The Involuntary Factor

Last day, when I had nothing to do at all, I lied flat on the floor, closed my eyes and rewinded my life. It was only then that I realized, the very much shocking and uncensored factor of my life. In fact, our all lives. The path through which different people came to my life, became bonded to me, and quite unnoticeably vanished into thin air. I tried hard to perceive where I lost the impasse I had with those people, but with no positive results. This is, I understand, what laymen often mention as the cruel joke of life.

I was just a kid of 6 or 7 when I first met him. His name, which I took almost half an hour to recollect, was Jeff. He was four years older than me, and was my new neighbor. Within five minutes itself, he had put a circle of influence around me. In the next four to five year he had become my best friend. In spite of the age difference, he saw me as an equal. He taught me many things. That you have to roll on the ground once you take a catch in cricket. That cheating is a part of the game. That it is easier to play a music instrument when you haven’t learnt it, as you no longer have to stick to the rules. That it is easier to draw mickie than to draw Donald. And that to play adventure games, the only device u need is good imagination etc.

Long after the chapter of jeff, I had a close attachment towards 2 brothers, Vineeth and Vijesh. Vineeth was 2 yrs senior to me at school and also lived a few blocs away from my house. We went and came back from school together in the same bus with a set of other friends. We’d all gather at the rear seat and start our daily routine of playing hand cricket. We play it so frantically and enthusiastically that the attention of the whole crowd in the bus would finally turn towards us. We’d become the limelight. And by the end of our first year at bus, even conductors started playing with us. At evenings, the heat of the game may not exhaust even when we reach our stop. We’d keep playing till we reach home, rarely noticing the by passers staring strangely at this madness. During holidays, the two bros will come in cycle sharp at 10 and ring bell twice as they reach my house and pass on to the playground. I’d be waiting in my room to jump out as I get the signal.

When I studied in third and fourth grades, I had a Malayalam sir who saw an ideal student in me. He implicitly stored inside me a love and life to my mothertongue. He wanted to build up a generation who can speak the language purely and found out that I am a good way of starting it. We both shared the same dream and it took me closer to him than my classmates.

Now, you might be wondering why I wrote about all these people. The reason is that, all of them were, once in my life, closest in my heart, but whom, time gradually took away from me. I no longer have any contact with them. And in a few more years I may even forget their names. Life plays a hide and seeks game. What we have today is not perennial, no matter how much close we keep it. The hurting separation is bound to happen. It is involuntary. I try to keep those people I love close to me as I learnt my lessons from the past and I don’t want to repeat it. I do not know how much successful I’ll emerge in this battle against time. I hope I win.

The Change Of State

Life takes up unpredictable paths. Where it leads us is a matter of luck. The unprecidentability of life is indeed the real essence of it. Henceforth take it as a challenge and try to keep up in your strides. This is what I learnt when my life suddenly took a hairpin. My higher studies. The milestone which decides the distance ahead. The twist of fate where I decide with my heart rather than my brain.

The schooling’s been near to perfect, in terms of attitude rather than marks. I enjoyed every second over there despite consistent urge from parents and teachers for better score. I discovered my talents and skills from here. It was the birthplace of what I am now.

Suddenly things churned up. I chose a higher study option which was not available in my hometown. And the change of state inside and outside me took place. Unknown places, unknown people. Unknown language, unknown culture. The pressure was too much on me. This was a place that did not belong to me. Yet I felt trapped in a web of time. No longer I had my father to go for the evening walk. No longer I had my mother to cook my favorites or wash my clothes. And no longer my friends to have a light moment during lunch. I was stripped off my kid attitude. I was asked to grow up, mature. The world around me suddenly grew black. And I stood in the darkness tired to make another move. I kept repeating to myself-‘I had a choice but I chose wrongly. I could have easily joined somewhere near and continue my popularity streak at school. I messed it all up!’

But then, when these words echoed back, I sensed a taste of cowardice in it. I decided to reinterpret my thoughts. The change of state of a substance can happen in both directions and I am the one who decides. There is never a wrong choice in life if you can face challenges. The person who accomplishes the most is termed the best. And I must be proud of myself for choosing the tougher way. I am alone. So What?? There is no father to scold me if I sleep without making my bed, and no mother who’d pester me in the name of studies. And no friends to tease me in the name of unknown crushes. These thoughts made me stronger. I was convinced living alone is not the worst thing of life. I understood becoming matured doesn’t mean you loose your freedom to enjoy life. When life speeds up, never back down, and rather gear up. And most importantly, success is not something that accompany you in your motherland. Always try to be the winner, success is just a matter of time!!!

The Trend of Engg/ Med

The neighbor asks the child “What do you want to become when you grow up?”
“He says he wants to be an engineer.” Replies the parent looking at the innocent ward.
Now, how stupid is this. The small child doesn’t know what engg. is or what it is all about. Then how can the child’s choice be engg. Therefore, what we understand is, right from the toddlerhood, the parents start dreaming of what their child should be in future. They advice kids “If you study well, you can become a good engg.” Wtf! Maybe they say so because they are decently earning engineers, but then, the CHILD MAY NOT BE THE XEROX OF THE PARENT. He may have different interests and passion.

The same is the case with medicine. At the time of decision making, half of the students opt for engg and the rest for medicine. It is due to this trend that the number of coaching centers is now on a rise. Parents are ready to spend lacks or even crores to make their child an engineer or doctor, but how will they make him successful? ONLY PASSION CAN MAKE A PERSON SUCCESFULL in a field. Now, if I collect all engg aspirants and ask them if they chose the field because they really wanted it, if they really have the passion for it, I know more than half will say no.

Today what we see is, those who can sing well or speak well or play well or think well, all are engineers and doctors! But such people do not reach the top because their interest lies somewhere else. The result is, they loose both. IT IS BETTER TO BE A GOOD SALESMAN THAN TO BE A BAD DOCTOR.

The upsurge of med/engg maybe because these are one of the top earning jobs, but then, there is something more than money, i.e., the joy of doing the job. The career we once choose cannot be changed later on. We have to go with it for our entire life. So, the first thing we have to see is if we can enjoy the job rather than pay scale. Of course money is needed, but joy of life is something which can’t be bought with money. And another aspect is, if we do things we have interest in, we become successful, and SUCCESSFUL PEOPLE IN ANY FIELD ARE ALWAYS ON DEMAND.

Therefore, before taking the drastic step, analyze yourself, find your strengths and weaknesses, council your parents. No parents stay against their child’s dreams. Convince them for it’s your life. LEARN TO TAKE DECISIONS.

I Luv My Sister

Right from the days I can remember, there is one person who has captured all my adorations and that is my sister. Well, it is difficult to describe her because she is beyond words, beyond boundaries and beyond all limits. The only flaw in her is that she is flawless. Another masterpiece from the master creator.

Her freshness and charm all round the clock has always made me curious. She is active 24*7 and display a ravishing attitude. Well sometimes she is lazy all right, but then, laziness and activeness are not always the counterparts. The most intriguing thing about her is that, she is one person with whom I can never win over in a debate. Her scintillating ability of communication skill and fluency has always left me mesmerized. She is an epitome of confidence and charm. And she is one of those very few people in this world, where you can see seeds of both Gandhi and Hitler.

Being very tough to handle, she stands out of the naive others. And she has always proved me that her love for me is always one step ahead of my love for her. She is my first friend and first teacher. There is nothing more to ask her. She has always been miss perfect for me.

GOD- The Ultimate Definition

One of the much debated topics and favorite mysteries ever to rule the history of mankind is the truth related to the existence of the superpower, the almighty, the god. Religions have divided people into groups with a superpower of its own, a system of its own and rules of its own. Images of gods differ to different groups in looks, story and names like Krishna, Jesus or Allah. But do they really exist? The answer is ‘no’.

The skullduggery behind their creation is inevitably simple. To teach mankind difference between good and evil. But religions have taken the topic to a far more controversial level.

Then what is god? Here is the answer. You are god. I am god. Each one of us is god. Our soul as such is god. Let me prove my point. Our epic say, I wee do good, god bless us and I we do wrong, god punishes us. Now here is the miracle. You have god inside you. If you do good to others, you eel happy inside. This is the blessing which our epics refer. If you do something evil, you feel pain and guilty inside. This is the punishment of god.

See, whatever our epics teaches us are true though not literally as such. The characters and events in our epics are just allegories, not truth as such. The precognition of hell and heaven refers to the different stages of our lives, not a place where we go after death. Believe me, this is not what I say. This is what god says. Sabarimala in south India is believed to be one of the most divine pilgrimages in India. The word ‘Tatwamasi’ is written in front of sabarimala in big letters. And the real meaning of the word is often misread. ‘Tatweamasi’ means ‘You are the abode of god’. If god I inside you, what I the need to take vrutha, keep a load on head, and walk mile barefoot to see god on top of a hill?! People do it make god happy and get his blessings. Whereas according to what the temple says you can make god happy by doing good deeds, by making others happy.

Make my point clear- Do not waste money or time on temple, church, pooja, or other rituals. It just wont make god happy.
Moving onto bible, Psalms 82:6 cries out ‘Ye are gods’. So clearly, so open, still we miss it. The day we understand god I inside us, and act accordingly, we become divine. Historians term it as ‘Apotheosis’.

All these are acts. I you till miss to see what I say, I’m helpless. Albert Einstein has said “The religion of future will be a cosmic religion. It will transcend personal god and avoid dogma and theology.”
Let u hope the day comes soon.

Right to commit suicide

The Indian Constitution guarantees basic rights to its citizens, but does not allow one to take his own life. Not only is the right is the right given, but also attempting suicide is considered as a punishable offence. Now, is this right or wrong?

Don’t the people have right on their own lives? Haven’t they got the ownership of their own life? What are they supposed to do when they are out of options? People commit suicide not because they do not want to live, its because of intense pressure and tension. Then how can the constitution be cruel to them?

These are arguments which rise against the motion. But let me tell you, these questions are merely imbecile motions. The skullduggery behind the advent of such questions is lack of understanding the meaning of life. Here is the reply to the first two questions:
Yes, people do have right and ownership of their own lives, but the right is just to safeguard it, not decimate it. Taking a life intentionally is a crime, whether it be of others or our own. Our life, our family and our friends are the most invaluable treasures in our possession. The purpose of our life is to make all of them happy. By committing suicide, you are doing just the opposite.

Reply to last two questions:
People are never out of options. The number of options in front of us depends on our attitude and how we see things. For example, when you feel intense pressure, just look around and see the vast spaces. The same is with our lives. At times, all gates around us close down. Never consider it as a set back. Observe and find the niche which can take you out of all the troubles. Believe me, there is always a niche. All you need to do is trust yourself. Make your mind believe that there is no problem you can’t solve and all will be well.

All praises to Indian Constitution.

REALITY OR DRAMA

The panoramic field of entertainment is clutched with latest trend, The Reality Shows. Reality Shows based on different themes like singing, dance, comedy, adventure etc. are being telecast 24*7 in one channel or the other. Thousands of contestants from all over the sub continent compete in it for both fame and money. The programmes showcase the talents of different people in different fields and are hence a boon for the budding youngsters.

But in the recent past, I’ve often wondered how much reality is being shown in the reality shows. In order to make the dish more delicious, I’ve often felt the presence of additional chemicals and preservatives in it. The different channels which are in a race for maximum number of viewers finds adulteration the best way to implement this. They bedeck the shows with plentiful DRAMA to make it more entertaining and in the same time weakening the spirit of competition.

This should not be done. The channels should take the shows in the right spirit rather than JUST BUSINESS. The survival of a channel through adulteration is not perennial. The day audience start recognizing this market trick, they may even decide to go back to radio as a whole.

The channels must understand media is not just about ENTERTAINMENT. It is also for ENLIGHTENMENT.

Children - Mark Making Machines???

The genesis of education system is undoubtedly the gurukulas where students stayed with their teachers, helping them in their household works, and in the same time practicing their vidyas. The gurukulas portrayed the real meaning and enthusiasm of education. Each student was biased on the basis of his skill in different fields. The inborn talents of each student was encouraged and digged out of him by the gurus. There was no weak student then, as each student excelled in one field or the other. THIS IS EDUCATION. Harnessing the strengths and weaknesses of each student and making him supreme in what he is good at.

But education has evolved in the past few centuries and has finally reached the present system. But the sad part is, along with education, its meaning also evolved in the meantime. It has changed from LEARNING and UNDERSTANDING to MARKS and COMPETETION. Competetion among parents, comepetion among teachers, competition among institutions, and children are mercilessly pressurized in the maelstrom.

The most somber part is that students are biased from just one criteria ie marks. Children are treated by parents and teachers as mark making machines, where, if you oil them more frequently, they produce better results. Hence for better marks, children are given extra teaching like tuitions, coaching camps etc. Children are made so busy that they just don’t find time to brush up their talents.

Another problem with the system is the heavy syllabus. The syllabus is so large that it cannot be fed to a student properly in one year. Teachers race through topics, and students mug it up not understanding the concepts clearly. Education means learning but nothing of that sort id taking place in the present pattern. The students who score top marks, as I’ve observed spend most of their time in front of books (there are minor exceptions though). This may damage their brain, health and socializing skills. In short, the system is shaping up a generation of MENTALLY RETARDED ACADEMIC GENIOUSES.

We often read students committing suicides, kids running away from home, teenagers being too much aggressive etc. in the newspaper. We have also witnessed the rise of use of abusive language among even small children. I’d say the system has played a major role in this. Too much pressure often take children away from parents and in turn take them to wrong routes.
Once I happened to hear an education officer speaking to students in a symposium that the pressure on students is not because of parents or teachers but because of the system and that they have to get used to it. If the fucking officer knew the system is creating loads of pressure to students, then why the hell is he asking to get used to it? Why not change it?

Parents do not find time to have a friendly chat with their ward as they are busy preparing study time tables and giving career advice. Education does not mean making formulas by heart alone, but it is the understanding of living in this tough world. Unfortunately schools don’t teach that sort of things, so you need to do it yourself.
All The Best.

Blogging- An art

The twenty first century has seen the eternal rise of electronics, machines, devices and in turn a new revolution in the field of knowledge, communication and socializing. The entire world seems to be compressed within a jewel box called the ‘Google’. The much criticized man’s sloth as a result of this development is simply a misconception. It is true that man find it easy nowadays to find or do whatever he wants with the help of the devices, but what we must understand is this age has created a wide niche for everyone to showcase his views and ideas. In fact, the whole world has become Shakespeare’s drama stage where each one of us perform our parts.

Blogging has emerged winner in the cyber race of social networking and communication now. Millions of people across the globe express their interests and ideas on various topics like politics, sports, entertainment, business or even personal. The page is viewed by millions of other fellow readers who analyze these ideas with their own and decision making ability of people as a whole, is refined. In fact, blogging can be termed as a catalyst in right to expression.

Blogging is an art. Here the skill of expression is being tested. It is true that a person’s attitude is being highlighted in his writings. It helps us understand the world and people better which is an inevitable domain in our life. The Art of Blogging has always been criticized since it’s birth on the grounds that it may hurt some people’s feelings but we must understand that problems are created only when secrets are created. When there is complete transparency between each human being, naturally the distance disappears, problems vanishes. Blogging practice transparency, hence its existence is much needed.
I am new in the world of blogging, so I find it useless to go on praising on something I do not have much idea on. This is my very first blog of my life and I’m here to go on…

Tharoor vs Indian Politics

Indian Politics have been on a roller coaster ride since independence in 1947. We have seen the rise and fall of various powerhouses in the meantime. We have also witnessed the most ingenious and diabolic foulplays of different politicians and political parties to reach their unfathomable desires. Ask a layman his opinion on today’s politics. There is no doubt that he’ll complain that its deteriorating.

The reason is right in front of you. Greed -for money and power. Most of the politicians are more interested in filling their pockets than doin something good for their land. Politics has turned to ‘Politricks’ now, where each party makes allegations against each other in public and engage in secret businesses in the underground.

It is in fact a shame to say that most of our politicians do not even have a graduation to hold against their name. All they have is records of successful hartals, violence and criminal cases. Now, here I’d like to make my point clear. Politics is not supposed to be a place for the uneducated. So far, I’ve seen only one person, who has earned his place in politics and that is none other than Shashi Tharoor. Shashi tharoor is indeed a personality, a scholar, an ex UN under secretary, an icon among the educated youth and above all, a person who has always shown love for his motherland. Tharoor’s thories of transparent politics with use of twitter has often been criticized by many leaders. Ask them what do you mean by ‘following a person in twitter’ and they’ll give a two hour speech on bad effects of computer on children. This is how Tharoor is different from others. He is a rock among the pebbles in Indian politics. And maybe it was because of this reason (that he is educated) and his lack of knowledge in cheap political tricks that he was thrown out of power, so easily, in a much hyped and dramatic controversy. A person with such high- profile knowledge gains dignity in all respects of life except one, which is unfortunately politics. He became an odd man out among the others who simply play tricks for their own benefits.

If you ask me, I’d say that there should be a minimum educational qualification for people competing for power. The nations inevitable development lies in the hands of educated leaders. Education and politics are not counterparts. They are like fire and petrol. Both can exist separately. But they explode only on coming in contact.