Who are You?

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Sorry guys, haven’t been writing since some days. Got caught up.

So this Saturday, after studying mechanics straight 9-1, and programming 1-3, we finally had something different by the college. A guest lecture on “The Art of Self Management.” Just like one would expect, we walked in expecting another boring lecture on stupid stuff. But it wasn’t quite anything like one would expect. Now, we don’t have any non-Indian faculty, none that I have seen. Yet here he was, a white guy wearing a kurta and dhoti and a mala round his neck. Quite a fascinating sight for most Indians. Can’t seem to understand why. Maybe because Indians don’t really understand “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.” concept. But anyways, here he was. We all settled down. He’d written the words “Herd Mentality” on the board and on one side he’d written “7 mins”, “8 mins”, “9 mins” and “10 mins”. Now, speaking for myself, I was actually waiting for him to explain why he had written that. As, it happens in every class, people were huddling, chatting, texting. Suddenly he became hard on us and asked a guy who was talking on the phone or chatting to give him his phone. After repeatedly calling us buffalos, and telling us that we came 10 mins late, he started demonstrating how we’d been acting and how we reacted when we saw him in the class. He said that when you guys see a white guy, that too in this attire, you react as if you’ve never seen anything like it! Some people even ridiculed him, which they thought he didn’t notice. He also pointed out that we were basically laughing at our own culture. And then he explained it to us why these reactins were so funny. It’s ’cause they’re ridiculous! He also pointed out about how we all so rely on other people to do our work for us. We basically have someone cleaning our rooms, making us food, doing our laundry (though for us hostel people the laundry, at least, is self-done) etc.

And after much more comic relief, he came to the main point. Why do we go against our conscience and come late to class, and still act cool? Why do we think that it’s okay to do whatever everyone does? It’s cause of our “Herd Mentality”. And thus the term for us, buffaloes. All the buffaloes walking in one direction. In a herd. (This was just the first class of many.)

Why? Why’d we do it? True, as I quoted earlier, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”, but what about our own indivisuality? Does looking cool and trying to fit in really matter more than being yourself?

What do you do when you realise that you’re not yourself anymore?
Give it time to sink in. Think.

Rafiki’s Wisdom #2

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The Paradoxical Commandments
By Kent M. Keith

1. People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered. Love them anyway.

2. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Do good anyway.

3. If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies. Succeed anyway.

4. The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow. Do good anyway.

5. Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable. Be honest and frank anyway.

6. The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds. Think big anyway.

7. People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs. Fight for a few underdogs anyway.

8. What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight. Build anyway.

9. People really need help but may attack you if you do help them. Help people anyway.

10. Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth. Give the world the best you have anyway.

© Copyright Kent M. Keith 1968, renewed 2001
-Kent M. Keith, http://www.paradoxicalcommandments.com/

A Walk On The Beach.

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I remember the first time I went to a beach since I came to Mumbai last year. All my classmates who’re not from Mumbai ( including me ) were pretty much like tourists. We had to ask around for our ways to every other place. And we all were trying to get to know each other.

In all the excitement of discovering this “new” city, we all planned to go to the beach one day after college. Everyone excitedly grabbed rickshaws to the beach, and I, as always, ran to grab my camera from the hostel, and jumped into the second last rickshaw with a friend. We all reached the beach, and everyone was too excited, when this one girl took the lead and went up to the water. She walked ahead and I instantly took this opportunity of a photo as I saw it.
We went on to going knee deep in water, and then finally fully in water after a girl slipped into the water.. xD
To add to this, it started raining. I instantly fell in love with the weather. Soon enough, we all were tired and then we all just sat at a place where waves were comin onto us. There, sitting and chatting with friends, I had a thought which gree violently in my head. Just like the footprints in that pic I took were washed out by the water, almost everything changes and is forgotten about. And there I sat, thinking, “Nothing is Permanent.” And at that time, I was pretty much convinced that nothing really was permanent. That phrase dominated my Whatsapp amd Facebook Statuses, and it even became tge caption of that picture on my page!

This was about 5-6 months back. Now I sit here today writing this article, with more or less the same thought in my mind. Except that there’s something more. I had my ups and downs in these months, which seem like mountains and trenches right now, and probably a couple of years later will seem like no big deal. Or maybe not. But they have taught me something. It’s never to lose hope. And that’s what changes my thoughts.
There’s an old saying that “Don’t write your name on sand, it gets washed away, rather carve it i to a stone, it’ll stay there forever.” Now obviously, even rocks get withered away. But the point comes across. Most things are not permanent, but some things, like true love, are naturally permanent ( ofcourse, there has to be dedication there too ). While some other things, such as great deeds or work need te effort and hard work to be put into them to get carved. And when your name’s carved on the stone, people walking by will see it and appreciate the hard work and remember you. Well, I’m basically trying to put everything in a nutshell, I hope it doesn’t seem too vague to you. But hey, life ain’t easy. And to be great isn’t a piece of cake!

A walk on the beach can turn your life upside down. Who knew?

The Sunset Obsession.

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Imagine you’re on a date with your partner. What do you see? If not for the most of you, atleast for me there’s a key element. It’s an open sky, and to be more specific, a sunset. To be more elaborate, a table for two at a beach house patio, with a clear view of the sunset. That’s where I’d want to take my girlfriend/wife on a date.

There’s something about sunsets that entices me. I mean, when are sunsets a bad setting? Date with your partner, or a chat with a friend, or fun evening with friends at the beach, or a lake boating trip. And to add to love for sunsets, my current city, Mumbai and my hometown, Bhopal both have amazing sunset vantage points. Be it Juhu Beach or the Upper Lake, be it Carter Road or VIP Road, be it Marine Drive or Kaliyasot Dam. I love sitting at these places and enjoying my sunsets.

Now as I promised, this post is also a chance for me to show off my photography to you, and also, these picture’s will give you a clear idea of what I’m been blabbering about.

Upper Lake, Bhopal
One of my favourite sunset pictures that I’ve clicked.

Beautiful, isn’t it? Oh, and that island you see in the background? That’s the Takiya Tapu, the name people usually don’t know it by, it’s just known as the mazaar (mausoleum) of the Upper Lake. A Sufi saint by the name of Shah Ali Shah used to live in solitude on that island in the 18th century, and people never dared to go there. After his death, his grave was dug at the island. It was only recently that the mausoleum was built.

Mausoleum of Hazrat Shah Ali Shah.

Oh right, I was talking about sunsets. I’ll write more if I do write a Tour Guide on Bhopal. 😀 Another sunset in Bhopal is at Kaliyasot Dam, knows among youngsters as KD.

Now I don’t have a sunset picture of that place ( note to myself : click one ) but I do have a sunrise picture here. : ( http://instagram.com/p/baAlfAtl2Z/ )

Now coming to Mumbai, my personal favourite is the sunset at Carter Road. This is probably the most famous place for coffee and food in the evening in West Mumbai.

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And the most famous Juhu Beach, sadly I don’t have a picture there too. I shall add it and repost this as soon as I have one, but nothing for now. Till then Google is your friend. 😛

I think I’ll sign off here. Just go and salvage what’s left of my Sunday.

Until next time, goodbye!

Rafiki’s Wisdom #1

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Forgive and Forget. Forgiveness is not about the other person. Forgiveness is not about their fault. Forgiveness is not about how big was that fault. Forgiveness is about you. It’s about you as a person.

Suppose you’re walking along a path. The path goes straight, and there is nothing but the path, nothing on either side. And by nothing, I mean totay nothing. The edges of the path is where everything ends. You’re walking towards a destination. You walk freely, without any restrains. And you enjoy the walk peacefully.
Now you encounter bags full of something, which smells really bad. And the bag covers the whole path. Now you decide to pick up the bag, and carry it on your shoulders and walk along. Maybe trying to find who left the bag.
As you progress, you find the journey becoming tiring and irritating. And you start balming it on the bag, but never really letting go of it.

That bag is a burden on you. If you forgive the other person, you let go of the bag and leave it behind you. And you attain peace. And when something bad comes along, you fight it instead of being unable to fight because of the burden and then blame it on the bag. You fight and you win. You deserve peace. So Forgive And Forget.

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.
-Mahatma Gandhi

What Are We Afraid Of?

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Humans are always fearful. It’s a natural tendency to be scared of something threatening. In fact, fear is a basic survival instinct.
Some of us are afraid of ghosts, some of spiders, some of heights, some of death, some of darkness.
But I’m talking about deeper fears here. Fears that are more ethereal than real. I’m talking about emotional fears.

I say big things, and probably exaggerated stuff for an 18 year old, but I do have big fears. I’m afraid of being left alone, I’m afraid of the mere notion of loneliness. As opposed to people who generally, or even sometimes like being in their own company, I dread it. Because at one point or the other, you run out of things to do, or rather lose interest. And then you crave company. At least, I do.

But that’s way smaller than the fear we all have. The fear of screwing something up. Even the person who doesn’t give a fuck about anything starts to care about something or someone at one point in their lives. And that fear of letting that thing that you care about get hurt/damaged, fucks with your brain. Like, literally. Now what comes after that depends directly on how you take that fear as. The driving motto you take after that. Do you say, “I won’t let my fears come true.” Or you say, “I won’t let my fears come true.”
If you go for the first way, you end up letting your fears get the best of you. And you end up obsessing about those fears, and in the end, losing to your fears.
If you go or the second, you focus on your determination, you overcome your fears.

Just realised that all this was for all kinds of fears. Fear of heights, public speaking, commitment, losing someone, etc.

But after writing whatever I just did, a thought popped up in my mind. Isn’t it all futile in the end? Even if you do lose to your fears, you learn a lesson. And sometimes, whatever you do, those fears do come true. Maybe when you fear the obvious. Before you react, I never said give up and don’t do anything. Maybe this was my mind’s way of complicating it’s philosophy of “living in the moment.” Or maybe it was just my mind tryna forget about some things. Maybe. Something’s messed up in my top floor. Lemme go check it out. Music therapy maybe.

And yes, if you got anything to share, comment!

Until next time, bye!

Living The Different Life.