Casual Thoughtfulness!

It wasn’t too long when I first realized that Music and me had nothing in common. My singing is as discordant as that of a donkey; may be slightly better ‘cause I am reasonably au fait with my singing potential and sporadically dare to even croon. I still remember my inconsolable and embarrassing incidents with the word M. It was rather exploiting, when I was made to sing in front of the whole class to pass the music test at school. The fever ran so high that I once skipped a final examination of music and then feared flunking the year for being absent in it. More so, this was staged without the acquiescence of my parents at the mere age of 10. And as I grew up, I felt chagrined on scoring a ‘C’ every year. This wasn’t enough, when I was incited by the melody of a casio and tried to get my hands on that. Just a few practice sessions ago, when I had started assigning the syllables to the melody, the tutor asked me to sing along while playing. Then and there I gave it up again. The s...

Religion, by its definition, forms a faith by which we bestow our trust in God, the divine power, to which we all surrender. Sometimes, I find myself in a fix as to what to follow and what to ignore. Being born to the followers of Lord Mahavir, brought up amongst Hindus and Punjabis, fascinated by Islam and studied in a convent with Jesus as the holy Lord. All I have really evaluated from all these religious sects I have lived with, is a strong faith in a mystical power that gives everyone the strength to survive. I haven’t really been a religious person. My perception towards faith differs from that of the mass. A power does exist but it surely doesn’t grant us the daily bread. There is a force that makes us walk towards our wishful thoughts and sometimes even achieve them. We are put to test every now and then and that’s part of life. And of course to effectuate things we work towards them. Religion, on a daily basis, has a minimal part to play. Though I have made some vivid ye...

The title itself may provoke numerous minds, but that’s the whole idea behind writing this post. To awaken those who are still sleeping with imposed facts shielding their thoughts. We were young enough when we first heard about these famous saints who brought the concept of living with the power of smiles. Though blasphemous it appeared, it did manage to gather a million blind followers. No fear keeps me away from criticizing it for I strongly feel against it. The whole concept is to pretend that nothing wrong can happen, maintain your positivity and just turn a deaf ear to you problems. They will either shun by themselves or give up under the power of your so called positivism. Psychologists suggest that optimism does bring about a change in a person’s perception. But this theory of achieving harmony with an exaggerated version of pretentious optimism eventually makes you so hollow that you stop defining your own instincts and powers. For all I ask here is how can you really over...

Often we find a similar trend in two people conjoining for a nuptial bliss or even before, while they are betrothed or termed as a couple. A major segment of the mind revolves around the likings and disliking of the partner. The brain is shielded by the partner’s perception and the actions are thereby stemmed accordingly. I would be too prejudiced to call this as self-ignorance but I do feel that somehow the influence of one of the two is so strong that it overshadows the other’s psychology. I have always been a very equality conscious person. Never made attempts to let anyone down or show things off, irrespective of the biases that exist. And with this uncanny and random observation I was flustered. Rather panic stricken on knowing the impact on the persona, creating imbalance unintentionally. The usual targets are the petty things when there is always an explicit expression of strong liking and disliking to which the other easily concedes. The impression is intense enough to mak...

We live in a society so deeply conglomerated, that every second person belongs to a different community, caste, color, creed, etc. We still share the same belongingness, and the fellowship continues. Gradually, these beliefs are inculcated in each one of us as we grow. And over the time they become so overrated that it becomes hard to distinguish whether we are the blind followers or sane submitters. “Overrated” and overvalued convictions propel the emotional quotient to an extent that results in either over-compliance or over-defiance (extremes). The fanatics can never come to consensus until the “Over” bit is sliced and fenced off. Talking about the exaggeration, there is always a tempest in the teapot; something invariably descried, especially in a democratic, secular, discrete and yet integrated Country like ours. Everything that exists is overrated; to begin with patriotism, relationships, societal responsibilities, politics, business, education, fashion, sports, bollywood, ...

Every silence has a sound, there vests a meaning behind tranquility. Silence as I may have felt in the recent times, I would like to put it as the “Mute Speech Act”. Despite the negligible intensity of sound in its speech, it is still heard, not by the ears but by the rest of the senses. Being human is a difficult task, with all the sensory nerves continuously talking in their own language. Eyes speak to the eyes; touch reacts to touch; likewise, every sense responds in its appropriate fashion.  When the mind or the heart does the talking, and when words fall short, it’s the silence that speaks. The unusual awkwardness that silence creates forms the basis of understanding the language of silence. It is the quietness that prolongs and eventually delves into a form of expression. This is the cognition why at times we really do not need words to define the conviction. Call it the sixth sense or the instinct; we always comprehend what is being said during the phase of reticence. ...

While cleaning one of my cupboards, I just found this interesting piece, something which I had written in 2003. I was taken aback by the innocence that existed. To my surprise, in these 7 years, the meaning of life has totally changed. Still somethings always stay close to the heart. Though kiddish, i am too eager to share this bit.. :) --- "Tiff and Tango" They praise me for what I am Admire the great friend in me Inspired by my love and affection So head over heals in love with my friendship Expect favors from me and make me expect even more Bless me and wish the best for me [1] Suddenly, the cupid’s arrow strikes Someone perfect has just knocked the door, right! They fall in love and life sings mellifluously And the inseparable pal is forgotten awfully Here the tiff between 'love' and 'friend' embarks The former is godlike and latter blown to dark Its the dear friend, has to understand [2] Blessings brighten, as silence remains golden ...