A place for my erratic insights, thoughts and notions - my own look-back place. There is no set topic or content. It's all about what I like at the moment.
This blog has been my time-machine for a while. When I see the written words here, they take me back to the moments when I wrote those things. I guess these short peeps give me comfort sometimes. This is my place where I was young once and now becoming old.
There was a time, there was nothing to write down. There is a time when there is everything to write. I guess life gives a bundle of stories every day if we just listen. Anyway, I want to give my writing a sincere chance and for that, I am taking a bit of this blog to a truly anonymous place where I can write whatever I want to write, perhaps it's for the best because that might be too wild. This blog place, that it is, however, will continue to keep a random glimpse of everything that is happening all around, which I keep finding amusing or erratic.
Cult of Cultest André Rieu.
I like him so much that I'd like his music to be played at the time of my cremation and I'd like my people to enjoy that festival of Light and, Music!
The rain clouds hovering above the picturesque countryside around Berry Pomeroy hint at something spooky. And indeed this small village in England's Devon region holds a few mysteries. Listed in the Domesday Book of 1086 as a feudal barony, the village retains some of its Tudor trappings, including St. Mary's Church (find the spire in the image).
However, it’s the nearby Berry Pomeroy Castle that attracts most visitors, even though (or because) it’s said to be home to a gathering place of ghosts. Built-in the late 15th century, the castle fell into a state of ruin by the turn of the 18th century and has since been deemed one of the most haunted castles in Britain.
When the interview started, the interviewer looked into (almost certain now) the resume, which interviewee obviously can't see on the screen, and said you have an interesting background.
And the interviewee thought about his background with a door and on that door, there was a towel too. It was a nice towel though, red, furry, and dry. He thought how could his background be interesting?
Anyway, the interview started and came to a conclusion.
The interviewer asked, 'do you have any question to ask?' The interviewee replied, I think you have explained everything in details including position, the expected responsibilities, regarding the company, and it's culture. I can't think of any question right now, because whatever I wanted to ask, you have already answered nicely. However, on that note, I must add, you are a very helpful recruiter and I think, we must end our conversation on a cheerful note? The interviewer said, Sure, Go on!
[By then the interviewee had realized that the mention of the background was about the profile, not wall ]
The interviewee continued; you know, when you had asked me about the background at the beginning of our interview, I thought what's there in my wall that made you asked about my background? You see, English is not my first language, so such kind of things happens sometimes, I hope, you understand. When people have different contexts, and when, even though, they try to say the same something, sometimes something gets lost into translation, and then we express something different. You know, sometimes it is funny, sometimes it's not. This time it was quite funny when I realized the fault in my perception and understood you were, instead, talking about profile only. After that realization, I was smiling a little bit on my self for a while, and might not have been able to keep a straight face for some time and I am truly sorry about that.
There was laughter on both ends for a while, and the interview ended on a delightful note, we wished each other an even better day for the rest of the day, then bid a quick farewell. We bid well. Always say GGoood-bye.
Today, I was having lunch with friends and suddenly one of them started watching Sarabhai vs Sarabhai on YouTube and I thought why do people enjoy watching sitcoms alike Sarabhai vs Sarabhai [IMDb rating: 8.9/10] or Friends [IMDb rating: 8.9/10] or Big Bang Theory [IMDb rating: 8.1/10], Bhabiji Ghar Par Hain [IMDb rating: 8.5/10], even though they can't relate to the character, even if they find the whole thing ludicrous but somehow still find them engaging and hilarious.
Almost all the times, their scripts make you laugh at the amount of sheer stupidity, you wonder, how one can write such utterly, completely, disastrously, marvellously bad bullshit, but then you slowly realize that to write such kind of pure bullshit, you still need to have a pure genius. You keep making fun of each and every dialogue and scene of such serials, and then suddenly one day out of blue, they touch something deep inside you, and you feel related. It doesn't matter if you start watching their episode or a season somewhere in the middle, you will still understand every scene and dialogue. You realize, they are so-bad-that-they-are-good. What a wonderful contradiction!
While retiring in my bed, I related this inanity when I recalled my fidelity for the Hindi movie Gunda (1998) starring The Lord Mithun Da where he proved himself to be The Most Divine Among Divines with his well-chiselled look and little hanging tummy yet still pulverising through the light and darkness alike. It is still a mystery whether this movie was meant to be that funny or it was just a coincidence, humanity will never know. If you don't believe, check the IMDb rating of the movie Gunda (1998) which is 7.3/10 (on the day of this post), it keeps changing, for a very brief period it reached the unassailable magic figure of 10 (even higher than The Shawshank Redemption [IMDb rating: 9.3/10]), but nonetheless, it never falls below 7. You should definitely read its reviews. It is such-a-terribly-bad-movie that it has become one of the cults of cult movies. For example, you will see two people fighting and suddenly the background scene would change from airport to a dock, where hundred of rockets are being launched from auto-rickshaws and still hitting nothing, and yet it will keep you riveted to the screen. Just like the necromancy of Donnie Darko, albeit of different complexion [watch Donnie if haven't yet].
The present day, while doing meditation for hours, i had a vision of leaving to somewhither one final time. I was offered a white shawl by family, i offered mine worldly possessions. Afterwards, i proffered father of what i had remained, he refused and granted three letters written by mother for me over a long period. I then asked the mother the symbolism of all's. She unravelled the meaning, “all you carry wherever you go is your doings and stories in their faithful form, nothing else, that’s what the white shawl and letters signify”. i further asked, you could have given the letter yourself, why father? she replied, “does anything matter, now go on”.
Mother was right, it matters no more, vanity of vanities, it’s all vanity!
Lately, I have found myself pondering quite a bit about the mystery of death. Why is everyone so scared of dead? We all will die, that's inevitable. Then doesn't it make sense to instead embrace it, understand it? I am not talking about hurting self, that's against the flow of creation. What I am talking about is following where the universe intends to take us. When you see a movie that indulges you, you enjoy it. However, could you still enjoy your most favourite movie in an infinite loop? Imagine the agony of a student who has failed and thus is compelled to repeat his class. We need an end - like the period in a sentence. Everything that we dislike, hate, love or cherish must have an end. I feel we are mostly frightened of unknown rather than death itself. Didn't you sometimes in your life take a leap of faith and dived into. Many times the objective science did it too, that’s how we discovered the vaccine of polio. I don’t think, the leap of faith comes out arbitrary, you sense it, you observe it quietly coming, promising a gateway to the unprecedented horizon and gradually manifesting into intuition. It might work or perhaps would never. However, when you know what you are doing is not working either, isn’t it better to seek out the truth beyond the familiarity? If you haven't ever come across this intuition, which I doubt, I am truly sorry, you can't even know what have you missed. When death comes, instead of welcoming it, we start crying. Everything, including knowns and unknowns, is temporary, it will keep changing, everyone you know will die, everything you own will vanish eventually, it's all illusion. Again, No I am not arguing about harming self, that's pure sin, not because of what I have been told, but because in essence, you are asking for a favour from this universe to take you out of this loop of life and death and then you sway against its rule and hope to get what you want. You won't. You break your own pledge, that you had made to the cosmos when you had rearrived, to return only when you would be called. Besides getting rid of the physical body is too damm easy, what about disposing your fears, your lust, greed, envy, desires, pride and attachments first - can you easily get rid of them, too? When your time comes, and if you have already renounced these, you will not have fear of losing this physical existence, made of ashes.
I feel, there is nothing fearful about death, the death will be a celebration if we live our time nobly and justly, and then we will keep living in the hearts and stories, remembered and forgotten. We will exist nowhere and everywhere. If we embrace death this way, death will not barge into our homestead but instead would lovingly arrive as our dearest friend whom we didn't get to meet for a long long time. Do not repeat the mistakes, again and again, don't hurt a soul, including yours, consciously; make penance for your sins till you have time, change lives, do good, and perhaps you will return to the totality. We need to die, we must be willing to die someday so that we could relish this life before it comes to its conclusion, the final conclusion.
“Life is just a memory, bitter or sweet, it is nothing but a memory.” ~ Aghori Sri Vimalananda
The book gives a glimpse into the spiritual journey of Aghori Sri Vimalananda.
“The more you become aware of death’s certitude, he would say, the more urgently you will strive to live an impeccable life, to seek a healthy relationship with that infinite and permanent reality that lies beyond our world of the temporary and the mundane.”
It’s widely misunderstood when you hear about detachment. The majority take them as avoidance of suffering, recklessness, or abandonment of the world. It’s not that. What does detachment really mean is that you must orient yourself towards the higher good you can imagine and then having done that, act in the moment, that includes you must gracefully accept suffering, as well, as it enters, and let it go as it leaves, you become aware of self and surrounding. Even attachment to avoidance of sufferings creates its own suffering. In ancient Greek, there is a word for this - φυγόπονος, which means fear of pain that makes you avoid the pain. Pain is ultimately inevitable in most scenarios, however, suffering is optional. Your resolve might be tested along the way, through the fire, but don’t conflate what is expedient and comfortable with what is correct or perhaps the moral thing to do. Living in the moment without the higher goal is like slowly building yourself as the strongest enemy you could ever imagine. Every action has associated suffering, for example, a woman conceives and she will have to suffer the consequences of childbirth, you marry your love and your loved one will, for sure, die one day. If suffering seems so absolutely inevitable, does it necessarily stop you from orienting yourself towards the higher goal and living in this moment? It doesn’t because it’s always optional in nature. On the same note, people misunderstand attachment too, they say, in order to achieve enlightenment, one must renounce attachment whole because life is suffering and attachment makes it worse. It doesn’t, it only causes suffering when you can’t release things when it’s time to let them go.
Perhaps what you think suffering is for you was, in essence, a blessing from the beginning. Death, for example, people say it’s the end of life, so that must be terrifying. Perhaps it’s the ultimate silence, peace and calm you always yearned for. We exist as a dot on the timeline of this eternity, but our actions will have repercussions that would reverberate throughout time, the butterfly effect. We must thus decide to face suffering head-on and accept it as gracefully as possible. That’s detachment when ecstasy and suffering become one. In Finnish, there is a saying, "New snow is the death of the old snow". In order to move ahead, you must die to all you once loved and you must be willing to die, so that you may live and live abundantly. - Prof. Jordan B. Peterson. Voice of sanity in the world of confusion. Thank you.
