Peaches, melons, and dark purple grapes,
Our life should be crystals, pearls and heavy drapes
Trapped in the pile of past, untamed desires
Burning through our million lives' funeral pyres
Writ by us, and un-writ by us as well,
Our destiny follows us, but we can't tell
For our beliefs, are turned upside down
Did our smile come first? Or was it the frown?
The tidal waves of multiple dreams so colorful
Wash us away, with overwhelming push and pull
And we allow ourselves to be dragged around
By random thoughts that are lost and found
It might hurt, but imagine this way,
Your Merc and BMW, if they take it all away
Would you still be defined by what you really are?
Or are you just the total, of a yacht, a house, and a hand-crafted car?
Strange it may seem, that you will leave it all behind,
All that you have fought for, this life full of grind
And then you return, to the same river with a different bend
A million uncertain dreams, and one certain end
So will this end be the actual final departure?
Or will I be searching again for a greener pasture?
I know the choice rests right here in me
But when the light shines, will I be there to see?
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Secrets...
I am currently reading four somewhat inter-related books these days (though on the face of it, they may not necessarily appear to be linked) -- Bhagavad Gita, The Secret, The Science of getting rich, and Master-key-System. Our religions and probably our elders would not obviously allow us to associate the words "rich" and "Gita" very closely. But if we go a little deeper, we realize that no God has ever been against the concept of prosperity in a positive sense. Or abundance, which is actually what really being rich is all about.
And that is where these four texts seem to merge. A common theme running across all of them is the presence of an Omnipotent, Omnipresence power existing all across this universe. A power that is actually very favorable to us (if we believe it to be). A power that strongly advocates lavish abundance. Look at the way Mother Nature creates things -- the vast expanse of really lofty mountains, the unending Oceans, the extremely, over-the-top greenery of trees, and not to mention the millions of species present only on this Earth, which is but a very small component in the entire universe. And the Bhagavad Gita clearly articulates that the owner of this entire creation (Lord Krishna) is present everywhere and anywhere (Omnipotent, Omnipresent). The other three books have a very simple premise (and something which we keep hearing in various shapes and forms) -- "The answer lies within". Very simple, very powerful, yet something which we all keep forgetting.
This infact, takes me back to an earlier post where we were discussing choices, and that there are really no accidents. These books actually delve deeper into why there can actually be no accidents, and that every single thing or event that happens around us, has it's origin inside us. And this is precisely where they become contradictory to all that we have experienced and been taught. We are happy when something good happens to us, and we are not so happy otherwise. In short, our beliefs tell us that the cause is outside us, and the effect is what happens inside us. These books (including the Gita) clearly turn this illogical concept upside down and point at the final truth -- The cause is inside us, the effect is what happens outside. And if we are in tune with the Universe (or God, or Nature, or whatever it is that we believe runs all across), then this Omnipotent entity will definitely cause things to happen in accordance with whatever thoughts we harbor).
This simple thing is actually the only Secret we will ever need to know...
And that is where these four texts seem to merge. A common theme running across all of them is the presence of an Omnipotent, Omnipresence power existing all across this universe. A power that is actually very favorable to us (if we believe it to be). A power that strongly advocates lavish abundance. Look at the way Mother Nature creates things -- the vast expanse of really lofty mountains, the unending Oceans, the extremely, over-the-top greenery of trees, and not to mention the millions of species present only on this Earth, which is but a very small component in the entire universe. And the Bhagavad Gita clearly articulates that the owner of this entire creation (Lord Krishna) is present everywhere and anywhere (Omnipotent, Omnipresent). The other three books have a very simple premise (and something which we keep hearing in various shapes and forms) -- "The answer lies within". Very simple, very powerful, yet something which we all keep forgetting.
This infact, takes me back to an earlier post where we were discussing choices, and that there are really no accidents. These books actually delve deeper into why there can actually be no accidents, and that every single thing or event that happens around us, has it's origin inside us. And this is precisely where they become contradictory to all that we have experienced and been taught. We are happy when something good happens to us, and we are not so happy otherwise. In short, our beliefs tell us that the cause is outside us, and the effect is what happens inside us. These books (including the Gita) clearly turn this illogical concept upside down and point at the final truth -- The cause is inside us, the effect is what happens outside. And if we are in tune with the Universe (or God, or Nature, or whatever it is that we believe runs all across), then this Omnipotent entity will definitely cause things to happen in accordance with whatever thoughts we harbor).
This simple thing is actually the only Secret we will ever need to know...
Monday, May 11, 2009
Crazy..
Some people are worried they might go crazy one day. What with all this recession (and yet a somewhat positive stock market) and all kinds of people turning into statistical percentages. Percentage of people who lost their homes, percentage of people who can't dream anymore about owning a home, percentage of people who played around with other people's homes... you get the drift.
And who would you trust around you? The about to be enthroned UPA? Ketan Parekh? Those analysts on NDTV who claimed in Jan 08 that "markets would have support at 20000 in the short term"? Who is really keeping the markets afloat? Or would you think that Obama is the saviour? Nasdaq and Dow are inching up rapidly. So is the worst for the world over? Even if GM files for bankruptcy, even if credit card defaults are supposed to increase? What exactly does "consumer confidence index" measure? How do you measure optimism?
And all this accompanied by increasing problems on the personal front. I mean, just how many marriages (and that's another interesting statistic by the way) were actually based on "love", and not on the expanse of your downtown Manhatten villa? How many friendships are actually not based on social status, and the ability (mainly financially) to be "cool"? Would you respect your uncles as much if they turned up at your doorstep without a wallet-loosening gift stashed away in their coat pockets? Would you?
This has got me worried. And what I am worried about is not whether I will go crazy. But that I will never know when exactly did I cross the line...
And who would you trust around you? The about to be enthroned UPA? Ketan Parekh? Those analysts on NDTV who claimed in Jan 08 that "markets would have support at 20000 in the short term"? Who is really keeping the markets afloat? Or would you think that Obama is the saviour? Nasdaq and Dow are inching up rapidly. So is the worst for the world over? Even if GM files for bankruptcy, even if credit card defaults are supposed to increase? What exactly does "consumer confidence index" measure? How do you measure optimism?
And all this accompanied by increasing problems on the personal front. I mean, just how many marriages (and that's another interesting statistic by the way) were actually based on "love", and not on the expanse of your downtown Manhatten villa? How many friendships are actually not based on social status, and the ability (mainly financially) to be "cool"? Would you respect your uncles as much if they turned up at your doorstep without a wallet-loosening gift stashed away in their coat pockets? Would you?
This has got me worried. And what I am worried about is not whether I will go crazy. But that I will never know when exactly did I cross the line...
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Price-tags
I have been house hunting (No, that's not the excuse for not writing anything in March of 09). And I have begun to realize that you can attach a price tag to almost anything and everything.
One of your rooms has a view to what looks like a huge drain (they call it a Lake), and the per sq. ft. price goes up.
You can watch fifty pigeons bathing and shitting in the common pool below, and it's called "pool-facing".
There's one rotten tread-mill in the basement, and you have to pay "Clubhouse" charges.
The vaguely audible sea-waves, lashing a few kilometers away, would come with a "sea-facing" tag.
The convenience of watching huge movie posters and clothing banners would easily lead to a "mall-facing" qualifier, which translates to an additional Rs. to the psf rate.
And if from your window you can watch the crowd pouring into Siddhivinayak, then you must have paid a real hefty premium (God ain't cheap, certainly not in Mumbai)
The only consolation is that they haven't (at least till now) asked me for any premiums if the window opens into the bedroom of my neighbor...
One of your rooms has a view to what looks like a huge drain (they call it a Lake), and the per sq. ft. price goes up.
You can watch fifty pigeons bathing and shitting in the common pool below, and it's called "pool-facing".
There's one rotten tread-mill in the basement, and you have to pay "Clubhouse" charges.
The vaguely audible sea-waves, lashing a few kilometers away, would come with a "sea-facing" tag.
The convenience of watching huge movie posters and clothing banners would easily lead to a "mall-facing" qualifier, which translates to an additional Rs. to the psf rate.
And if from your window you can watch the crowd pouring into Siddhivinayak, then you must have paid a real hefty premium (God ain't cheap, certainly not in Mumbai)
The only consolation is that they haven't (at least till now) asked me for any premiums if the window opens into the bedroom of my neighbor...
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Immoral police
Ancient mammoths imposing their will
Myopic vultures scooping down upon all
Fictitious religions, governed by fictitious Gods
Dwarf-minded dinosaurs, standing tall
Fighting to win their own wars,
The army of wall-builders arrives
Each bearing a sign they don’t understand
Fed on one large truth, of cumulative lies
Carrying bird-cages in their creepy hands,
Finding faults with those walking free
Destroying all hints of progress,
Self-claimed visionaries, who were not made to see
Hallucinating on ego-strengthening trips,
The tyrants claim they are more learned
In a time when shadows rule the bodies,
Illiteracy becomes a virtue of the over-educated
These quacks are playing, with fiery medicines,
Turning guinea pigs out of the innocent
Forked tongues, unleashing venom
Until their preys are fully spent
And so they haunt the unsuspecting millions
Specters marching, waving scepters
Bones of contention left in every plate,
By scheming villains, and glorified rainmakers
Myopic vultures scooping down upon all
Fictitious religions, governed by fictitious Gods
Dwarf-minded dinosaurs, standing tall
Fighting to win their own wars,
The army of wall-builders arrives
Each bearing a sign they don’t understand
Fed on one large truth, of cumulative lies
Carrying bird-cages in their creepy hands,
Finding faults with those walking free
Destroying all hints of progress,
Self-claimed visionaries, who were not made to see
Hallucinating on ego-strengthening trips,
The tyrants claim they are more learned
In a time when shadows rule the bodies,
Illiteracy becomes a virtue of the over-educated
These quacks are playing, with fiery medicines,
Turning guinea pigs out of the innocent
Forked tongues, unleashing venom
Until their preys are fully spent
And so they haunt the unsuspecting millions
Specters marching, waving scepters
Bones of contention left in every plate,
By scheming villains, and glorified rainmakers
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