~ Reflections ~

What is it that we look for.... Is it that it should be something we like... or is there an underlying requirement that it should be extraordinary.. It has become a repeated occurrence that people demand not what they like, but something extraordinary... As if the ordinary is not good enough, even of they like it... “If a man knew anything, he would sit in a corner and be modest; but he is such an ignorant peacock, that he goes bustling up and down, and hits on extraordinary discoveries.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ratti bhar bhi sanam Bina sajaawat milaawat Na jyaada na hi kamm Tuhje chaahon jaisa hai tu Mujhe tere barish mein beegna hai ghuljaana hai Tujhe chaahon jaisa hai tu Mujhe tere lapat mein jalna raakh ho jaana hai We all dream of ideal love.. and Prasoon Joshi has expressed it perfectly.. But the point still remains, do we ever let the person be...

There is a direct connection between nature and me it seems.... It vents its frustration just the way I do.. it rains.. But it all seems so ironic. Rain seems to bring joy into so many lives... it is the indicator of the pleasure all let loose in one single burst of the cloud... Like the peacock which doesnt even waste a moment...

There are times when my mind is brimming with ideas.. But am unable to write about any of them... Don't know what to call it... confusion or avoidance :)

Here's an article I found on Wall Street Journal by Mr Stephen Moore.. Rings true... --- ATLAS SHRUGGED : FROM FICTION TO FACT IN 52 Years ~ Stephen Moore Some years ago when I worked at the libertarian Cato Institute, we used to label any new hire who had not yet read "Atlas Shrugged" a "virgin." Being conversant in Ayn Rand's classic novel about the economic carnage caused by big government run amok was practically a job requirement. If only "Atlas" were required reading for every member of Congress and political appointee in the Obama administration. I'm confident that we'd get out of the current financial mess a lot faster. Many of us who know Rand's work have noticed that with each passing week, and with each successive bailout plan and economic-stimulus scheme out of Washington, our current politicians are committing the very acts of economic lunacy that "Atlas Shrugged" parodied in 1957, when this 1,000-page novel was

I am absolutely in love with what Oscar Wilde has to say... Here are some more of his insightful thoughts :) I have found that all ugly things are made by those who strive to make something beautiful and that all beautiful things are made by those who strive to make something useful. What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.

We all have our lows.. But what keeps us going is our self esteem.. The minute that is lost.. it gets tougher to carry on... alone...

I am very happy.. I feel like standing on the top of a building and screaming my lungs out.. Or some other way I could release all this energy in me.. The energy which has been bottled inside.. Bottled because I don't know how else to express my joy..

Which is worse... Knowing that your friend is upto something but is not telling you... Or that he is confident about your being able to understand the silence :(

We all accept that the politicians in the present system are jerks.. atleast most of them... then why don't we all come together when we have the right to express the power to vote.. Even though this year's voter turnout happens to be better than last time's MCD elections, i still believe 63% is not good enough a figure for a city like Delhi... What will it take to bring people out of their houses and vote, i wonder..

Corollary : More that sound in my head I hear... Greater will be the frequency of blog entries you'll find here :)

Thats it now.. I've heard enough.. It all started long time ago I guess.. I mean this irritating feeling... Obama's becoming a President is an achievement.. because he's a Black.. as if it wouldn't qualify to be an achievement otherwise.. we make it sound as if it isn't his political stand on issues that matters but the colour.. and then we talk about equality blah blah... Today's TOI (front page) said "Two big Hindu leaders under ATS scanners".. as if 2 leaders being under the scanner wouldn't catch your eyeballs... What is it with us.. to associate every issue with caste, colour, religion... I don't know about other countries, but somehow, all of us, I mean us Indians, have a habit to categorize everyone.. and we'd make sure we'll find a reason. We all take pride that we are a nation with so many cultures , castes and religions.. and we all still coexist.. but I sometimes wonder if we really do.. Given the slightest opportunity, we ar

Has it happened that their is a constant voice in your head.. which just doesnt stop... Some call it conscience, some call it sub-sonscious.. some call it your alter ego.. I feel its just our mind playing games.. saying things that we'd probably hesitate saying out aloud.. and the lesser you talk to people, the stronger the voice in your head grows...

Its important to express your opinion.. but its even more important to express it in the correct way and to the right people... Thats my learning for the day !!!

"The age of status quo is dead. In every sphere, people want more than gradual growth. They are looking for radical results. Risk-takers. They want an upheaval. A metamorphosis. They will experiment. " ~ Sanjay Jha Are we ? PS : source of the quote : Why Raj Thackeray Blew It

“There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.” ~ Oscar Wilde (in The Picture of Dorian Gray ) Dont we wonder about this all the time.. when will it be that I'll make a decision not because someone told me to, but because I wanted to...

"There is a luxury in self reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has the right to blame us" ~ Oscar Wilde (in The Picture of Dorian Gray ) I am yet to find an author who is as blatantly honest as Oscar Wilde. Ironically, it is these pieces of truth in his writing that appear to us as satire/wit.

Sannata Sunai Nahin Deta, Aur Hawayen Dikhayi Nahin Deti Socha Hai Kya Kabhi, Hota Hai Yeh Kyun.. These are the lyrics of a song from Rock On! What caught my attention is actually what the lyricist is trying to point out.. It rings a bell when he says that we try and give a name to everything.. even things we cannot see..

By now all of you must have realized what a psychologically demented person i am... here's adding on to the same... A thought recently ran into my mind... that i am very similar to a cupboard... open or closed depending on my moods :) Lets go stepwise.. You need some power (read brain power aka intellect!!) to make me open up, for me to start communicating with you... that's the power needed to open the cupboard.. Next are the many compartments in a cupboard that are present once you open it.. what is immediately visible is the exterior, kept on hangers, what i showcase to the world.. but what is of greater significance is what is hidden in the locked drawers of the cupboard.. like a window to my psyche.. and yes, its not necesssary that the harder you try, greater the success rate of opening up one of the closed drawers, if you push too hard, the lock just might break ;), so beware !! I don't know if this parallel applies to all.. but it definitely holds true for me...

I am jealous of the person i love the most not because he doesnt love me but because someone else gets to love him too...