Indulgence for the brain.

Until i read this, a paradox was just that!

http://listverse.com/2010/05/28/11-brain-twisting-paradoxes/

I especially liked the Achilles and Tortoise paradox....

If you have free time to kill, and have the internet, this is THE site to surf! : http://listverse.com/

What makes it  more interesting is the appropriate pictures and short videos that accompany the posts. Not to mention, a very off-hand , effervescent style of the commentary that makes you believe that there is something different about knowledge, the kind, which is to be absorbed with the sole purpose of providing a stimulus to the intelligence buds.

No to show off, nor to philosophize,  not to dish out advice either.

Just so that one feels that weird yet enticing tickling sensation in your braincells. :)




Pure indulgence for the brain.

Aah bliss!

The enlightenment.

Tennis was great today partly owing to the bright yet cool winter morning and partly owing to the form I was in. It’s funny, how the angry and hapless look in my opponent’s eyes, after he saw my shots whizz past him, made me feel happy. I felt elated at having beaten someone handsomely. I felt supremely confident and authoritative about everything around me.
 

So there I was, riding back on the bike, preening to myself, excited about thinking, how I am going to meet the workday ahead head to head and beat the shit out of it.

Then I saw her. 

She would have been about eight years old. An expectedly frail frame screaming of impoverishment. Large eyes set deep in a hollow on a dark black face. Hair, a dirty brown mess of dust and black. Clothed in an ill fitting torn nightgown which was bizarrely bright yellow in color, beneath the dirt. She was picking up thrown away food from the waste bin at the corner. On hearing the sound of my bike she looked up, unnecessarily startled. I smiled at her, an awkward, guilty smile, to reassure her there is nothing to get startled about. 

Everything was alright until then. 

And then, she smiled back at me.

That smile, filled with shame and self pity, spread awkwardly across her face. And, as it strangely further darkened her face, it seemed to reach out and touch my heart. And suddenly the very surroundings around us turned a shade of gloomy grey.

That smile completely shattered the shell I, moments ago, had built around myself. A shell of false self esteem and ego. Born out of trivial and petty victories. 

I thought about it. Deeply. I would not like to disclose the thought process or the thoughts themselves. I am scared that i may not be able to do full justice to the impact they had on me. As such, someone reading it may not understand the girl child's predicament as I did, and would not be able to grasp the gravity. And, weirdly enough, I have become extremely possessive about that smile.

It was just for me. To enlighten me.

However I will put down a few resolutions I made: 

• I'll never ever throw away food, but would take whatever little extra trouble it takes to make sure it falls in the hands of the needy. 
• Give my opponents @ tennis an honestly warm smile when I see ‘that’ look on their faces, telling them : ‘hey man, tomorrow will probably be your day! 
• Try and help children like her, in any way I can. (http://www.cry.or/apps/donation.aspx?pagetype=SEM2011)

    

Of the above I highly recommend the last, (the rest two being kind of personal) to all my good friends who have taken the trouble to read through this paragraph.

Love you!

There are times when i feel incomplete inside. Times when I feel, wading through all the logic and trying to make sense of it all has become an addiction that reins in my natural instincts.

I am sure, my friends, that at one point in time or other all of you must have felt the same way. And felt an emptiness that is brimming to overflow.

Come then, let us loose ourselves in the most divine emotion God gifted us, let us ask it to embrace us.

ए ईश्क़ , मुझपे येह थोडा एहसान कर,
रंग दे मुझे, थोडा बदनाम कर,
बडे सकून से गुज़र रही हैं ज़िन्दगी,
बेचैनी का कोइ ,अब तो इंतज़ाम कर....

तेरे बीना ऐ इश्क, बेरंग हैं लगते मौसम सारे
बड़े रूखे रूखे से हैं मिजाज़ हमारे
या तो बदल दे नजरिया , या नज़ारे
आ इस बेरुखी से ज़रा, जानपहचान कर

मैं रंजीश में हूँ, इस तलम ज़िन्दगी से
थोड़ा बेहेका दे मुझे, थोड़ा बेकाबू कर
मुझसे हो जाए, कोइ हसीं गुनाह
लालच का कोइ , ऐसा काम कर !

ए ईश्क़ , मुझपे येह थोडा एहसान कर,
रंग दे मुझे, थोडा बदनाम कर,
बडे सकून से गुज़र रही हैं ज़िन्दगी,
बेचैनी का थोड़ा, इंतज़ाम कर....

तेरे बीना ऐ इश्क, बेरंग हैं लगते मौसम सारे
बड़े रूखे रूखे से हैं मिजाज़ हमारे
या तो बदल दे नज़ारे , या नजरिया,
आ हमारी बेरुखी से ज़रा, जानपहचान कर

मैं रंजीश में हूँ, इस तलम ज़िन्दगी से
थोड़ा बेहेका दे मुझे, थोड़ा बेकाबू कर
मुझसे हो जाए, कोइ हसीं गुनाह
लालच का कोइ , ऐसा काम कर !

The beginning.

Finally!

When you sit down to write something, you sudenly find there is not much you can think of to write about. Blogger's block?

However, I believe it would not be all that difficult. A few close friends say i think a lot. I believe them. They a re a few chosen close friends. And I usually tend believe them, if they have good things to say about me. :)

So, all I need to do is to find a mechanism thich allows me to bridge the thought process to the blog.

Of course, as is common with people who think about anything and everything, and not always in a way that can be considered gentalmanly, not every thought can be mouthed, much less blogged.

But I have decided to be honest. And this is for those friends who always tell me, you are either almost never honest or, it is very difficult to believe you are being honest.

Lets see.

For now, it is at least one post a day.

And oh yes, my spellings will stay with me forever. Those who say I am not trustworthy (even faithful!), think twice.

Besides, a man is nothing without his imperfections.