Snowden, monkeys and the lone banana

Edward Snowden* once said,

"Social media, in a way, is like a Circus show and we are all monkeys in one of it's cage. Everyday a banana is thrown into the cage and we all take sides and fight for the lone banana. End of the day the banana might not satisfy any of the monkeys. But it doesn't matter, because by that time a new day comes and along with it a new banana

Slowly the monkeys started getting a kick out of these daily fights, even though it often turns out ugly. One can't expect the circus company to end this ridiculous routine, as their whole model is based on interactions. The more the monkeys fight,  the more interactions it creates and more dollars audience will shed. Once the monkeys  stop their fight, the model breaks and the business dies.

Interesting part is that the doors of this cage is never locked. The monkeys can get out anytime and have a better, independent life outside than being restricted to this vicious fighting cycle. But what if they are too addicted to the fight, that they don't even bother about a way out"

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* You all know who Snowden is and that's not the point. Considering the shrinking attention span of social media  population, the only way to get this kind of relatively 'long'  post read by people is to link it to someone who could generate curiousity. In other words, replace "Edward Snowden" mentioned above with Me ... 

The big picture

One day I decided to look at the big picture..

I looked closely at the world today, the politics, ideologies and all those crazy folks at the helm .. I saw a pattern which feels more like a build up for an end game. Even though Mr. Pinker believes that we are in the most peaceful of times, what if it's like a calm before the storm .. And in a world where this nuclear stuff is like candy that every other kid in the neighborhood has, a perfect storm will mean our return to the stone age ..

Now suppose I survive the storm, think about the post-apocalyptic world .. all those virtual money in my bank account will be nothing more than mere numbers and all those so-called skills that helped me get those numbers in the first place will be 'outdated'. Like that school principal's advise to Mr. Cooper, the world will need more farmers .. or for that matter more carpenters or construction workers or at least someone who can get along with others without the help of emails or calls. Which means the IT professionals won't stand much chance and their managers even less. For me, the future looked dark and hope seemed like a mirage .. I needed to do something about it and something right away..... So I did!

.. I slowly turned my head and focused my stare at a much smaller picture .. Apart from the occasional gas trouble, life seems perfect now!

Clouds beyond silver lining !

"Every cloud has a silver lining" .. the words that assures us about the good times coming after the bad ones. But when it comes to one's own hair the sight of first silver lining might not always be the sign of good times. Some gets depressed, some runs for a dye and some others take the extreme route - mercilessly  shaving off the mustache, beard and even hair in a futile effort to convince themselves that 'all is well'

Somehow I feel different, I was rather thrilled at seeing the first clean grey hair, right at the middle of my mustache. Grey hair in most cases implies you lived at least half of your normal life span. If you look around, or may be look at the newspaper and you see a world filled with war, poverty and disease where too many people are finding it hard to meet this half way milestone. In that kind of a world, a grey hair should be considered a privilege instead of curse. Rather than a reason to worry, it should be reckoned as a trophy of survival and a reason to celebrate. 

Sometimes it's also about choices and perspectives. Many of us are afraid of getting older because we believe age takes away the energy and color of life. That it's a transition from an enthusiastic youth who likes to travel and party, to that inactive old guy who prefers not to move from his arm chair. But what if you already belong to that special group of humans whose idea of a perfect weekend is to sit lazily all day in the balcony with a few books on one side a cup of coffee on the other. That guy won't be as worried about the grey hair as many others, will he ? .. or may be for him it really is a silver lining beyond the clouds, who knows !!

The Dazzling Headlights

Empathy (noun) ​ /ˈem.pə.θi/
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"The ability to share someone else's feelings or experiences by imagining what it would be like to be in that person's situation"

One of the key capability that enabled human evolution is our ability to empathise. Some people go to an extent of calling it the basis of human civilisation. But it seems like this innate  quality  instilled in humans through centuries of evolution could be easily uprooted by the clutches of religion ..

I might not be in full agreement with the story or message conveyed in Ramayana, but still I admire it as a great work of literature. Hence the idea of dedicating a month towards learning it through early morning recitation doesn't seem such a bad ritual, especially considering numerous other meaningless and ridiculous practices that religion forces on you... But nothing can justify playing a recorded version of its poem publicly through loud speakers in full volume and that too at 4:30 AM in the morning

Just think about how small is the segment  of people it actually addresses .. it excludes,

1. A good percentage among people from other faith and non-believers who naturally don't appreciate it enough
2. People who are believers but don't quite appreciate or understands poetry that much
3. People who are believers and even appreciates poetry but at 4:30 AM, any sound beyond a whisper  is nothing but an irritating alarm for them

What is left could be a bunch of people not exceeding 10% of population within that acoustic range. In this age of technology isn't there a better way of dealing with it. For instance donate a ear phone to each of those 10% and setup a conference bridge where those folks can call-in using a toll free #. Instead of a mere recorded poem you can actually give them a live customised recitation, a win-win for all parties involved and of course the ones who are not involved ..

Now looking at the bright side, in a place where a fall of leaf can cause religious conflict, these disturbance didn't really escalate to such an issue till now. But I don't think it is merely due to the big heart shown by the other party. I once read an essay by an English writer about dazzling headlights.  It talks about the author's experience during his evening highway rides where he gets irritated by the high beam from approaching cars and how he thought about combating the issue by planting a bigger headlight for his own car. The deafening loud speakers here are like those dazzling headlights and the other party might already be thinking the same way that author did. They also have a similar month at their disposal and I bet the volume level of early morning special prayers during their sacred month will be one notch higher next year.

End of the day the only section that gets screwed from both sides are the one who is not a part of any of these circuses and who don't give a damn about whose headlight is stronger. All they care about is to get some peace especially at 4:30 AM in the morning ... and yes, I represent them !

Writing on the wall...

Did you ever tried to imagine how these amateur paintings are done in railway toilets .. in a shaky train compartment while exposed to the stinking odor of uncleaned toilet those 'artists' are expressing themselves using a mere ballpoint pen and that also with amazing clarity .. it requires some level of skill and  patience.. Its a wonder what makes these folks stick to their job with dedication against all odds ..

Human race lived in caves for a major portion of their quarter million years of life on earth. Cave paintings and cave writings were obviously their global past time and these toilet paintings might have a possible connection with this history. While the cave men tried to express what they see around, like trees and animals, our new age cave men focused on the thing they never really had a chance to know much about - the opposite sex,  and they did it in a language far more rotten than the nasty smell around them. This 'art' seems to have spun out from a combination of evolutionary urge of wall painting with the suppressed sexual frustration of a typical desi male. 

But on a closer look I noticed a strange pattern. Most of these paintings were pretty old and newly painted walls were hardly touched. It was strange, since these kind of social disorders never vanish all of a sudden. What happened in last few years which made the difference!

Then suddenly it unraveled before me .. it was quite  obvious if you look around - the smartphones and internet in every hands and the similar disgusting odor coming out from many comment boxes. Nothing really changed, the assholes simply chose another wall ...

A descend to darkness - When sitting together becomes a sin

All these protests by girls and boys across campuses, for their right to sit together in class room, is turning out to be a rather shameful episode... The shame, however is not caused by the students who fight against this absurd restriction, but by the pathetic state of our society where a 'protest' is needed for such an elementary right - for two individuals to sit together !! 

10 years back during my college days boys and girls siting together in class room, even during the lecture hours, was a common scene. It neither caused any harm to our percentages nor melted away the so called 'morality'. Why were those classrooms so different from the one we see in news today? 
One reason could be the relatively younger and probably more liberal teachers we had back then and also the warm and healthy relation ship we shared with then. An old-fashioned teacher who distance him(her)self with students will be apparently disturbed at the sight of a boy and a girl listening to his(her) lecture while sitting within a 'touching distance' from each other . For them sitting next to a girl it will be impossible for a boy to concentrate or even think about anything else apart from that girl ... and of course vise versa

20 years back during my school days, we boys followed a strange practice of untouchability towards the girls in our class room. If we accidentally happen to touch any girl or even her book or bag, we have to rub our hands in the desk or wall to remove the 'impurity'. One day our tuition teacher happened to know about this and gave us a lecture on how ridiculous our act is and advised us to consider girls as one among us and not to discriminate .. I think if the same scenario happens today the teacher might instead pat on our back and appreciate us for the high 'moral values' we are maintaining in the class room ... such is the kind of 'progressiveness' we gained as a society in last couple of decades !

As some one said "half a century ago, from the peak of renaissance and enlightenment, we started our descend towards the valley of darkness" .. Today, it looks like the pace is faster than ever before !

The origin of 'Busmukhasana' or How to become a yoga guru in 45 minutes!!

At 8 pm in the night at Thrissur bus stand while boarding the last bus to Vadakkencherry little did I knew about the historical events that were going to unfold. Since we got into the bus 30 minutes before its departure I managed to get the last available 'seat' in the bus which was right on top of its dashboard literally kissing the front glass.

But the real fun began when the bus started to move. Five minutes into the journey I was forced to bent the upper part of my body to a 45 degree vertical angle since I was obstructing the driver's view of rear view mirror. But since that angle naturally makes me face to face with the driver in an awkward position I have to bent my neck at least a 30 degree horizontally. I was doing all this circus by keeping both my legs in the air since the floor is already filled with the feet of other people sitting in the side seat and on top of gear box. But the best part is yet to come .. Since there was no scope to get a solid grip and nearest wall is the front glass of the bus which is not an ideal place to lean up on, I had to keep this posture in between my dire effort to balance my body. Things got even more exciting as bus started jumping through all those pot holes for the long and grinding 45 minutes !!!..

I don't know if similar posture is already present in 'modern' yoga .. but if you know how Mr Iyengar and his beloved guru Mr Krishnamacharya 'manufactured' and even imported more than 200 asanas on top of the 32 original ones, I guess I have every right to name my asana as 'Busmukhasana' and include it as a new one in the list ...

Now back to the all important question... benefits??.. first one is surely the feeling I got just after completing this asana, didn't felt such a 'nirvana' (or in other words relief) for a long time.. I also felt my tummy touching half way mark towards six pack, at least it is quite evident in the left side to which I bent. On top of that there seems to be a sudden rush of creativity and memory power ... what else explains such a long and honest disclosure and that also at 1 am in the night

'Uber' wale ki maya

There are moments in life that makes you question the very ideology you were holding with utmost conviction all your life. I was never really impressed with Gita and neither with its twisted and ridiculous 'interpretations'. But while waiting for a ride in the remote outskirts of Kochi on a dark and rainy night, the chapter 4 & verse 7 of Gita revealed before me with all its glory !


After the 10th auto driver also failed to perform his dharma and remorselessly denied two helpless & tired people a ride, (s)he incarnated before us just after a single click.. Often in human history god was given different names based on when and where they are needed .. I guess right now in Kochi it goes by the name 'Uber'!!

On the flip side, the kind of divine services we are getting now might well be a temporary 'maya' .. but then who gives a damn !

Feeling the fall ..

When was the last time you felt a waterfall ?

No, I am not talking about being there or even about seeing one. I am talking about feeling it

Standing in front of the fall, absorbed in the marvelous exhibition forged by the marriage of water and gravity, I asked myself the same question and sadly the answer was 'never'. I recalled that in almost every other visits all I cared was about capturing the fall in a perfect frame or trying to make it a mere background behind my lovely portrait .. I was simply following the herd, not able to visualize the kind of life the 'fall' is bringing to otherwise still and calm 'water'. Can any camera possibly capture that life with all its emotions?

However this time around I stood there, with mobile kept inside my pocket and eyes hooked on the fall. After a while it started to grow beyond just water, rock and fall. I could imagine a mind heavy with feelings, finally bursting out, thumping down one after the other to the hard rock of reality, expressing its fury in a wide canvas and then spreading its energy all around through those tiny droplets filling the air .  After the show it was slowly attaining a state of nirvana, resuming its journey steadily forward vaguely resembling the relief of an artist after completing a masterpiece or that lazy, relaxed nap of a couple after one real wild round in bed ...

I stand there feeling it for minutes, could have stayed for hours if not for the others waiting for me. On my way back I saw people rushing in to fill the space we left, holding tightly to their cameras, mobiles and tabs. I could only wish that in between their frantic attempt to preserve those moments they could at least take some time to live a few of it as well ..

So, when was the last time you felt a waterfall ??

Overcoming stupidness - A self help strategy

Every one does stupid things once in a while and I am not an exception. But do you know what's the worst part of doing something stupid? Its the feeling which immediately follows, the silent but strong realization that you are stupid enough to do something really stupid. Its a hit on your pride and its a feeling that slowly eats up your morale and eventually brings you down. To overcome its repercussion you need a way, an escape plan to get yourself out from that thought process. Let me tell you how I get this done

 "How do you make a line smaller without even touching it?". My strategy lies in the solution of this puzzle. I simply draw a bigger line right next to it. In other words you can feel yourself less stupid, by looking at some one stupider than you. However its easier said than done. It might sound simple enough but the fact is - 'its impossible to find some one completely stupid'. So instead of finding stupid people I started looking for 'stupidness'. I needed some thing categorically stupid, relatively common and at the same time something that passed the test of time - of course I was not interested in spot-stupidness. 

But let me tell you, it was a challenge to find cases that met all criteria. Since humans are constantly evolving species its tough to find people who remains genuinely stupid on one aspect for a long time. But then I found this one set of people who fits the bill perfectly. They spent their time, money, effort and literally bet their ass on a fictitious ideology which any one with a fraction of common sense will throw in dust bin. Their stupidness is so stable that nothing in earth and definitely nothing above the sky could unsettle it. And talking about their availability around us, they are so easy to find that if a bird can poop while flying then 8 out of 10 times it will be shitting on them

You might want to know more about these folks and probably use them too. But for obvious reasons I cannot name them. May be I can help you with some pointers. Here goes some of their golden rules, hope you can figure them out using it ..

1) Your whole life is a pre-written drama which is determined purely based on the time at which you were taken out of your mother's womb. However this 'exact' time is decided presumably by the doctor based on various factors from your and your mother's health to the availability of labor room

2) This drama is scripted using a cryptic language which can only be interpreted using the view of celestial bodies(millions of kms away) from the exact location in earth where you happen to be born at that exact time when your head made its way out

3) Normally you cannot change the script. However you have the option to manipulate once you manage to decrypt it. To elaborate it further, imagine life as an online exam with a series of multiple choice questions. It gives you choices ranging from who should be your life partner to which direction your toilet closet should point to. In a normal scenario you trust your logic and instinct and select a choice which makes sense (which however will end up to be exactly same as what was already written in script) and you either get lucky or get screwed up. But then, there is an alternate way of doing it. You can also do cheating by looking at source code of the web page(or full script here), understand which should be the correct option and then choose it to guarantee success

Feel free to use my strategy whenever needed, unless of course ... you know what I mean, don't you?  :)

Tailpiece : I talked about the drama and an obvious question could be about who scripted it. Well I rather not dig in to it now. Its opens up a bigger can of worms and way more absurd ideologies which could be hard to digest in one go

NOTE : Edited on 9th Aug 2015

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From Deepa till Alfred - The fun in watching the world burn !

Hope you remember Deepa!
Yes, the same Deepa who followed Akash like a fly around lighted candle and eventually got burned by its flames. Finally it took some consoling words from Sid to bring her back to reality !

Wondering what made me remember her after all these years ?? 
Something that happened today made me recall her or rather one of the dialogue she told in the pub that day 
"Akash lets go dance and make other couple jealous"

Today afternoon while gazing through some of the old photos I posted in Face book and once shared in Orkut, a thought or rather a question cropped up inside me. What was the true inspiration behind sharing these photos ? Beyond the various obvious reasons like "keeping friends and well wishers informed", "joy of sharing" etc, I some how felt there was a much stronger motivation behind it. I did an honest introspection and even applied  '5 Why' principle to reach the bottom of it. Finally I reached that hard and painful conclusion. It was exactly what Deepa told Akash that day - "To make others jealous" 

Now you might think what's so wrong with it. Well, when Deepa told it that day, me (or Akash) made fun of her along with the Sid and Sameer. We jeered at the trivial idea of doing something with a sole purpose of making others jealous. Now a decade later I am doing the exact same thing with out a shade of guilt. Height of hypocrisy isn't it ! 

The idea planted by Deepa that day seems to have grown inside me. Now I am able to comprehend more with Deepa. I could even imagine myself as a fly around the candle, but here its my own virtual alter ego that I am orbiting around. Each of those photos I shared was nothing but an attempt to bolster the image of my counterpart and secretly imagine the world flaring up with jealousy. May be one day, just like Deepa I might also get hit by the flame. May be that day a Sid will wake up inside me and bring me back to reality !

However it might all take a while... in the mean time let me share couple of rocking selfies from last night's party and then sit back, relax and count the 'likes'.


Going in the lines of Alfred Pennyworth

"Some men just want to watch the world burn .... in this case with jealousy though" !

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NOTE : After reading the whole post if you are still trying to figure out who the hell is this Deepa, I would suggest you go and buy a CD of the 2001 Bollywood movie "Dil Chahta Hai"

Side effects of watching too much "Master Chef"*

* Master Chef is a U.S. competitive cooking reality show, open to amateur and home chefs. Click here for more details

What those blue eyes told !

Some one said long ago, that life is more like a long long night ride.  There are times when you drive smoothly along the familiar highways in a comfortable speed avoiding all those unknown roads. But once in a while life throws you a surprise lightning whose white shining light opens your eyes to those alternate unknown roads, making you rethink about the direction and pace of your road trip. Here is a short first hand experience of how such a lightning struck me couple of days back

There is a famous quote from the Turkish author Adnan Oktar a.k.a Harun Yahya which goes like "I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth, then I ask myself the same question."
Katty (not exactly her real name) is some one who seems to have asked this question to herself long back during one of those chilly winter mornings in Switzerland and then decided to pack her bag and fly out of her nest looking for more warmer lands. I met her in a bus during one of those journeys where the cramped over-head luggage rack was not accepting her heavy back pack. I helped her out with my expert knowledge about the presence of a trunk at the side of bus where she can keep her bag and this allowed me to have a short chat with her, who was much thankful for making her seating more comfortable. 

Katty is more like one of those migratory birds where the seasonal movement is triggered by the chilling winter back home. She travels all alone with her back pack, her 'punk'ish nose rings and her special 'Bob Marley'ish hairstyle. Its her second visit to 'Gods own Country', previous one was 5 years back. She already traveled along length and breath of India from Rajasthan deserts to inner villages of Bihar to beaches in the west coast and her favorite Fort Kochi where she was heading this time once again. Sometimes you wonder what makes her do all this lonely seasonal migration, is it just about seeing places, or escaping winter or is it some thing more. To take her own words "What I liked about Kerala, apart from the climate is the pleasant welcoming smile I get here every time". There is a shine in her blue eyes which seems to reflect all those smiles she collected around the world 

That day I saw in the lightning, a Swiss bird who flew away from her nest and her familiar tree, to the unknown sky only to collect smiles around the world. Then I stretched and looked at my reflection in the rear view mirror all I saw was a bird still flying around the comfort shadow of his tree. But now when I look up I could see the wide blue sky with a pleasant smile, welcoming me to take that unknown path .. 

Memoirs of a 'Shoppingophobiac'

I’ve been to a lot of super markets and malls around the ‘globe’ and no matter where it is, every time I enter one of those dress shops my eyes eagerly starts searching for something and the search more often ends in disappointment .. no it’s not the rest room, you can find that much easily. What I am looking for is rather a resting place, a sofa or a chair or anything on which I can rest my butt with some dignity

It might sound silly to some of you out there, but for the people like me suffering from (or may be gifted with) a condition called ‘Shoppingophobia’ every step taken in the shop floor is nothing short of torture. But who cares about ‘us’,  in this bourgeois capitalistic system customer is the king and they will be given a polished floor and pleasant lighting so that they can walk, stare and finally end up ‘consuming’.. and ‘we’ … we will be sidelined as a some lost souls forced to keep standing and walking like one of those zombies you see in Hollywood movies, trying to find the meaning of our existence in between the jungle of garments

But alas, finally my prayers (?) are heard.. today as I walked in to Lulu at my hometown in my typical melancholy mood resembling one of those poor helpless goats led by the butcher to the cutting stool, I almost left out a yell of joy. There it is….. my key to freedom from the long hours of pain I was getting prepared to. Dressed in Blue, three of them greeted me with a welcome smile. With relief I slowly alighted to the middle one of those chilling steel couches and slowly started to scribble my ecstasy so that at least some of my ailing brothers know it..

Yes, it’s true comrades ... there is still some hope left in this world for us and today when I looked in to the tunnel there was surely a light … a blue, cold light !

If only ... these wishes have an end !

Walking in the rain ...

When I stopped by the woods on a snowy evening ...

Finding your 'ism' - A rethink

Few days back I was with these three acquaintances - Mr A, Mr B and Mr C in a railway station waiting room. All of us had hours to kill and as a way to break the ice and start a conversation I asked them all the same question. Which 'ism' you believe in ?

For Mr A it was a simple one to answer. He had a  definite 'ism' in each areas and his convictions were unquestionable and like written in a stone with a hand chisel. But for Mr B and Mr C it was a little difficult, but for different reasons. Mr B told he never even gave it a thought and he is not inclined to do it either. For Mr C the problem was directly opposite one. He actually gave it a lot of thought earlier and he still cannot completely stand behind any 'ism's with conviction

Almost all the troubles in the world can be linked to one 'ism' or the other. But in reality its not the 'ism', who is the trouble maker, rather the problem seems to lie in the way we embrace these 'isms'. There are 'ism's defined for for region, religion, caste, art and even science. Its more like a huge book store with different sections and you buy a book among them. What most of us does is to go in to this store and choose a book based on the reviews already fed in to our unknown, delicate brains.We keep reading and re-reading those books up to a point where we are incapable of seeing any thing beyond it.

But there is a better way of reading a book. First of all forget the reviews and change your route from a book store to a library. Instead of reading only one book, why can't one explore and inhale the flavour from all the books. Instead of being a follower what about being a master of your own 'ism'. Like Mr A having 'A'ism and Mr B having 'B'ism. Like a buffet where you select the items in your plate, like making a cocktail with your own measurements and experiments. In a world where there is room for one 'ism' to each one and every one, there will be no need to fight for your own 'ism'. One will rather focus on understanding all other 'ism's so as to improve their own

I later emailed this thought to our three old friends to get their feed back. Mr C gave it a thumps up. But Mr A and Mr B were a bit reluctant. They shared their concerns which surprisingly was very similar and read some thing like this "When reading one book itself is intricate enough and puzzling some times, the exposure of too'ism's will surely be more complex and we will end up as a generation of confused and lost"

All I have to reply them was "If every one stops when things gets confusing and complex then I won't be writing this and you won't be reading this either. When you were in the first grade even those alphabets were so damn confusing and complex, isn't it" ?

~by a Samist :)

Life - A lookout for its purpose !

What is the purpose of life ??? 
A question that shook and fizzled a lot of thinking brains. In fact non-thinking ones, as always, were never ever bothered about it

Some of those very high thinking brains, they are so involved and intently absorbed in this question that it often ends up like a dog chasing is own tail. Like they put such a lot of thoughts in getting an answer for the purpose of life, that at the end, their purpose of life is nothing but thinking about what is the purpose of life.

Some so called highly successful folks and far more larger bunch of folks who are aspiring to be the those folks, believes the purpose of life is to be successful. Now this is again a funny scenario .. We all know success is often a carrot tied with a stick in front of that old donkey. (not sure if all donkeys eat carrot though !). 
Or let me put it this way, "aspiring success is very similar to aspiring to be rich". Assuming you are not a super duper wealthy guy, let me ask you if you ever wondered why  the top 1% rich folks in the world are still in the look out for more money when they can get every thing money can buy with less than 1% of what they already have ?? We feel this odd, because the scale we use for measuring 'rich' is too damn relative one. I mean, unless you are one among the bottom 1% in the scale of rich to poor, there are some one among that 1% who has exact same question about you. And moreover your answer to that, most probably will be almost same as the top 1% rich guy's answer.

There are some others who imagine themselves to be puppets, and are performing a bigger reality show where some one upstairs judge them with their keen eyes .. The winners get an exotic never ending vacation trip to the most beautiful place beyond their imagination and along with it some very tantalizing perks which can inspire even the weakest of minds. For these folks the purpose is to just make sure they follow the rules of the game along with enough emotional massaging to the judges and to keep them in a flattered mode with the help of those secret and not so secret praises. About these guys, all I have to say is "let the judge(s) alone help them" !

There are yet another set of so called traditional folks, who are very precise and confident about the purpose of life. For them the purpose of life is already defined by people who passed before them and may be for those 'passed away' people it would have been defined by another set of people who passed before them. These folks considers life more like class room assignments. You have to complete the assignment and even a question of 'why this assignment ?' is simply irrelevant and out of place. At the end of the day, if the people around them have similar or better feedback about them compared to the ones who 'passed' them earlier then the purpose is fulfilled and their reward is the privilege to have a sound and peaceful sleep with out the need of turning left and right once in a while.

For may others out there, there are far more different purposes. But having lectured about all these cases its time for me to share my two cents ..
As far as I think(?), deciding what is the purpose your life is not the difficult the task, but what needs more thought is in deciding on what purpose this purpose should be assigned to. In other words every journey has three parts - a starting point, a destination and then the moments between them, which we normally call - the 'journey'. 

Once we are out from the starting point, for most of us the focus is only on the destination and the journey takes a back seat and we often considers it nothing more than an unwanted delay  .. But the moment you change the focus from destination and spread it across to the journey as a whole, your purpose gets more clarity. 

Try to think about the purpose of a journey other than reaching its destination ... all I can think about is to engage in a spirited ride and simply sit back and enjoy till it lasts !

My Sweetheart !

Finally I met her today morning ..
She reached town by yesterday noon, 
But the office hours pulled me back from seeing her


She is a little calmer compared to our last time meeting a year back.
Slightly more fair and surely more pleasant.


She is just as beautiful as I saw her six years back
Will be around here for a few months 
And this time I wanted to spent some time with her.


My wife also kind of like her, but not as much passionately as I do
May be a little jealous, she don't like me spending too much time with her


When she knocked our door early morning, I sprang towards her with excitement, 
And my wife with her typical nagging style shouted from behind


"You want to go with her then go, but atleast take this Umbrella" !