Sunday, November 9, 2014
Success and Extremism
Friday, October 31, 2014
Theory Of Vulnerability
The state of having your back against the wall, of having no option but to "be yourself" because it is a fight for your existence. Or rather a fight for the existence of what you think your existence is. A blot on your existence would shatter your being and you would do all in your powers to not attain that end even if it meant losing the veil (that you knew you had put on or maybe didn't know at all) that exists on your existence in the eyes of the world.
Losing a loved one, financial distress, sickness are some of the extremely common vulnerable states.
Again, these would differ from person to person as to what triggers their individual existences.
As ironical as it may sound, you are the most vulnerable when in your vulnerable state.
The point of writing the whole thing is basically to enable one to dive into one's own depths and figure out what our vulnerable states are.
Cheating on someone can't be "just a mistake" even if you were inebriated because you let yourself be in that situation in the first place. The alcohol just grew balls for you to do something you always wanted to do. It might sound harsh but it is a way of being.
Stealing cannot be called an effect of social malaise simply because "you stole", whatever the situation. There could be a problem with the society, but the bigger problem lies in you.
Falling and habitually just getting right up cannot be ascribed to the person not having an option but to get up simply because "HE GOT UP!"
Champions are made of such stuff. They somehow find themselves in the right place at the right time every single time.
How can it be? What can it be? seems the more pertinent question.
It lies in being the person. Having such internal mechanisms that govern the neural networks of your brain that enable your internal system to take appropriate decisions at appropriate times.
The significance of the physical toil is often overestimated. Hence the mad rush behind grades, degrees, material prosperity alias "PAPER VALUE".
The important part of "being the person" often gets lost in a mad rush for Paper Value probably because changing internal systems is often tougher than physical toil as it would require alteration to the very core of your existence.
The purpose of putting this here?
Dive into your depths, find your vulnerabilities and most importantly run after the right goals.
Because knowing what you think will go a long way in enabling you to know what makes you happy.
And isn't happiness a goal or rather THE goal of life!
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Atlas Shrugged : Hank Rearden, Character Sketch
What if the strings of guitar weren't tight enough?
You cannot obtain pure iron from iron ore without putting it through 1500 C in the blast furnace. You cannot obtain gold from its raw ingredients without synthesizing it in the nuclear reactor.
Living is, to become more than yourself, the self that you were at the previous instant, at this instant.
It isn't a mere coincidence or for that matter an act of sorcery that we became humans from monkeys. Or, have we?(!)
Because one of them is wrong! “
Although there were more reasons to the happening, here we’ll analyze Rearden’s side of reasons.
In any compromise between food and poison, poison always wins.
The world is God’s creation. Often there are things science cannot fathom and logic cannot explain.
“Believe so that you may understand! “
The very idea of the structure of the world is to ‘live’. The way you live and the way you think depend upon the quality of your character.
1.Development of your character is the single most important thing in life
2.Material development doesn’t last without the development of the mind.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
A Love Story
Abrupt repartees
Unanswered calls
Prevaricated answers
The writing was on the wall
Difference of opinions
Difference of personalities
Difference of expectations
Difference of thought
The effervescent social being
An introvert, moody radical
The spoiled rich brat
A spooky, 'correct' nerd
The materialistic hedonist born with a silver spoon
A niggardly wannabe perfectionist starting from the bottom
It could not have been.
It just could not have been.
The fear of never being
Fostered by loneliness
And it came - the first proposal
Had to come
"I like you!"
She had a boyfriend.
Couldn't have not had.
Distance
Priorities
Careers
Life
Fours years and a boyfriend later
"I am sorry."
"Felt like talking to you!"
Couldn't have not said.
The sensitive, caring friend
A stubborn, egoistic loner
The vivacious, still very social optimist
An anti social, nihilistic Utopian
The socially sensitive philanthropist
A career oriented pragmatist
It still couldn't have been.
"Want to start a school."
"Me too."
"Hate the education system."
"Hate the poor not getting education."
"Feel really strongly about you."
"Can't feel the way I felt for him,
Especially not after another one."
The hypocritic liar
An honest lover
The emotionally hurt object
A broken house of cards
The socially burdened stoic
A rebellious objectivist
"Happy holi"
"Same to you"
Overwhelmed by the occasion
Motored by unconscious emotions
Hand in hand
In the middle of the Arabian sea
Amongst a crowd
They stood
"I don't know about her
But I lived a lifetime in those two and a half minutes."
She could've married
He could've loved another
She would get a better guy
He would get a more compatible girl
She was lost
He was sure
She would refuse
He would ask anyway
Two months of emotional turmoil later
"I love you"
"I haven't thought about it"
Couldn't have not thought
The rehearsed answer
An honest proposal
The confused soul
A shattered glass
A year and several moments later,
Things are still the same.
She apparently doesn't
He still does
She doesn't care
He doesn't expect her to
She talks
He fights hope
It couldn't have been.
Never meant to be.
A battle with self
A battle of self denial
A battle to kill hope
A battle to undo the true
A battle to wrong the right
A battle against inertia
A battle of self communication.
It cannot be.
It simply cannot be.
Not meant to be.
The emotions stand
Unrequited
Needn't be!
True can't be made false
Right cannot be wronged
Life cannot be death
She has moved away
Half of him has moved on
She will regret this
He hopes she doesn't
She sympathizes with him
He empathizes with her
Quite simply, it just couldn't have been
She learnt to stand up for herself
He learnt to love
She learnt to love her more
He learnt defeat
She learnt to move ahead
He learnt to carry on
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Candid Monologue
I tried not to.
I don't want to.
But I just do!
I dont know why
I dont know when
But i know that I did then,
And I do now
Everytime you laugh
Everytime we talk
Everytime I see you
I try not to
I dont want to
But I just do
Like never before
Like always
Like ever after.
While holding your hand
While aimlessly staring at you
While thoughtlessly thinking about you
I try not to
I dont want to
But I just do
While looking in your eyes
While listening to your expressions
While reading the untyped texts
After your lies
In your cover-up trials
With your messed up excuses
I try;
Try really hard not to
Because honestly, i dont want to
But I do
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Inferno
Amid-ts several life currents, I now stand at crossroads of life;
The road to be taken is now on the horizon'
A decision has to be made, a road has to be taken!
A squabble thus begins, a nasty one at it;
The promise of forgive and forget,
The lure of a new life,
The practicality of rationality,
And the rationality of a futuristic reality,
All strike at once with honest yet venomous brutality!
And there lays my body,
Rattled by the ferocity of the forthcoming,
Buried in the cacophony of opinions,
Pusillanimous by rational prognostications;
My body lays -- Numb, still, enervated, directionless!
The heart surrenders,
Rather timidly, but understandably;
Burdened by the nebulous past,
Awed by the big future that promised much,
But never really arrived.
Thus lies the beleaguered soul;
In the face of death,
Beating it's last beats
Relieving its most cherished memories,
Remembering its most entrusted beliefs.
A sigh ensues and the tears start to flow,
Not in pity of the soul,
But on its own state nevertheless.
On its reflection in the shattered pieces of hope,
On the loss of trust in its Trust,
On the loss of expectancy which,
Once looked only at the possibilities.
On the loss of faith in its own something,
Something called love if ever it existed;
A love that has lasted for so long
So innocently so unconditionally so truly so impractically
so irrationally so completely so comprehensively!
That something called love resurfaces
The reminisces of moments start taking effect
The heart beats
And it beats again
And again and again
For that someone
For that soul-mate who is but isn't
For that love which was but never was
For that ever so beautiful face which was always mine but never was
For that seamless, innocent relationship
With no ground rules, no conditions
No wants, no needs!
The innocence,
Of wanting to be together
Of always talking about each other
If not talking to each other
Of thinking about each other
Of simply, seamlessly and tirelessly,
Loving each other.
That innocence ekes out a moment from somewhere
Right from the happiest of memory corners
To give life hope
To give love courage
To give trust vigor
And the blood starts flowing
The heart beat strengthens and then steadies
Rationality takes a punch
Trying to Ir-rationalize the rationality of it all
There it was, light at the end of a tunnel;
There's rationale behind the irrational
Meaning inside the meaningless
Pattern in randomness
Passion to the thoughtless
Hope beyond hopeless
Love beyond hatred
Trust beyond love
And love beyond boundaries
The cloister of mediocrity comes calling
In the veil of practicality!
What is day without night
What is food without hunger
What is success without failure
What is happiness without sorrow
What is love without longing!!!
Stealthily amid-st the triumph
Strikes the unyielding
The downtrodden and abhorred
The fear, fear of rejection, fear of failure
In a manner that could suit only itself
Circumventing the past
With exaggerated conjectures
And conjectures is all they are.
The truth lies in those moments
That heartfelt of unspoken love
A love that is but isn't
A love that always was but wasn't
A love that always will be but might not be
A love to love nevertheless
A love to cherish for always
A love that was always loved even when it wasn't
A love that is still loved when it isn't
A love that always will be loved even if it won't
The hope lives
Head high, triumphant at an emphatic victory;
Only to realize the next moment-
This is no time to let loose,
For bigger, bloody battles lay ahead
Battles that will require every ounce,
Battles that will sap every drop,
Battles that will intend to kill!
But the hope is ready,
With trust as its Armour;
To fight off every opponent,
To hang in till the very end,
To give the win every chance!
Maybe, just maybe
The inferno is strong enough to last,
Hot enough to kill,
Most of all, brave enough to stay burning:
Till the end, until the very end!
For however the story ends
I'd have a tale to tell,
A cause for life to smile upon me
A cause for live
A cause to die happy
And in the end
A cause for love to love the love that loved!
