a shayar i liked...

Humse door jayoge kaise
Dil se hame bhulaoge kaise
Hum vo khushboo hain jo sason me baste hain
Khud ke sason ko rokh paoge kaise!

enjoy!

raja raja cholan..

Youtube is the biggest gift to lonely individuals like me in the US (in the US because the bandwidth was never so high in India) .. recently i was watching this song called raja raja cholan.. my friends used to make fun of me in IIT saying that this song was always playing in my computer.. i love the lyrics..

but now seeing the video was funny.. this is about a guy who marries his childhood sweetheart.. and is pretty happy too.. and then he meets this sexy singer when he goes abroad, falls in love and starts living in with her back in india.. along with his wife.. he loves them both... and he feels absolutely no guilt carrying on with his affair... till the end when both his wives have their babies in the same hpsital on the same day and this guy gets caught... but the beauty of the story is that both of them are not able to let go of him and our man continues to do his perfect job as a father and husband of two!!

the thing that i love about this song and the movie as a whole, is that it shows that human beings are capable of loving more than one person without feeling any guilt whatsoever and that the sanctity of marriage is merely a form of social control...

its fabulous how powerful social control must be if it can prevent such strong primeval tendencies just for the sake of society and how weak and powerless man is, who confuses morals with mere norms!

And its funny how perverse I am to actually write a blog on this!!

the magic of netflix..

its been long since something so unexpected has made quite so happy..
one such thing is netflix... its completely amazing.. its probably just a stupid program that tracks the kind of movies people watch and puts them in a box..

anyways.. I watched Dr. Zhivago a week ago.. which was nice... not amazing.. fell a little in love with Omar Sheriff.. but nothing more... but netflix realized what exactly I wanted to watch the next time, and I saw the first movie it recommended to me this time.. called 84 Charing Cross Road.. featuring anthony hopkins... as always, this one moved me... not for the great storyline or anything.. but for the fact that there were such people who preferred old books to new, and reading to having kids!

anyways.. i hope that my enthu catches on you guys this weekend... and hope with all my heart that you find what you are searching for...

din bar kaam nahi aaram...

http://youtube.com/watch?v=nypalyZ7RMs

if you are ever nostalgic about the good old times off iit,
when we did nothing, and thought we were accomplishing the everything...
when we knew not what difficulty was and thought we were going through the most difficult times,
when we had so many friends, and cried for our family,
when we were on top of the world, and thought that we were at the bottom rung..

please watch the above video... just to reinforce that there was a time when we were that careless and that happy!!

counterfactual thinking...

well well... its long time now...
so many things have happened since...
married, quit my job, in the US and doing an MBA...

the eternal romantic that I am, i had mixed feelings...
married - well that ended the adventure in certain aspects of my life (which I did enjoy.. immensely while it lasted I may add)
quit my job - thats great, i can now jump on to a new experiment with my life.. this is good...
in the US - well, this is kind of a shock actually... as I will explain in a bit...
doing an MBA - this is it.. the last straw.. i did the one thing that I somehow did not conceive of myself doing at all... i imagined doing creative writing, baby sitting, day dreaming etc in a foreign land, but not doing an MBA...

anyways, here i am straddling too many new roles... and struggling a bit too... but i am sure looking back, this would be an interesting phase of my life..

now coming back to why counter factual thinking... i have OB (organizational behavior) exams tomorrow... and i read that what actually makes people happy or sad is the counter factual thinking... a silver medalist think he just missed a gold, a bronze medalist thinks that he managed to get it... you know, things that make you feel incomprehensible things...

i was struck by how meaningful it is... this "what if" question. the question that makes it difficult to accept realities and leading people to think wishful thoughts about what cannot be anymore... what if..

US has been an experience.. coming with my kinda baggage of strong patriotic thoughts (i never realized i was this way.. always thought that I will enjoy this adventure... but then, here you find me, missing india, missing my past)

and MBA is fabulous... not at all unromantic... with stuff like critical analytical thinking, global context of management, OB all bordering on social sciences... its just fabulous... am thoroughly immersing myself in the experience...

more than anything, i am feeling so carefree... no tension of what i have to do, what i should accomplish... its great to feel this way (probably for the first time for me that I am feeling this way, aimless... i always had so much to do, so much to prove....) to write long winded blogs the day before exams when everyone else is putting all nighters... its great...

but i am missing my friends and my culture... the indians also become so weird when they come to the US... maybe they adapt themselves.. i dunno... but i am feeling so odd here...

ha.. at least it feels good to write... a blog... spill my thoughts out, unload my mind by merely uploading my thoughts into the universe of internet.... great stuff...

wishing you well my friends... now that i have found my footing in this strange new place, i will write more now... if not to entertain others... to relieve myself...

unnale unnale

the most amazing lyrics i have heard till now...
how do these tam lyricists manage it, i will never know..
or is the magic of your mother tongue that it seems so sweet..

here is a couple of lines translated in english...

unnaale unnaale vinnaalachchendrene
because of you I went to rule the space

unn munne unn munne mei thaazha nindrene
before you i stand reduced..

oru sottu kadalum nee oru pottu vaanam nee
you are a drop of the ocean, one dot of the sky

oru pulli puyalum nee brahmiththen
you are one point of a tornado, i am overwhelmed...

this soul pinching lyrics along with the lilting music.. what can i say..
this is heaven i think.. to get lost in music.... the song of life...
i love those sundays where i just listen to music, lost in my own world..
unable the bear the joy.. my heart not large enough to contain it all...

a toast to blogging!!

it's so cool to blog.. its like a diary with the span of your life... you can shout, grieve, reminisce and make judgements... you can choose the image you want to project... its a mirror to your life... a witness to that aspect of your personality that you want to share with the world... its absolutely fabulous... gives you a sense of ego... you are what your words are kind of a thing... (its a flase sense of pride - partial too, but who cares!)

i wonder why few people take to the delights of blogging.. a wonderful way of voicing your opinions... knowing that someday to someone, it might all make some sense.. a tiny difference even...

a toast to blogging!!

patience...

can people ever change their fundamental characterisitcs? can we learn virtues? or should we be born with it?

can i ever learn patience and detachment... when my mood changes like quicksilver and i am passionate about everything there is.. things which i reallllllly loove and things which i absolutely hate....

can we really learn to be dispassionate? is it maturity, wisdom born out of experience? to be that way... like a monk in the himalayas away from all family and people... breathing in air and finding meaning in living such a life... searching for himself... only to realise that there is no such thing called individuality... only the result of your own accumulated karma and the strength of your own will...

ah there... we are made from bits of god.. and if god epitomises patience, then so can we... there.. that answers my questions!!

see, this is what i like about writing... it brings clarity, just by slowing your thoughts to the pace of our writing... enough to allow understanding to dawn on your racing thoughts....

patience... writing teaches you that.....

hello world..

hello world.. here i come.. i think its been two years since i wrote for the sake of writing.. and off late i have realised that it is necessary, in fact absolutely mandatory to express my feelings somewhere... where i know and hope that some day some kindred spirit will read it and feel the same...