to face challenges head on… on the need to act as if now… on the need to have the curiosity to do it… on the need to move away from the comfort zone… and this what I am experiencing now is one such challenge, one such resistance to move away from comfort zone, one such reluctance to act as if now, one such lack of curiosity to do it… and this must not be tolerated if the bigger dreams are to be achieved; these little valleys must be crossed to reach to the pinnacle of my dream… though it might look so high, the fruit of the efforts and the sacrifice is worth, because the sight from the top is different, the experience is worth striving for, and the result worth celebrating. Man, go through it… you just read about V.P. Menon and how he became an integral part of Lord Lois Mountbatten’s viceregal advisories…; your height shouldn’t be any shorter, Shahir; your accolades shouldn’t be any lesser. Go for it…

To make a good home is the primary objective; even if it is a small one now, if that can be redressed to reasonably look like and feel like the places we have lived before, and if we can make ourselves feel proud of the little abode we will find for ourselves, with the kind of engagements I am hoping to have for me in training, I think and believe that we will be reasonably OK. At home and at work, perhaps we should pay equal attention to quality, not quantity. Quality set up at home too is essential. Quality in everything we do… one time investments, but done in class. Simple, but elegant. This would perhaps cover a major concern, or in other words, this would lessen our feel of the change we may have to experience in comparison to the life abroad.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

It wasn't long ago...









It wasn't long ago...
that I sat in the school
because I couldn’t tie
the little lace of my shoes-
my biggest problem to solve then…

It wasn't long ago...
that I complained in the bus
for not giving me
a seat next to window-
my best love to do then…

It wasn’t long ago…
that I swung on the gate
watching the band march
with its music so loud-
my best dream to be then…

It wasn’t long ago…
that I walked up the hills
to find little berries
that coloured my tongue purple
My pastime game to play then…

Problems changed…
Love transformed…
Dreams altered…
Games renamed…
What costumes of life...!!

Saturday, June 7, 2008

BUNGZ!!!


Who could turn out to be what and when is absolutely unpredictable....; that's the design of life, perhaps... the craft of God that leave us in awe!!

Bungz!! Bungi is a blogger... yesterday I was searching for some pictures of Parrys corner in Chennai where the Academy's office will be located... just for me to get a feel of the place and I stumbled on a blog of someone who had this blogger's Bungi's link too... ...the strangeness of the name, and the image of bungi-jump and the bugis junction in Singapore etc lead me to click that link which then opened to a world of thoughts... written in simple form, words not minced, straight from the heart as it appeared, and never an attempt to impress others..; I liked the writings in there... and at times it dwarfed me to see how beautiful words are put together to give it the meaning it did...

It triggered the passion in me once again....; I wanted to (re)start blogging once I reach Chennai and start our new life there.. but I decided to not to wait... and start now. I will try to discipline myself to write my reflections on a daily basis... if that becomes too hard, perhaps I might do it on a weekly basis...

I wish to find more inspirations to keep this going...