Mr.Nice Guy

•February 9, 2014 • Leave a Comment

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Life wanted to have a conversation with Mr.Nice Guy. Life told him that often it’s not him that had failed. It was life that failed because Mr.Nice Guy was too nice. And naïve. And maybe, nonchalant, to the point of not even realizing the burns – that grew within him over time. Life told him that it often wanted to apologize. Even gave hints of hope when Mr.Nice Guy was busy ruminating over his existential torments – which often was willful. The problem with nice guys is that they often make their unhappiness a pleasure to watch; or a lesson wanting to be absorbed by the people they live for – as if they are present as the mute spectators watching every move he makes. Life told Mr.Nice Guy that it’s only people like him that learns to appreciate the ordinary; learns to embrace the meek; learns to take the hard route to success only to lay claim to a triumphant climax – that only and only belongs to him. And whoever he deems fit sharing it with.

Life told Mr.Nice Guy to stay the course and keep rowing. There are more violent turns. Ups and downs. ‘Inner defeats’, ‘moral uncertainties’, ‘grey areas’ are all characters in this journey.  And the journey is going to be worth it. Because life was never about reaching a destination. Life was never a station. It is the train.

And Mr.Nice Guy stood still. Patiently listening to Life.

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Alex Honnold: Free Soloing

•February 3, 2014 • Leave a Comment

I came across this video and I think it demonstrates the sheer power of the human mind. Nothing is impossible. Only if we tune our minds the way we want it to. Check it out.

Canvas of self expressions – Twenty Four

•February 2, 2014 • Leave a Comment

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“It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but – but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s – That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess”.

truth and pain

•February 2, 2014 • Leave a Comment

the artist had finally got the chance to speak. he looked at the audience with pity. and said, “truth and pain are lovers. you can’t experience one without the other. and whoever you get introduced to first, eventually leads to the other. being an audience, you will never get to experience the depths and shades of truth and pain that i have gone through. it’s in your nature to comment, criticize, form opinions, ranks, scores, etc. i don’t sing for you. i don’t write for you. i write for myself. i sing for myself.”

Geography and Timing

•January 19, 2014 • Leave a Comment

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(In the last two days, I have tried doing things in a different way. Unusual decisions. New experiences. Made me think. And I wrote this. )

The probability of meeting a stranger and having a soul conversation

Time, space and matter coming together in perfect union

To orchestrate a moment

that makes me think –

“Geography is the distance between my heart and your brain

Timing is the excuse we come up with

To extinguish a moment. Or a possibility of it”

It’s his birthday!

•December 7, 2013 • Leave a Comment

A very special old man celebrates his 64th birthday today. Thank you Sir for teaching us many many things about life, love, loss and everything that goes between those three things. I’m fortunate that I grew up listening to you.

Here is one of his fanmails. Handwritten. I’m borrowing it from letters of note.

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Transcript

Jun 6, 2006

Colin,

You’re from Palestine? How did you find the time to write….given all the trouble you are having with Israel? Good to hear from you, your sister has good taste, so do you. Allow me to formally encourage to write things down, so when you make it you can say, and I can say, I was in your corner all along. Thanks for all your kind words, always good to hear from the younger generation telling me I have value and relevance. Stay at it Colin. Lots of great people come from Illinois because it’s so flat you have to dream up everything, that’s what my wife says….she’s from there, & lots of Presidents are from Illinois. OK Colin go out there and take the world by the tail, pull it down, wrap it around and put it in your pocket.

Warmly,

(Signed)

Anuksha

•December 7, 2013 • Leave a Comment

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I was walking down the lonely streets of an old Bavarian town.
It was night. Cold. And the stars had come down with happy Christmas trees waiting for the snow to melt down.
I kept talking to myself. “Maybe my life is seriocomedy”.
“Maybe I’m supposed to go through this polymorphous desire of uncalled reality”.
That’s when I heard a song.
A woman sitting on the street, singing out her soul, about all the things that went wrong.
Stealing glances, standing still, looking at the yellow wall – I drowned myself in her voice
That complemented the church bells and the small town’s meek noise
I asked her the name of the song
She said, “The song has no name. But you can call it Anuksha. It’s about all the things that went wrong”.
“What a pretty name for a sad song”, I pondered.
“Why would a happy man spend his time listening to a sad song”, she wondered.

Anuksha.
The sadness fee of the seriocomedy.
Anuksha.
The actress in the polymorphous desire of uncalled reality.