A road and a song

सा कला या विमुक्तये!

2011-11-25T18:08:00.003+05:30

(भवतापातून) मुक्त करते तीच कला!

तुकारामांनी देखिल हेच सांगितले आहे " असा घेई छंद, तुटोनी जाई भवबंध!"

Quote

2009-09-16T13:49:00.001+05:30

A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul.

~ Goethe

ग. दि.मा.

2009-08-22T13:53:00.001+05:30

ज्ञानियाचा वा तुक्याचा तोची माझा वंश आहे

माझिया रक्तात थोडा ईश्वराचा अंश आहे...

आयुष्यातील अनेकांना!

2009-08-19T12:28:00.001+05:30

ऋण फेडण्याचा विचार देखील नाही मनात माझ्या..

तुझ्या ऋणात राहण्यात मला आनंद आहे !!

Freedom

2009-07-31T14:31:00.001+05:30

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.

- Rabindranath Tagore, Gitanjali 73

Power of belief

2009-07-22T18:35:00.002+05:30

"I believe in the sun, even when it is not shining; I believe in love, even when I feel it not; I believe in God even when he is silent."

From nowhere

2009-07-15T09:44:00.001+05:30

In the most unlikely of the locations, one can come across something that gives a new and fresh line to thinking....

This is from the book - "The Da Vinci Code"
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Silas's soul thundered with remorse and rage. "Father, if it takes my lifetime, I will find the one who deceived us, and I will kill him."

Aringarosa shook his head, looking sad as they prepared to wheel him away. " Silas...if you have learned nothing from me, please .....learn this." He took Silas's hand and gave it a firm squeeze. "Forgiveness is God's greatest gift."

"But Father....."

Aringarosa closed his eyes. "Silas, you must pray."

Serenity prayer

2009-07-11T12:37:00.001+05:30

Have been thinking of blogging this for quite some time now......

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

घनु वाजे घुण घुणा

2009-07-10T14:33:00.001+05:30

आर्त विनवणी, इतकी आर्त की हृदय पिळवटून टाकेल अशी विराणी - आद्य कवी ज्ञानेश्वरांनी रचलेली.....

घनु वाजे घुण घुणा, वारा वाहे रुणझुणा

भवतारकू हा कान्हा वेगी भेटवा का?

चान्दु वो चान्द्णे चापे वो चन्दने

देवकीनंदनेवीण नावडे वो

चंदनाची चोळी माझे सर्व अंग पोळी

कान्हो वनमाळी वेगी भेटवा का

दर्पणी पहात रूप न दिसे वो आपले

बापरखुमादेवीवरे मज ऐसे केले

God - interpreted!

2009-07-09T20:09:00.002+05:30

This one is from Pu. La. Deshpande. From the book "Vyakti ani Valli" - the character portrayed being Pestan Kaka, an elderly Parsi gentleman.

"People say god means this, god means that. But I feel god means suffering."

One more layer of meaning added to the all-meaning God!

Knowledge and Bhakti

2009-07-09T20:00:00.002+05:30

Found this gem of Rajaji after a good discussion with Srini. Here it goes.....

“….. When intelligence matures and lodges securely in the mind, it becomes wisdom. When wisdom is integrated with life and issues out in action, it becomes bhakti (devotion). Knowledge, when it becomes fully mature is bhakti. If it does not get transformed into bhakti, such knowledge is useless tinsel. To believe that gynana and bhakthi, knowledge and devotion are different from each other is ignorance….”

Wisdom

2009-07-09T14:25:00.002+05:30

If you actually look like your passport photo, you aren't well enough to travel.

-Sir Vivian Fuchs

Wisdom

2009-06-22T17:29:00.000+05:30

It's just life. No big deal really.

एवढे दे पांडूरंगा

2009-06-11T19:30:00.005+05:30

माझिया गीतात वेडे दु:ख संतांचे भीनावे
वाळल्या वेलीस माझ्या अमृताचे फुल यावे

आशयांच्या अंबरांनी टंच माझा शब्द व्हावा
कोरडा माझा उमाळा रोज माधुर्यात नाव्हा

स्पंदने ज्ञानेश्वराची माझिया वक्षात व्हावी
इंद्रिया वाचून मीही इंद्रिये भोगून घ्यावी

एकनाथाने मलाही बैसवावे पंगतीला
नामया हाती बनावे हे जिणे गोपाळकाला

माझिया साठी जगाचे रोज जाते घराघरावे
मात्र मी सोशीन जे जे ते जनाई चे असावे

मी तुकयाच्या लोचनांनी गांजल्यांसाठी रडावे
चोख वेव्हारात माझ्या मी मला वाटून द्यावे

ह्या विना काही नको रे एवढे दे पांडुरंगा
ह्याच साठी मांडला हा मी तुझ्या दारात दंगा

Can't get enough of Krishna!

2009-06-07T18:46:00.000+05:30

Found this statue of Krishna at a store in Hyderabad. Beautiful work by the artist it is! Wanted it to be on the blog for a long time now.

Shopping cart for God's store

2009-05-30T11:12:00.003+05:30

Hey God!
Do you have something in your store that can be a preservative?....you know the vinegar types.. Wait wait! I am not in a grocery store I know.... This preservative has to work with innocence, in the sense it should be able to preserve innocence without allowing it to become something else... You got the funda right? There are too many pollutants, pressures, realities, circumstances that mess up with this innocence thing.... This preservative should kind of take care of all the muck around....

Do you have it God? If you got it, please give me a large potion of it .... Am I getting too ambitious or what? Too exotic a stuff and large potion of it that too....

Infinite

2009-04-27T18:46:00.001+05:30

Something so dumb, so dumb, that it's profound.

Infinite: Bigger than the biggest thing ever and then some. Much bigger than that, in fact, really amazingly immense, a totally stunning size, real "wow, that's big" time. Infinity is so big that by comparison, bigness itself looks really titchy. Gigantic multiplied by colossal multiplied by staggeringly huge is the sort of concept we're trying to get across here.

Cheers!

A conversation

2009-02-19T16:55:00.004+05:30

Yours truly to the photographer:

"Oye photographer.... transfer kiye kya fotos? Can you send me the one of Indya's niece with me??"

Photographer to yours truly:

"Comrade! Down with sore throat :( Had chilled beer with Suri after you guys left...Attached is that photo."

Yours truly to the photographer:

"Brilliant....Tere haat mein jaadoo hai dost! I want to gulp down chilled beer..am ready to fall sick...given that I have the esteemed company when I gulp the beer in heavy quantities and at heavy speeds :)) Cheers!"

Photographer to yours truly:

"Actually mind wise, there is no difference between the kid and you!"

Yours truly to the photographer:

"I have realised that bliss in that state of existence is un-paralleled and non-diminishing...hence trying to remain in that state....against the flow of nature and time :)) Cheers!"

Photographer to yours truly:

"That statement deservers a place in http://roadandsong.blogspot.com, for the world to absorb."

Hence, the effort.

Cheers to Gandhi

Another day. Another thought.

2009-02-12T13:35:00.002+05:30

Life's not about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.

God is small things

2009-02-03T18:53:00.003+05:30

There is no grand scheme. There is no master plan. All that there is, is a random spread of small, colorful, beautiful, crazy, sad, maddening, earth-shattering moments. Each of these moments, each experience is so complete in itself that the so-called grand plan stands explained completely at that moment.

प्रेम

2009-02-03T14:16:00.004+05:30

पुरे झाले सुर्य चंद्र , पुरे झाल्या तारा ,
पुरे झाले नदीनाले , पुरे झाला वारा
जाळासारखा नजरेमध्ये नजर बांधून पहा ,
सांग तिला तुझ्या मिठीत स्वर्ग आहे सारा
शेवाळलेले शब्द अन यमक छंद करतील काय ?
डांबरी सडकेवरती श्रावण इंद्रधनू बांधील काय ?
उन्हाळ्यातल्या ढगासारखा हवेत बसशील फिरत,
जास्तीत जास्त बारा महिने बाई बसेल झुरत
नंतर तुला लगीनचिठ्ठी आल्याशिवाय राहील काय?
शेवाळलेले शब्द अन यमक छंद करतील काय?
म्हणून म्हणतो जागा हो जाण्यापुर्वी वेळ,
प्रेम नाही अक्षरांच्या भातुकलीचा खेळ
प्रेम म्हणजे वणवा होऊन जाळत जाणं,
प्रेम म्हणजे जंगल होऊन जळत रहाणं
प्रेम कर भिल्लासारखं बाणावरती खोचलेलं,
मातीमध्ये उगवून सुध्दा आभाळात पोचलेलं
शब्दांच्या या धुक्यामध्ये अडकू नकोस,
बुरुजावरती झेंड्या सारखा फडकू नकोस
उधळून दे तुफान सारं काळजामध्ये साचलेलं,
प्रेम कर भिल्लासारखं बाणावरती खोचलेलं!

Krishna!

2008-11-24T16:12:00.003+05:30

Radhe-Krishna in my room

Krishna at home

Krishna in the Pooja Ghar, Hyderabad

Krishna, adorning my desk in office

Krishna on the office notepad

Zen. From osho.

2008-11-23T18:16:00.003+05:30

The least has to be raised to the greatest, the ordinary has to be raised to the extraordinary, the earth has to be made heaven. They have to be bridged, no gap should be left. Zen says both the ordinary and the extraordinary, both the earth and heaven are real, but they are not two. Bridge them - so tea becomes prayer, so the most profane thing becomes the most sacred. It is a symbol.

Buddha

2008-11-14T18:52:00.000+05:30

“Our life is shaped by our mind; we become what we think. Suffering follows an evil thought as the wheels of a cart follow the oxen that draws it."

What's the plan, God?

2008-10-19T20:46:00.000+05:30

I know for sure that God does not play dice to run the universe, well, at least my life,sure, 100% pakka! He does something else, slightly more complex. I guess, something like calculating vector paths of every dust particle in a five day storm and then assign something to each particle, one of which happens to be yours truly. Funny? absolutely not it is!!

Sitting in the balcony, wondering whether to have lunch or not (not was the outcome), cleaning up the room(which also did not happen), ironing clothes for monday( this did not have the luxury of not happening) and also about life etc, I had to look up to sky and ask "what's the plan, God?"

I'm waiting for Him to do His bunch of calculations....

Funda

2008-10-08T16:35:00.003+05:30

This place is becoming more like one-sentence wisdom place ( that too is a high expectation of oneself,still). Here is one more,

Success like happiness cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side effect of one’s personal dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as a by-product of one’s surrender to a person other than oneself.

~ Viktor Frankl

Clever wisdom

2008-10-06T00:11:00.001+05:30

Wisdom tells me i am nothing;
Love tells me i am everything;
I prefer love

Inspiration

2008-10-06T00:01:00.002+05:30

What is life but a series of inspired follies? The difficulty is to find them to do. Never lose a chance: it doesn't come every day.

George Bernard Shaw's play Pygmalion

Current guideline for Life!

Roller-coaster

2008-09-25T21:21:00.000+05:30

Infinite greed of happiness, infinite fear of sorrow,
makes a hell of a combination for a roller-coaster life!

Gloom

2008-09-17T18:41:00.000+05:30

Flying high high high one moment and feeling worn out and torn the very next moment.
Makes you feel like God for one moment and like a hapless beggar next moment.
Life.

ये लम्हा फिलहाल...

2008-04-14T20:06:00.004+05:30

Inside every moment, there is another moment and each moment gives me a choic. To live or to die. If I live, a part of me grows, loves, sings, laughs, recollects a tender delicate memory, if not any of this, at least imagines of these or at at the very least, wants to do it all. Otherwise, at that same very moment, I die, part of me stops caring, loving, believing in simple charms, gets jaded of itself. On this note, the beautiful Gulzaar song...

ये लम्हा फिलहाल जी लेने दे......

Cloudscapes

2008-04-07T21:45:00.004+05:30

Some of the pics I clicked with my mobile camera. The photographer on the move!

Sunday evening blabber.....

2008-03-16T18:54:00.001+05:30

We are all fragments, trying to find something that is missing, something that will complete us and take away the ever burning sensation of incompleteness, that ache which fills all our activities with a bitter urge to fight, to search. And the fragments reach closest to completeness when they forget their incompleteness, the need for.......

I am another fragment, can't even complete a thought! Huh!

Shantaram

2008-03-09T00:49:00.003+05:30

There are books and then there are books which are so brilliantly loaded like Shantaram. This is one crazy piece of action by activist-turned-heroin addict-turned-prison runaway-turned-Bombay underworld black money launderer-turned actor - turned-fighter in Afghanistan. This man is way too crazy, you just can not read more than a few pages at a go. The words and their intensity leaves you tired and thought-provoked, but nowhere you get a feel of drag or un-necessary dramatization. Every moment is captured with so many facets of the simple reality that I just took a bow to this guy's prowess, every moment, ranging from meeting the tourist guide to being beaten almost up to death in jail has been captured with same intensity.
The characters in the book are another source of awe. Each of them is a brilliant source of one-liners, which make you put the book down for some time and absorb the depth they say so casually. I am listing some of my favorites here.
Happiness is a myth. it was invented to make us buy things .
Fate gives all of us three teachers, three friends, three enemies, and three great loves in our lives. But these twelve are always disguised, and we can never know which one is which until we've loved them, left them, or fought them.
The past reflects eternally between two mirrors - the bright mirror of words and deeds, and the dark one, full of things we didn't do or say.
The difference between news and gossip-News tells you what people did, gossip tells you how much they enjoyed it.
Every day, when you are on the run, is the whole of your life. Every free minute is a short story with a happy ending.
If fate doesn't make you laugh, then you don't get the joke.
Nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn’t meant to be.
If you make your heart into a weapon, you always end up using it on yourself.
Sometimes, you have to surrender before you win.
The fully mature man has about two seconds left to live.
Optimism is the first cousin of love- it is exactly like love, it is pushy, has no real sense of humor, and it turns up when you least expect it.
Real trick in life is to want nothing, and to succeed in getting it.
People always hurt us with their trust. The surest way to hurt someone you like is to put all your trust in him.
The truth is that there are no good men, or bad men, it is the deeds that have goodness or badness in them. There are good deeds and there are bad deeds. Men are just men —it is what they do, or refuse to do, that links them to good or evil. The truth is that an instant of real love, in the heart of anyone —the noblest of man alive or the most wicked— has the whole purpose and process and meaning of life within the lotus-folds of its passion. The truth is that we are all, every one of us, every atom, every galaxy, and every particle of matter in the universe, moving toward God.

My personal favorite is what Karla says to Lin before he goes to Prabhakar’s village

I think wisdom is very over-rated. Wisdom is just cleverness, with all the guts kicked out of it. I’d rather be clever than wise, any day. Most of the wise people I know give me a head-ache, but I never met a clever man or woman I didn’t like. If I was giving wise advice – which I’m not – I’d say don’t get drunk, don’t spend all your money, and don’t fall in love with a pretty village girl. That would be wise. That’s the difference between clever and wise.

Happy Reading!

Risk

2008-03-08T19:32:00.002+05:30

Read this one somewhere. Loved it. It's almost helping me sail through!
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To laugh is to risk appearing the fool. To weep is to risk being called sentimental. To reach out to another is to risk involvement. To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self. To place your ideas, your dreams before the crowd is to risk being called naive. To love is to risk not being loved in return. To live is to risk dying. To hope is to risk despair, and to try is to risk failure. But risks must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing does nothing, has nothing, and becomes nothing. He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn and feel and change and grow and love and live. Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave, he's forfeited his freedom. Only the person who risks is truly free.

Golkonda

2008-01-17T09:16:00.000+05:30

Some more experiments from good old Golkonda fort. This time, thanks to Gandhi's superb Nikon D40 and off course gyaan!

Oh Free Bird!

2007-11-17T18:34:00.000+05:30

Flying bird evokes the best imagery of freedom for me. These two snaps are chosen after screening out 10 such snaps taken.

Sparkling waters

2007-11-17T18:24:00.000+05:30

Godavari river in monsoon is a treat to eyes and the lens.

Location: Nath Sagar Dam, Paithan, Aurangabad

A choice of perspective

2007-11-06T23:16:00.000+05:30

What do you believe in? I mean believe, rather than analyse, interpret, debate, agree, debate. The question is about believing, closing your eyes and believing, or at least wanting to believe( thanks to the cynical times we are in...) something. The question thus is " Do you believe in something beautiful or in something commercial?". Loaded question. Let me simplify it. Do you believe that the essential nature of things (anything) is pure, simple, innocent, beautiful or you believe that it is something else? Do you believe that the universe, that people near you and those away from you and even an insect in some remote corner of the world are made with a great, grand plan which will take your breath away if you could understand it or do you believe that things and people exist just because of the cold, dumb fact that they exist. I don't know if I am able to get the heart of the question, the essential belief question across to you, but it happens to me, that when I am believe in something great, something way beyond my capability to comprehend ( call this "incomprehensible" as God or Love or whatever in that "post" for you!), things are simpler, my forehead is less wrinkled with questions and I am basically OK with myself.

I think this line of thought very closely follows the Einstein's quote " There are two ways to lead life. One as if nothing is a miracle, and other one as if everything is."

Khajuraho in perspective

2007-11-06T23:14:00.000+05:30

I blame it to the over-sterotyping, thanks to the mediocre media and half-baked intelligensia we have around us, we, at least I have often seen Khajuraho as nothing more than a place of "Kama-sutra temples"...

But the visit is much more than an eye-opener. A few of my observations...
First and foremost ( for all the 'inquisitive' souls) - the erotic sculptures are less than may be 5% of the total carvings on all these temples.

Second - The temples are actual temples of various deities, Parvati, Shankar, Vishnu etc. There are Jain temples, of Lord Parsvanath and so on...These are actual temples where there is actual pooja-paath regularly ( I saw this only in the Jain temple complex, can not claim knowledge of the West complex and other temples)

Third - There is such so much rhythm, symmetry, beauty in the construction, right from micro level of each apsara carving to the grand plan of layout, facade, entrance, sanctum that it actually makes you forget about the usual "Khajuraho" association and wonder in awe for the master sculptor. And mind you, this is after attacks from savage, artless invaders who have defaced many of the sculptures and few hundred years of neglect and attack of the elements....

Last and the best one( and one which requires some depth of thinking )- This is about the origin of the temples "...It is said that she implored him to build temples that would reveal human passions, and in doing so, bring about a realisation of the emptiness of human desire."

So..next time you see a "Khajuraho Beer" talking about "A Strong Tradition"( There is actually a brand of beer by that name, and with exactly same words for it's tagline) , you are hopefully better aware of a really classy tradition, way beyond words and depictions....

Excellence --> Pefection --> God

2007-10-29T17:35:00.000+05:30

One aspect that amazes me more than many others is the pursuit of excellence & perfection, just that one-tracked, repeatitive, unrelenting pursuit. The one, that tries to capture THE essence, through either a play of words in a poem, or through blend of light and shadows and colours in a photograph,or for discovering something through endless hours of scientific reseach.....everything....

What drives it? What are people thinking, assuming, searching, dreaming when they are in this quest? I sometimes think that people are very uncomfortable with their incompleteness and imperfection. I don't know the universal answer, but for myself I think it's that pinching feeling of incompleteness that drives me. Well, believing that this is all about the big idea would be a complete injustice to that elaborate thought. It's also the great "other worldly" ness of the pursuit, that makes me chase it.

Coming to think of it, there may not be a better place to see this "pursuit of perfection" than ancient temples of India. ( I thank my opportunity to visit Khajuraho for making me think this!). The plans are laid out, the patterns and rhythms are repeated and carved with such a precision, that it has be just the quest for perfection, quest of the GOD as some would call it and nothing, absolutely nothing less that! They would not settle for anything less than the perfect, the GOD!

The moment I start thinking of this example, thousands of such examples start flooding my mind. And mind you, the perfection I am talking about is not one of those "Super Tasty Burger Every Time" types. The one I am talking about is one which has heart and mind in it. ( I will need to be pardoned for my seemingly anti-western tone. Request you to read it as "Ignorance" or "so-much-passion-for-India!", depending on what you like!)

One of such quest I saw in the temples of Khajuraho. There is so much of precision and creativity in each aspect, right from the architecture to symmetry to the carving of ghungroos on the legs of dancers that it makes you question " Is it this India, that gave the world such a marvel a few hundred years before America was discovered? Are we in the same India?"
One such center of perfection, where I see this quest is the Lata and Asha sisters. Through their voices, thet have gifted the world, songs capturing range of emotions to the limit to which words and voice can do it. From a mother calling out to her son "Aa ja sanjh hui" to a devotee singing "Allah tero naam" to a young lady singer to her heartthrob "O mere sona re" to a deeply emotional lady singing out " Mera kuchh saaman", these sisters have left no human emotion untouched. But they continue to surprise the world with their angelic voices, getting better than benchmarks only they set!

Coming back to self... my quest to this Perfection continues.... in the guidance of these and many other lighthouses, between doubts of the cynics and turbulences of my own inabilities! Wish me luck in my tagline( copyright Toyota) "Touch the Perfection"..

सावळाच रंग तुझा

2007-08-03T22:55:00.000+05:30

This is an attempt at translating lyrics by none other than Ga.Di. Madagulkar. This song was sung by Manik Verma. This song is set in raag Madhuvanti and has been one of my all-time favorites.

सावळाच रंग तुझा पावसाळी नभापरी
आणि नजरेत तुझ्या वीज खेळते नाचरी
This dusky colour of yours is like the monsoon clouds
And in your eyes, I see dancing lightning

सावळाच रंग तुझा चंदनाच्या बनापरी
आणि नजरेत तुझ्या नाग खेळती विषारी
This dusky colour of yours is like grove of sandalwood
And in your eyes, I see venomous snakes playing

सावळाच रंग तुझा गोकुळीच्या कृष्णापरी
आणि नजरेत तुझ्या नित्य नादते पावरी
This dusky colour of yours is like Krishna of gokul
And in your eyes, I hear his flute

सावळाच रंग तुझा माझ्या मनी झाकळतो
आणि नजरेचा चंद्र पाहू केव्हा उगवतो
This dusky colour of yours clouds my mind
And of your eyes, I am waiting for the moon to rise

सावळाच रंग तुझा करी जीवा बेचैन
आणि नजरेत तुझ्या झालो गडी बंदीवान
This dusky colour of yours makes me go restless
And in your eyes, I have become a prisoner.....

A lost photographer

2007-08-01T22:51:00.000+05:30

Copyrights with SN. The subject of the photograph is yours truly.

Location: Aksa Beach, Mumbai

Pandey-jee!!

2007-07-24T08:36:00.000+05:30

Real neat jokes happen with ZERO planning!

Here is the scene.

Kedar Deshpande at his desk, lost into an excel sheet. Desk phone rings.

Kedar: "Hello?" (Lost)

Voice: "Pandey-jee?" ( Apna pan waala tone)

Kedar: "Kaun?" ( realising that he's been taken for a Bihari Pandey by a brother from bank of ganga-maiyya)

Voice: "Mishra bol raha hoon gate se, aap ka gaadi aa gaya hai..." ( happy voice, that he's found someone like him, in the urban jungles of hyderabad)

Kedar: " Tanik rukaaiyega babu ko, hum aa rahe hai 10 minat mein..." ( thanks to stay in Jharkhand, I can pass off as Bihari, at least in accent.ok, at least intent.)

Voice: "Theek hai sir!" (Content)

Some advantages of being sent to Bihar! :-)

मोजून मापून आयुष्य

2007-07-16T23:22:00.000+05:30

खरंच का हो असं काही असतं?
पण का बरं दिसत तसं नसतं ?
स्वता:ला कोडी घालण्यात आणि सोडवण्यात सगळे व्यस्त,
विसरा सगळे , बनवा एक large, होऊ आपण मस्त!

Restless

2007-07-01T16:45:00.000+05:30

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.

~ Jim Morrison.

Is it that mind asks for the fuel of exciting thoughts, sensations, activities to keep running? like a wild mustang on free plains? I must say, I enjoy the sensation, my guess is that everyone does. Since all of us always seeking something or the other to fire the senses and keep the mind occupied, be it new sights, smells, sensations...whatever....movie, song, food, location.... the list just does not end.

Lack of it brings boredom,and yes, people discover amazing ways to cure this boredom। Noted marathi author Va. Pu. Kale says॥

"भटकलेली मने जशी मंदिरात सापडतात, तशीच बियर बार मध्ये देखील...."

which roughly translates to " you will find misguided/directionless people in temples and drinking joints as well"

I would say it is not misguided but more like having exhausted/gone wary of current set of new sensations and waiting for the 'next' wave, that leads to people seeking refuge, the refuge being a usual but more unpredictable sensation.( the world is different everytime you end your prayer/gulp down your whiskey, each time it is closer to the way you want it to be).

As a part of constantly seeking new sensations, an urge to be somewhere else, doing something else that what currently one at, is at the back of the mind all the time.

I think this kind of justifies the description of my blog " Restless. Restless."

Capsule

2007-07-01T16:28:00.000+05:30

I saw shimmering lights, saw jungles pitch dark nights, saw attractive juicy baits on traps, was chased by man-eaters, bled, survived, fell in love with moon's reflection in the pond,chased and brought down mammoths,fell for the colourful dots on insect's wings,made friends to kill for and enemies to kill....

Here I stand, a bundle of hopes, dreams and fears, trusting the old jungle rules, trusting my intuition amidst the maddening noise.

Only to move on and on and on.....

Expectations kill

2007-07-01T15:25:00.000+05:30

Whether it is Buddha, who said " Desire is the root cause of all the suffering" or Calvin who says "I find my life is a lot easier the lower I keep everyone's expectations."

All point towards the single thought.

Expectations kill.

Question mark

2007-07-01T13:40:00.000+05:30

Is it that the world is too much a plastic place for the "ideal" expectations of it I carry in my mind?

OR

Are my "ideals"/expectations/imagery too very lofty for the surroundings I am in?

Wish I had an answer.

Sochane ki beemari

2007-07-01T13:32:00.000+05:30

I don't know whether to blame my education(the great MBA :-) ) or my parents (for my genetic make-up) or my surrounding which throws signals to me at such a speed that make think just incessantly.....

The best surrender is what Calvin says to the television set.

"Oh, altar of passive entertainment... Bestow upon me thy discordant images at such speed as to render linear thought impossible!"

Sense

2007-07-01T13:22:00.000+05:30

Too much effort to make a sense of each and everything.

Non-sense!!

Applies a lot to many posts coming up.

Chennai, Gandhi and Chocolate mousse over signature.

2007-06-23T13:16:00.000+05:30

Cheers to THE evening.

Just look at these pics, do not try to connect them in any logic ( blah blah ), even the photographer (yours truly) did not know anything when he took them.

Here you go.

Time: Something past 11 pm, basically beyond caring.

Location : Satyam theatre to Alwarpet, raah bhataka hua musaafir moving homewards...

Cheers!

Sunset through a simple mobile-cam

2007-06-23T12:56:00.000+05:30

Location : Chinnawaltair beach, Visakhapatnam

Camera: Nokia 6610i handset.

Dedicated to Ricky

2007-06-23T12:22:00.000+05:30

Ricky, the only canine I ever got comfortable with. May his soul rest in peace.

ही वाट दूर जाते....

2007-04-26T12:55:00.000+05:30

ही वाट दूर जाते....

Timescale

2007-04-26T12:43:00.000+05:30

Title : A few billion, a few hundred and a few years.

Objects to which the descriptives apply : The moon, the fort, the plane

Location: Golconda Fort

Artist: Yours truly.

Green

2006-12-24T12:40:00.003+05:30

After seeing the green color like this....I dont think my words can capture the feeling....:)

I dare you!

2006-12-24T12:40:00.002+05:30

I ask you for the truth, and ask you to speak it looking in my eyes, not flinching, not in the mind, not in the eyes too. I warn you, it's difficult, very difficult and dare not do it if you don't believe in yourself and what you say.....

You may also have to hear the truth, the truth I will feel needs to out of my system, into the free world. No,no! You don't have to worry, I haven't said I am gonna say it, I wont trouble you with the truth.Just relax and keep yourself occupied your easy thoughts.

वेदना आणि संवेदना

2006-12-24T12:40:00.001+05:30

वेदना आणि संवेदना ह्या शब्दांमध्ये एवढं साम्य कसं? एका 'सं' चं अंतर नाहीये ह्या दोघांत....संवेदनेतुन वेदना येते आणि वेदनेमुळे संवेदना जास्तच जागृत होते. अवघड खेळ आहे सारा!
एकामागुन एक उदाहरणे सापडतील ह्या विचारधारेचे...

"या मुझे एहसास कि इस कैद से कर दे रिहा, वरना दिवाना बना दे, ज़िंदगी ए ज़िंदगी!"
पासुन
" गोली मार भेजे में, भेजा शोर करता है"

सगळे ह्यानेच ग्रासलेले!

MBA ची शोकांतिका

2006-12-24T12:40:00.000+05:30

शेवटचे डोळे मिटतेक्षणी मला
shareholder value creation स्मरले
यमराज किंचित हसुन म्हणला
आयुष्य तर गेलंच, मरण देखिल व्यर्थ झाले.

तुझे आहे तुजपाशी

2006-11-29T00:23:00.002+05:30

आज हे नाटक खूप दिवसांनंतर पाहिलं. बहुदा दहावी वेळ होती पहाण्याची.

प्रत्येक वेळी ह्या नाटकाचे नवीन रंग दिसतात मला. ह्या वेळी पाहताना, मला नाटकाची मुख्य कल्पना पुन्हा clear झाल्यासारखे वाटले.Quarter life crisis किंवा identity crisis ह्यांच्याशी लढत आत्मशोध ही "थीम" आहे.

स्वत:ला फसवणे ह्या सारखा अपराध दुसरा नाही.आचार्य हे पात्र फ़क्त ते दर्शवण्याचे काम करते.आपले आयुष्य आपल्या पद्धतीने जगले तरच ते तुमचे खरे आयुष्य. नाही तर तात्पुरत्या समाधानासाठी , समाजाने/सोशल सर्कल च्या नजरेत ठिक राहाण्या साठी ढोंग करून आयुष्य दयनीय करून घेतात अनेक जण. चूक १००% त्यांची असते असे ही नाही,पण हाच तर खरा स्ट्रगल आहे.

आपल्या पिढीचा हाच तर प्रश्न आहे " मी कोण?", " मी माझं वेगळेपण दाखवून देऊ की नको जगाला?" , " किती अवघड असेल मान १००% ताठ करून जगणे?"

माझ्या मनातील जवळ्पास सगळे प्रश्न मी आपल्या "जनरेशन" वर ढकलले आहेत. :)

काही शेर

2006-11-29T00:23:00.001+05:30

लुत्फ-ए-मय तुझसे क्या कहूं ज़ाहिद।
हाय कंबख्त तुने पी ही नही।

महरबां हो के बुला लो, मुझको चाहे जिस वक्त।
मैं वो गया वक्त नहीं हूं, जो फ़िर आ न सकूं।

आणि हे वाक्य आहे पु.ल.देशपांडे ह्यांच्या " तुझे आहे तुजपाशी" मधून.
जगात वेदना जितकी सुंदर बोलते, तेवढं सुख नाही बोलत. सुख माणसाला मुकं करतं, वेदनेच्या पोटी सुंदर बोलणं येतं,नाही ?

ज्याचे त्याचे कॊपीराईट.

गर्जा महाराष्ट्र माझा!

2006-11-29T00:23:00.000+05:30

हे नवीन वेड आहे. पहिला मराठी पोस्ट.

लाईन लावतो आता ह्या नंतर.

Happy diwali with camera

2006-10-22T13:20:00.000+05:30

Little bit of imagination and little playing with camera makes a photogenic diwali.

Happy Diwali.

Kaalay tasmai namah

2006-10-22T11:12:00.000+05:30

Realising that oneself has changed a lot is one of the more difficult feelings. The discovery happens best when one is at home. I just realise that all the priorities, aspirations, expectations from a so-called good life are so different from what they were say 2 years back, leave away a longer time frame.Things that overjoyed me some time back evoke a smile with great difficulty now. Things I dreaded a few years back I now accept as an OK part of life.

Where to Mr. Deshpande??

Ignorance

2006-10-19T13:45:00.000+05:30

Ignorance and suspence arising out of it add to the simple joy discovered in beauty. That moment of discovery is what people sing about, write about, try to capture in subtle strokes of brush. Just few lines come to my mind while thinking of this....

" us ek pal ka tuze intezaar hai ki nahi... "

Worth waiting for.. I guess!

Wanderlust and thirsty

2006-10-19T13:30:00.000+05:30

I think all these words point to just one thing, the need for sensations,new sensory experiences, need to feel new and thus relevant. Old is boring, old is being dead.

Best part about being so thirsty to "drink deep" at every new experience is that you LIVE through the moment fully,you can actully live that moment in your mind once again.

I just want to have a rich collection of such moments LIVED through, that I can pick up and feel it, FEEL it.

Say NO to existence

2006-10-13T00:45:00.000+05:30

Life is too big a thing to try to capture it in words. I try to do precisely
that. I love my stupidity or megalomania about oneself this way. After
a couple of not-so-long discussions with gandhi and indya and other
friends... i have realised one thing, life exists only for the moment u
LIVE, as in LIVE!, or may be LIVE!!!, not the survival business. Life is not
a survival business.Thats existence.

If I dont celebrate my existence, it would not be worthy of being called
life. I want to celebrate. Celebrate the fact that I am a bunch of senses
drinking beauty at every moment. If my senses are slow, my mind
makes up for it. Celebrate the ecstacy of crying after
reading/seeing/hearing something deeply moving.Celebrate the fact
that you can talk to friends and just empty your mind of everything
negative and fill it up with all positive and 'celebration' mode material.
Celebrate the stupid feeling of being in love with somebody.

I am celbrating.

Tender

2006-04-19T18:01:00.000+05:30

all rural

2006-04-18T12:15:00.000+05:30

A visit to heartland puts a lot of things in perspective... like the 2 schools i happend to see in my visit to rural UP a few days back....pics for more understanding...

Andy nahi sudharega....

2006-03-28T15:48:00.000+05:30

pata nahi what he is trying to prove....

Footers and art of photography...

2006-03-28T15:41:00.000+05:30

Combined gives this kind of photograph...

Ali the Natraj....

2006-03-23T20:09:00.000+05:30

some small change in this guys pose and he will look like the Lord Nataraj... jokes apart.. our man rocked on L^2's :))

Victim of camera

2006-03-21T17:30:00.000+05:30

Experimenting with camera gives its own share of kick in life.. This is one such peace of art... if i may dare to call it... best part of calling something art is that people use their energy to analyse it and interpret it and have fun and u get the credit..

But this foto is not that bad.. is it? Let me know in any case. :-)

Vishy Uncle

2006-03-16T10:05:00.000+05:30

senior citizen uncle trying to claim a life a la "TATA Dicor", if not the vehicle, at least the engine oil :D

well.. i have played with the image to add the holi look ;-)

Intro, and attitude ;-)

2006-03-15T19:05:00.000+05:30

Well. This is me. Things will start happening(gals goings heals over heads on this photograph and so on ...) now..

Cheers to life.