Sunday, January 22, 2017

The carnage of Social Media

Nowadays, the need to take sick time off from work is specially excruciating because of the absence of the endearing crutches of the social media.

Once upon a time you could swift through the sweet, non-abrasive, non-political updates and pictures posted by your friends, very safely. Remember, the good times when the worst thing about Facebook was friends showing off the cakes, cars, kid's crafts and nausea inducing PDA.

As thinking individuals, we cannot escape forming opinions. As social beings, we can’t stop ourselves from sharing our opinions. But conversations and josh and smart-ass sarcasm have been replaced with a lot of nastiness. You come across a lot of name calling, insulting meme, a lot of aggression and propagation of one’s own ideology with no respect of others.

The age old wisdom of "don't say anything if you have nothing kind to say" have been thrown out of the window. 

A lot of friends seem uncomfortable. Some threaten to leave Facebook while others invite friends with differing opinions to unfriend them; Some maintain a balance trying to showcase their life/updates/check-ins along with their opinions, some others pretend to miss the new-age-social-media-activism while others have anointed their ideology, prepared a game plan and are set to convert all who disagrees with them... though meanness.

It’s not a complain. I am not requesting helpful tips. It’s a documentation of an observation on how disturbing it is to see the people you respect, disrespecting others; propagating a very unnecessary commotion outside the immediate working of democracy; yet the urgency you feel to express yourself in response to some of the appalling information that threaten to rollback the progress we made as free and civil society.

I wonder if the level of nastiness would have been the same if people had to write their opinion/news/fake news/articles/memes in their own words instead of sharing what seems to be coming from “professional bullies”

We adapt to our environment and this may be the new face of it. May be new social media friend/follow requests will accompany have a sequence of ideology questions to guarantee a rather “happy experience”.

Twitter believe me, is much kinder to me. May be I find respite in sharp perspectives, cleaner words, less attachments or just the comfort of reading from and writing to strangers. Instagram is heaven.


Before I end, thank you to all who show constraint and thank you to all others who don’t. The former group inspires and  guides while the later can always be ignored. This is indeed a very "First World Problem".

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Paralell Universe

Every visit back home, to India, is rejuvenating and re-calibrating.

Every visit home now also feels more disconnected to my life here. It is a funny feeling, where I stay the same person with my thoughts and views, needs and wants, dreams and duties... but the world around me and my position in this new cosmos changes dramatically.

It is like the singer performing in a musical where the set behind her changes while she is still singing the same song.

From the king of my jungle I turn into a claw less kitten, from chef extraordinaire to the ginger & green chilies retriever from the fridge, from a driver to scared passenger who closes her eyes and say a silent prayer just too often, from a decision maker to a permission taker ...

Characters of my musical change too quickly from friends who 'forget' their wallets when we go out for dinner to people who pay for my meals, shopping and existence, from people who think i am funny to those who see every hidden tear in my eye when i try to smile just a little too much, from taking care of myself to getting frustrated of being taken care of by the people who should take care of themselves before me.

..to knowing to each idea of mine will first be thrown out of the window, everyone proposal of help will be met with dismissal and from the head of the family i will move to being the kid of the family who has forgotten to act her expected age.

It is good to be part of two universes where you can still be yourself despite all the changes around you, wherehere you are loved, respected and missed ...is different ways for different reasons and how you love them both again for very different reasons.



Friday, September 09, 2016

#unpopularopinion

Here is my share

o   Making your bed in the morning is the most inefficient activity of the day. You will live through the day and get to sleep in it again!! Be positive people!!
o   I hate the name of the "family size" potato chips packs in the supermarket. They should be called “Motivated individual with right couch and good TV” size.
o   Your Dog or cat may be your babies, but they are still animals. You cannot love them unconditionally while eating other animals. Be Vegan/Vegetarian to declare your true love.
o   Facebook is not a conversion tool. Also the post about your opinion should follow the same rule of kindness and manners that you teach your kids.
o   "American (lack of) choice 2016" is a conspiracy for media ratings like the story of movie "Tomorrow Never Dies".
o   Netflix should have a “happy ratings” on the movie. I can’t afford to have another bad day at work and come back to watch a movie where the dog dies.
o   We should close all weapon manufacturers for one year and open them back only if the world become a worse place without them.  
o   We should introduce intolerance tax. I promise all governments will have enough for all the good work (if any) they want to do.

o   Everyone should be made to try five cuisines, visit four continents, have three passions, try two alcoholic drinks and fall in love with one CAR.


  



Monday, July 04, 2016

Professionally Amateur

I have a lot of ideas about an alternate career. I want to be a driver for a 18 wheeler truck or an auto mechanic. A writer, a photographer, a chef...

I am a good,safe driver, but I am not sure how easy it will be to take u-turns in a 18 wheeler's, I am known to miss exits or be jumpy and turn before its my turn. I also have a slight confusion with left and right. Just slight. Friends usually look at me when i navigate to match my words with the direction in which my hand points...

A mechanic with depleted strength, incapable of changing tires; a writer who writes short, random thought-farts because as a reader she skim over details consistently ; a photographer with no camera; a vegetarian chef  .... hmmm

A nutritionist with a serious chips addiction; an interior designer with money-matters attitude; a life coach with many socially-renounced life choices ...

All my talents lack a thing or two for me to completely adopt and bloom.

I think I need to go back to school. I definitely need a course in how to objectively weigh the complexity of personality and professional inclination to quantify the qualitative features of talent for deduction to acquire consistent financial gains. Also a guide on soul searching, mind reading and action taking...

Till then I do what I am happy to do everyday ... my current job.






Saturday, June 25, 2016

#Brexit #Regrexit #Badshit

Thursday evening was spent with a close friend talking about relationships, breakups, toxic associations, decisions and the impact of them and I woke up to the news of Britain's divorce with EU on Friday morning.

I felt like I was too distracted watching omelet while the tea boiled over, too engrossed in the US politics and totally unaware of the changing world just a few thousand miles away. You don't expect few things like UK quitting EU, Trump winning republic nomination, Rio allowed to host Olympics despite the epidemic of Zika or gun 'common sense' reforms sacrificed for politics.

The order seems to be crumbling. The foundations are shaking. The rights and wrongs, even the 'Absolutely!! Gosh!! Hell NO', are changing.

How do you make decisions on something which have both pro's and con's? British Exit from EU takes away its big brother role and contribution to EU, relieving UK of many responsibilities like contributing to EU budget and towards the security of the region but then the removal of the same big brother association with other countries hit it adversely in all aspects taking away the favorable climate of economic development, respect and power. Basically UK decided to stop being the cool kid in high school and no one knows the impact because it is absolutely unprecedented.

What is also questionable is that a complicated decision which holds most of its implications based on probability of events in the future was put through referendum and not left with the government and lawmakers. Common man tends to be governed by emotions and nearsightedness, this is why they select a body of people they trust to rule them. So was the referendum a right choice? Again the answer is not 'Absolutely not' because  there are many democratic governments that refuse to enact a very defined will of the common man like US government's apathy towards gun laws and change in economic safe-keepers by the Indian government, overlooking the gawking needs of their people.

But what is baffling is the issue of 'immigration' associated with #Brexit, the reason I am writing about UK, a country that I never even visited as a tourist is because this historic decision impacted me and may continue to impact if the predictions of global economic recession materialize.

Globalization is real. You cannot have globalization and trade without immigration. The problem of the world is not relocation of people but the economic disparity and aggressive fight for its preservation.

Hate, racism, crime, marginalization of communities, regionalism, religious intolerance, fear as a tool to grab power and money, difficulty is forming partnerships due of insecurities; these features have always existed in our socities, but now they grabbing headlines with their unadorned advocacy.

Sunday, April 03, 2016

Pain Only!!

At physiotherapy, I saw another patient and was absolutely baffled. Despite her injured knee, she wore makeup and her legs were shaved. I on the other hand, totally overwhelmed by pain look like the bear from the movie ‘The Revenant’.   I have gained weight, can’t sit still for a haircut and wear loose cloths in which I can sneak into without my right shoulder finding out.

My friends talk about my future as casually. new gym routine, travel and changes. I fail to comprehend all of their plans at this point. Its crazy i know, its a small non-life threatening injury, a injury which is only known to cause pain and temporary impact to the range of motion. My condition is debilitating to normal thinking as much as its to the routine of normal life.

Now I understand pain better. I am no longer surprised that people confess to the crimes they have not committed after ‘persuasive interrogating’ from cops.

My mom says health is the biggest wealth and she also says we don’t enjoy any of the luxuries in life while sick or in pain. Except for Netflix, she is right. 

I am not the bravest soul in the world. So there is no longer a quest to find balance in my life, with this pain. The plan is to accept my challenges/grumpiness/handicap with left open arm , till the pain starts to be my busy friend again visiting me only once in a blue moon.


Sunday, March 13, 2016

Pain and Zen

My idea of Zen, inner peace, attempts to be a better and kinder person along with detailed road map to anger, stress & health management, all went out of the window with my shoulder injury.

My biggest problem with my current situation is that it’s defying what I learned from the Indian and Chinese philosophy. The Yogi’s, saints, judo master , martial arts guru’s and kung fu pandas have taught us that pain, hunger, repetition makes you a better person. But I am grumpy and complaining and at my lowest level of patience and restraint.

How does one meditate with hungry stomach or sitting on the plank with nails or walk on fire and not want to punch someone. And mind you time is not a factor and you do not learn to see beyond the pain with time.

What am I  missing? Why was the term 'no pain, no gain' coined? I have only gained a dirty house, wasted gym membership and bad temper as the result of this pain. Are there easier paths of enlightenment for people with lower pain tolerance?

For now i work out a plan restore me to my painless, Zen-less self. But now i have a new quest for 'painless gain' and to find a way to add Ibuprofen to my Chi.

Monday, February 29, 2016

Back to Communities

When humans first came up with the idea to stay in groups, it stemmed from a genuine need for survival.

The geographical areas and its resources became territories. Weapons and the brave were soon diverted to defend these boundaries instead of fighting the wild animals. The history books almost singularly dedicated to Men defending and extending these territories. The boundaries became the best way to stay alive and the worst way to die

Another powerful way people organized, was in the name of God and faith. Religion transcends boundaries. It brings people together because of the fear of the almighty and the greed of a good life, before and after death.

When our forefather collaborated, they never fore saw their idea of forming groups will grow into this intricate system of societies, castes, religion and nations. Today there is a social order to societies and nations, too.

However, this has long stopped being the need for safety and is now a petri dish to multiply and groom the darkness of human nature. The high of power and wealth, the greed, the intolerance, the oppression and apathy for others, the rule of fear, the need to fake social hierarchy... all find multiple examples in today's world. There is actually a list of countries which are governed by dictators. There are research organization still dedicated to develop more lethal weapons by superpowers who do not face any real threat of wars.There are numerous religious heads and evangelist with unlimited money and private jets. 

Today the biggest reason for death, fear and human suffering is the overwhelming need of humans to protect or push boundaries and propagate religion. 

May be we should look for small nurturing communities, self sustaining societies and believers being faithful to all faiths. May be we should re-calibrate and reorganize, find reasons to live instead of finding excuses to kill.

Saturday, February 13, 2016

I love comics!! Again!!

As kids we grew up reading comics. We used to rent them to ensure we could afford as many as possible.  The excitement of papa coming with the new lot every evening was one of the highlights of my childhood.

Soon as youth set in, we were introduced to magazines. Politics and current affairs were much more intriguing then the template following, hero worshiping, imagination laden, safe and unreal comics. It felt mighty and empowering to be introduced to the real world. The comics were retired unceremoniously.

After few years in the real world, the intrigue changed to disdain and excitement to dejection. The problems of real world are persistent and seriously embarrassing. The deduction that we are still marred by the primal issues of greed, control, entitlement, hunger for power, reign of fear and apathy for others, is heartbreaking.

As the CNN world page refuse to change for the better, Social media drips with drama of humans who drool like babies for attention and life continues to be an oxymoron; I have decided to retreat to my happy place again and embrace the comfort of imaginative illustrations.


Contrary to popular belief i know exactly what i'm doing – Iron Man 

Saturday, January 23, 2016

New Muse!!

So if you know me personally you know I have serious commitment issues :) I not casual about it even in casual dressing... ;)
A photo posted by @pritisankhla on



But I have been smitten by Instagram for quite some time now. The crazy Arizona sunsets are poetic and soul rendering enough to captivate the imagination of a wanna be writer



Those along with the crazy beautiful places I have visited with beautiful friends
A photo posted by @pritisankhla on



Or anything that is a riot of colors ...
A photo posted by @pritisankhla on



I find worth loving and sharing, I am ardently posting on my Instagram.

Or may be like "MarkBaynard" tweets in the book Goodnight Tweetheart by Teresa Medeiros "May be" I am "just secretly one of those people who would rather have Followers than Friends." 

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Couch Activism

I will burn in hell if I ever condemn social media. It gives us a mythical and endearing mirage of society. It helps us to see what we crave for ... friends liking us,  appreciation of our creativity, respect and need for our opinion and somehow makes our words sound clever.

I am an animal and human right supporting, environmentalist ... living a vegetarian lifestyle while chasing the unicorn of loving, peaceful, tolerant, just mankind living on a green, pollution and war free earth. Proof you may ask, check my Facebook,Twitter,Instagram and blog. 

We propagate our thoughts, land our support, oppose vehemently what we do not believe in from the hideout out of our couch, keyboard as our tool, words/like buttons/emoji's as our weapons and hope to make a difference. Just because we are on the couch does not make it easy, we feel strongly, we hurt deeply, we love and lend support obsessively. We, well some of us, even think.  

What we do not do, is stop ourselves forming and displaying opinions. Vivid, graphic, heart felt opinions. Like some of us support tolerance to the extend that we become viciously intolerant to ones we perceive as intolerant or support forests to a level that we support criminal uprooting of villages and tribes for forest sustenance, support victims of a war enough to support the execution of anyone clouded by the doubt of being a perpetrator.

Life is simple of the couch. Words are clear. Intentions pristine.

We do not have to deal with the murky and the grey. We do not deal with human nature. Its easy to love people than live with them. Its easy to fight for a fair world free of power hungry dictators when seeking power is a form of and not necessarily distinguishable, from seeking respect, faith and followership. Its easy to seek end of terrorism, while there may not be a big difference between terrorists, freedom fighters and hell, even crazy activists. You can support end of a war, without thinking that it will take a war to end that war and  that war that will be needed to end the war will need warriors, who may loose their limb, life or minds. They will, only because people are good and bad, motives are good and bad, reasons are good and bad, justice is good and bad, weapons are good and bad; create new reasons for a new war.

How many of these opinions that we live by, talk by, believe by, argue by, seethe in... will make us make a banner and stand at the street corner or shout slogans in a rally, or participate in an uprising or fight or even die.

This is a tough question. Let me seek the answer, which may warrant a new, more comfortable couch and a better coffee maker. Let me pull the blinds on the window so I shall not be distracted by the view of the world while I save it.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Inept Peacekeepers!!

If you can imagine... what it is for you or your loved one to die, because you/they went out for a dinner or to work; how desperate you have to be to flee from your house and country because you cannot continue to live in inexplicable violence; how you are shunned by those in the world who have warm beds and full stomachs; how you are tripped by a camera person in your refugee camp, to film you and your child fall; how it feels to see your kids die of hunger and disease; how your daughter can be kidnapped and brutalized for going to school; how your baby can be born with a shrapnel in his head and how your infant's dead body can be washed ashore....you know what hundreds of thousands of fellow humans feel; How deep are the wounds to humanity; How impotent are talks of borders, religion, origin, reason, action ...

Till we do not identify with the pain, have compassion and anger for injustice to people across borders and across seas, there will be no end to this madness.

Our house is not safe if our neighbor's house and body burns. We can't rationalize a child can die because his parents were born in a certain country, could not oust a dictator, followed a particular religion..

If France had information of ISIS stronghold and 20 bombs to spare for their annihilation, why did they waited to be attacked. This action a few months back would have been more effective and have saved many more tormented Yazidis. By the way, how did France ensured that only and only ISIS members, who have practiced heinous crimes died? They must have ensured that no innocent , non-perpetrators Syrians were killed.... because if they were, this attack was not a revenge of attack on Paris, but an unfortunate extension.

US is very prompt to stop refugees because of the possibility of one of the millions displaced, sneaked an attack on the country that gave him asylum. Unlike Turkey, Jordan, Lebanon and many other European countries, US has not really helped refugees so far despite ISIS's origin being directly attributed to bad foreign policies followed by US. There main action in support of eradication of ISIS was to handover weapons to group of people, claiming to fight ISIS.

So who is taking an action to eradicate ISIS? Will it take Middle East to its organic, healing state? How can ISIS be eradicated without committing injustice on another group or individuals and creating future generation of terrorists? Why is Islam being associated with terror, when no God fearing person, irrespective to the name of God, will even hurt a fellow human? How dropping bombs in areas with "majority" ISIS members help? How does an emotional reaction and war cries of a hurt country help? How does sealing borders help? How does the cries of discrimination of death between various ethnicity helps?

Who are we: humans or proud citizens of a safe country? When words and videos can convince people to become Terrorists, where are the words and videos to convert them back?

Pain, death, suffering are universal languages like compassion, love and unity. Its time to think before we speak ...

Wednesday, November 04, 2015

Just a normal night of my normal life ...

 Diary Entry: Nov 2 

I was exhausted and sleep deprived by the time the weekend ended. Not a great place to be at. So Sunday night, I read my book to calm the effects of working late at night and hit the bed trying to squeeze as much sleep as possible.

As I start drifting to sleep I witness shaking of the walls and may be my bed. Something like this used to happen when contractors were working at my house and they walked on the flat roof. I start wondering who can be on the roof at that hour. A person sounds very scary and an animal too small to make an impact like that. Also there may have been a bed shaking which could not be explained. I wondered if the neighbors hit their car against the garage wall or something. And if my headboard was too close to the wall.

Anyway, I tried to put myself back to sleep when I feel a very definite shaking of the bed. It cannot be explained by an impact on adjoining walls. Now I wonder if a small (I hope) animal entered the house when I left the patio door open in the evening for cross ventilation. I woke up and switched on all the lights and became jumpy in anticipation of a small, ugly animal jumping at me. I suddenly, thought about the cayotes seen in the office parking lot, late at night.

I did not find any animal, so I was left with nothing to do but get back in bed and try to sleep after architect-ing tactical setting of my covers to dodge the swarms of mosquito, which definitely entered when I left my patio door open.

It was not easy sleeping with open question like which human was on my roof and which animal was in my bed … but I eventually did.

I woke up and decided to not instigate further and return to a normal week. This decision may or may not have followed a news of certain earthquake in Phoenix area.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Vehophobia (Applicable for India Only)

My skills to drive on Indian roads degenerated disproportionately faster then my years off the Indian roads. My latest vacation underlined my alarming loss of skills to even confidently sit along side papa or sis when they drove me around. Papa gets mad when he looks the my white, blood drained face ,notices my fingers clutching the sides of the seat and hear a lot of involuntary exclamations leaking from my lips; he thinks its a verdict against his driving skills. And I lie to my sis every time when she asks me how she drove,because my clinched shut eyes and exploding heart does not allow me to observe her skills, with the sincerity, her bravado deserves.

I believe my intelligence has finally realized that all the crazy activities like sky diving and roller coaster rides, for which i am vehemently opposed are not very different then Indian driving.

Even though I do not (and will never) get overwhelmed by the presence of cattle in on the road, a so called NRI trait. Still, there is so much on the roads that is not for the weak-hearted. There was a time while driving, there were cars overtaking us from both sides. It was unusual because it was a single lane road.

Another time, we actually jumped red light under peer pressure. We stopped behind another car at red light on a prominent road but other vehicles continue to pass. When the only other stopped car at the light in front of us decided to follow the illegally moving traffic, papa followed. When i protested he said Beta, how can i stop in moving traffic, except that the traffic light was still red.

my sister on the other hand, drove like Laura Croft, creating ways where none existed. (In reference to Laura Croft  made entrance in castles by plucking jasmines) my sister maneuvered the car somewhere between people legally and illegally driving, walking,parked and crossing. At times i forced my eyes to stay open for few seconds just to marvel at her courage. Though i had to soon shut them, lest my screams would distract her.

The time on the roads was an adrenaline rush, gratitude for the cheap taxis in case i need to move without my trusted drivers, a pang of sandness at loss of an instinct we, all Indians are born with and a little more awe for a country whose workings can never be explained.

Saturday, August 08, 2015

Greater Purpose!!

Humans are not just meant to eat, drink and sleep. These rituals of survival by themselves, defy the purpose of survival.

To be a hero, to do a greater good is a need of existence. In most cultures this need is fulfilled by nurturing a family. It is easy to play a hero to one’s offspring and make sacrifices. It is also, infinitely fulfilling to see them successful and happy. It is like the smallest unit of being a campaigner.

Most people seek a bigger purpose in life when the small campaigns of family are over or do not exist. It is also when another purpose is over whelming like when ones country, race or religion is threatened, something challenging ones existence.

Today the campaigns to champion for are minimal. They are too trivial, too distant, too polarized, too big or too unfathomable. It is difficult to give your all for bee keeping, to free Ukraine from Russia’s annexation,  political ideologies where hero become villains just too quickly, ISIS or human trafficking.

Another issue with finding a purpose is the number of forums in which these purposes can be discussed, advertised, argued and dissuaded from. There is a meaningless pandemonium of people looking for a  purpose and making mockery of those who have found one or at times just trivializing a purpose in arrogance, because they think their purpose to be bigger and better. After the Zimbabwean lion was murdered in the name of game, people posted pictures of dying kids and seeking outrage for what they thought to be a bigger cause.

But a lot of today’s campaigns are run from the couch, from the safety of ones house. There is outrage, emotional distress and deep thoughts resulting in signing of virtual petition on Facebook or a tweet war or discussion on personal and moral lives of celebrities. Day jobs are seldom resigned; war, demonstrations, diseases and police atrocities seldom faced; savings are seldom parted from; wounds are hardly ever inflicted or received or nursed and real difference very seldom made.

May be its the need of this purpose that makes us itchy and unsatisfied? May be there are no issues with our job, location, cars, roommates and cable provider? We may just be wandering in absence of a problem; a problem which by its unsolved existence, will solve the problem of our higher calling.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Once Upon a Time ....

Once upon a time I went for lunch with a colleague. He started talking about how his day unfolds differently when he starts it with positive thoughts; meetings go well when he believes that they will. I remember putting my hands in ,through my eyelids and holding my eyeballs to stop them from rolling.

This one upon a time was three years back. Today I go out on a limb to think positive, collect teachings and associate myself actively with people who exude such energy.

Once upon a time a sat in the backseat of my friend's car and blurred out about how tragic and bleak my life is. My aunt was infuriated that I was insulting the life GOD gave me. And she said she wanted to pray for me, there and then. I was shocked. The only times I prayed on a highway before this was when I saw a car coming the wrong direction, my way. 

This once upon a time was two years back. Today I actively pray and seek divine guidance even though ‘Being an Atheist’ is considered a sign of a radical mind.


Once upon a time I felt like a gladiator. I knew my issues and I was putting all my might in solving them. I was climbing a tough  mountain, with my eyes at the summit, knowing that discipline, focus, sincerity and hard work, along with denouncing my 'distractions' will eventually take me there. And then I saw this quote on Facebook.

This once upon a time as two days back.

It really got me thinking if my focus was noble and brave or wasteful and stupid. My problems have not vanished, the summit stares down at me, but I question if the summit is the Euphoria I am striving for. If these 'distractions' are the life i am missing, in the noble effort of improving my life. I don’t know if its scarier that I get my wisdom from Facebook or that the building blocks of my ideology crumble and raise all the time, evolving, degenerating, renewing, morphing...

I was talking about exhaustive demands of self-improvement to a friend and he was very surprised by my pursuit. He summed it up with “you struggle because you think you need improvement”. And this time I did roll my eyes and wondered, at what point in time, I will ever say ‘ Once upon a time a was  perfect… and with no room to improve or evolve or change …I continue to be so”

Saturday, May 02, 2015

Hunger and Thirst

Hunger and thirst are perennial needs of humans.

They constitute the all encompassing need that should and must be satisfied by any means. Righteousness, morals, conscience does not come in picture for the ones struggling with this need. Also these are primal needs, they are all-consuming and domineering, they cannot be stashed, toned-down and ignored.

These desires evolve based on the physical and emotional needs. The hunger for food and water though most common, is menial and unexceptional. Its the striving for enlightenment, money, power, fame, authority, respect, love, greatness, peace, understanding, expression or 'Others' that take more intention and action to quench.

There is no categorization to these quests, the hunger for inner peace is no better then the quest for power. Each quest is different and as potent as the person seeking it.

Also I am not sure if these are the needs or actually nature of humans. We move from one need to another. Its not controllable or there to accessorize our life. It becomes the focus of our existence.

Some may profess that this quest is the difference between the living and dead. But this may also be the become the burning desire that takes us from living itself.



Saturday, April 25, 2015

The Routine of Life ...

Routine is an interesting thing …

When I first moved to Bangalore to join Infosys, the bus ride to work was excruciating. Worst was this single stretch of thirteen km highway, it seemed unending. But as days passed, my eyes started to see and identify landmarks. There were temples, car showrooms, shops, hawkers, traffic pain points that soon segmented the long road and made it easier to traverse.

Routine acclimatize us to the day to day happenings of our average lives.

But routine also makes us complacent. I experience all the time, what I call ‘beginner’s luck’. But I am sure it’s not luck. When we do things for the first time, we are attentive and alive. I have never missed an exit on new routes or hurt a new acquaintance with casual remarks or lost dial in information of kick-off meetings of my new projects. Mistakes happen when we have repeated our actions enough to give them less attention than our preoccupying thoughts and worries.

Routine take us away from life, masking the nuances of change in the routine, in the overwhelming  wet blanket of boredom.

Being alive and living every moment is exhausting while letting them slip by in the smog of daily activities is wasteful. By the way from these two, there is no right or wrong. A life is composed of all kind of hues and colors. At times we are hit with adventures and opportunities while other times we brew in mundane moments.

Life is not a movie maker, magician or joker who made a promise to entertain us. Life is a card dealer at a casino, honestly oblivious of the cards its dealing to us. We can still hold it responsible for our fate and time, but its role and power is very muted compared to the cards in our hands.

Thursday, April 02, 2015

New Orleans

New Orleans is definitely a party city. Its buzzing, colorful, cheerful and funky, well most of it...

The glitter is interrupted, in too many places by mundane and deprived life.

Cities are like humans, when they try to sell you a image too hard, there is usually a very strong 'other side'. like Vegas, if you stay sober here, you see images of dearth, poverty and the frown behind the smiles. The city brims with heritage but that too seem divided to the haves and the have not's ..

I, unlike my friends,don't think the pain of this city originates from the devastation of Katrina... but from amazing economic disparity. From houses to cars to the dresses to the lines of pains on people face to their attitudes towards others... all cover the complete range. Very much like India. Also tragedies do not create divide, they just highlight them.

Its difficult to understand what is missing with the city. May be tourism erodes sustainable employment making earning dependent on tourist season. May be the alcohol and drugs, end up impacting the locals more than the tourist. May be we should not have stayed at Bywaters, May be we should not have walked around. May be we should have stayed sober....

But the city leaves an unfulfilled feeling, like I just watched an amazing magic show with full knowledge of the magician's tricks ....

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Smoke Signals!!

It was an interesting experience living without home internet for over a month. Actually, it was one month, four days, two hours and twenty one minutes. I don’t remember if I ever felt this deprived before. It was a gaping hole in my life. All my near and dear ones knew about my plight. I was two days short of stopping by the pan handlers at the traffic stops and telling them my “story”. By the way, I had internet at work and on my phone.

I found out many things about myself. First that I am my sister’s sister, I read, no I devoured fiction novels at her speed in order to combat the absolute lack of entertainment at home. By the way, fun fact: I use 3GB data every nine days without indulging into Netflix, YouTube, Pandora or Spotify on my phone.  

I also found that I can recognize voices of Cox customer care representative. ‘Debbie’, ‘Jason’, ‘Wudy’ were part of my life. Also, part of my life were the jibes from family, friends and colleagues. I am not sure of somebody informed the White House or not, but apparently this one episode establish the supremacy of Australia and India over America.

So entertainment was provided by library books, bills were paid and communication was done, online shopping halted, Cox bills stopped and phone bills went through the ceiling. Nothing was really missing, but something was.
               
Though I will still summarize the experience with the following words “Those were the stone ages and I survived by sending smoke signals.”