Snippet From A Musing

“We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”

                                                                                                                                                       – Dead Poets Society

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       When I see humans in a larger perspective, as if a painting of every human being on a canvass called life, I see the silent rumbling of streams of paint called feelings. Profusion of paint called emotion. As if a web binding the whole society together. As if connecting every heart however distant together. Through this fervor that rests deep in our hearts, that gives the human heart it’s peculiarity, that which makes us cry or laugh, that which sprouts the heart to life what is otherwise a callous and lifeless rock, I sometimes catch myself wondering in awe, trying to decipher what this magic is in spite of knowing there is no answer to it. In this stupidity of mine, I try to find warmth; I try to find solace in its pointlessness. Maybe that’s what it is all about – The fine vagueness of our heart that lets the beauty all around seep. 


Wild Goose Chase… Magnificently Flagrant Futility—-

Like a previous article of mine,’ God? You Joking’, this is another thought of mine that I am going to develop into this article so I can share it with you! I would like to begin by asking you a simple question. ‘Why does man do what he does? Be it working for 20 hours a day or calling up a friend to have a silly prate, be it taking a trip to Las Vegas or dropping one’s child at school, be it flirting with a girl or later marrying her. What is the ultimate aim of man in all these activities that drive him into performing them? What is he searching for for which he is doing everything he does in his life? The answer is pretty simple. Take a minute to answer it before proceeding further. Give it a try!

Got it? Yes, it is indeed happiness. If not happiness, then it has to be to avoid sadness which is more or less the same. Think about all the activities that you do, simple or complicated, serious or paltry. You do everything and anything in your life with a selfish objective to gain happiness, though you don’t normally find a reason to acknowledge it. Mother Teresa served the people because she felt it was noble and took pride in it. What was she getting out of it? Happiness. Happy that she was doing a very noble work. This way, man since ages, had been in a pursuit of happiness continuously working for it.

Since the Indus valley civilization, or even before it, man had been incessantly developing his surroundings and his insatiated hunger for happiness led him into creating new surroundings (Facebook, Twitter, etc.) while he is not able to take care of the surroundings he had been bestowed upon by the nature. I am neither condemning this for the wrath that it spawned nor am I commending it for its success. I am stating a set of facts that would conjure up to give us an angle of thinking that had been for reasons unknown to me, unused while judging things our world had been witnessing since time unknown.

Proceeding further, man started with developing a wheel and has built a sports car, from inventing a paper to making E-book readers, from postal system to phones and E-mails, all this in pursuit of happiness. But now I ask you a question that had been asked times uncountable. And the answer you are going to give this time will be in different terms, taking into consideration all that I have expounded above. “Where have we got?” Yes. Where have we got in this pursuit of happiness? How happier are we than we were a couple of thousand years ago? If we are happier, then all the frantic mayhem we were in is worth. But if we aren’t, then we can’t be termed any better than fools. Self-made fools who used their own gifts of intelligence and physical acumen to be so.

Because if we retrospect, we find we are not happier. We are the same since thousands of years. The sadness and happiness in people had been the same all the time in spite of man’s ceaseless efforts to augment happiness. Only the quality of things that make us happy or sad increased. People of olden times used to be sad due to things like decease, death, etc. And now, people are sad if they lose their job (which is equal to what people used to feel about death in previous times). With larger picture of the world in mind, since we didn’t move anywhere in all these years, man’s search for happiness had always been an abject futility.

While this is one thing that history shows that is obvious, another thing is that whenever development happened, something had been lost or someone had suffered, more the development, more the repulsion. When industrialization took place in England, people were deprived of their jobs and that led to suicides. When modern production processes came into use in factories, many small industries perished. This way, when a new thing is given importance, the importance is drawn from the previous survivors. Laughs were and are always accreted with wails.

I mention this because the developments that await us are ridiculously huge and we are, I feel, obligated to question ourselves their denouements and their worth. Gadgets like google glass are going to take over us in time not long. We are talking about plans like implanting micro-chips in the brains as soon as a baby is born in order to provide our brains with telepathic powers of communication. With such developments (as we call them) in line, the assured collateral damage will be huge but on the other side, as history shows, we won’t be any happier than we are now. If at all anything, we will be sadder.

Through this article, I do not intend to imply anything nor do I want to wine over the expected turn the events in future are going to take. I ask, with the knowledge that these developments are inevitable, if they are worth having if the amount of happiness and sadness in the world are going to be same like they always were in our past that scales in thousands of years. My only aim is to say that this is a point of view to look through and it deserves our attention however small. Just muse over it for some time!

Page After Page I Turn


I sit with an open book,
Ensconced in my hands!
Into the leaves I look,
Savoring the lexical flow!

My head sways left and right,
With my eyes into the pages!
I go all night,
Devouring the words of ages!

I live a thousand lives!
Some intrigue, some bore.
Some gross as knives,
Some heavenly as flowers!

Page after page I turn,
Deeper into the linguistic fern!
Just a piece of wood but omniscient,
To many a mysterious world, im sent!

Checking My Knack!!!

Lately, a strong urge to start writing a novel is kind of agonizing me. Stories, I always had plenty but my writing was where I am always dubious. This is a shot I’m giving at it just to seek your comments on it. The following scene is from a movie. Please tell me how my language is. Your suggestions are most respected.


Rebecca woke up on a bed, in a room filled with books that would surely count in hundreds. She was on a bed with plush mattress and pillows snug and cozy in a thick woolen blanket on rich satin bed sheet. She was still in her blue top and cream cartons though. She got up from the bed and made her way to the door that was just a few feet away. The fresh and rejuvenated feeling she got while in bed was now evanescing as her mind started to get a clearer memory of what had happened a few hours ago before she fainted. A tart head ache started to tangent her mind when she could connect all loose ends and arrive at an astute picture. Her past was now clear to her while the present lingered hazy, ‘Where am I?’ being the first question.

She could see light from the thin space under the door. “Where am I?”, the question pinched her mind again. “Is someone there outside the door?” “Will I be safe if I open the door?” “Will it open or is it locked?”… She brought her hand to the knob, turned it and let the door creak open.

The room was very strange. Looked and felt eerie. It looked abandoned yet neat and tidy. Neatly levelled cement floor like in subways and other public places and statues with strangely expressed faces. On the walls were framed paintings that looked as if wearied by time. She took a few steps ahead, awe struck by the spatial magnanimity of the place, far too large to be called a room.

She now stood before a large painting of Charlemagne hung on the wall and suddenly felt someone behind her. Sensing harm, she turned back and looked at a man slim and tall, wearing all black. He stood there without movement as if holding himself rigidly.  He was wearing a very strange mask.

How was it?

THE MONK WHO SOLD HIS FERRARI by Robin Sharma – Book Rewiew


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The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari is yet another spiritual book I’ve read after The Ultimate Gift and am sharing with you the pros and cons of it. Firstly, I am not able to resist myself from revealing this book had disappointed me.  With its magnificent sales and the talk among the people, I expected a lot more from it. And maybe this books’ greatness is shadowed by the colossal magnanimity of The Ultimate Gift, I’ve read before it. It surely did give me a few very good spiritual tidbits and exercises but on the whole, it is a dejected work when looked at from literary point of view where the story, the spiritual knowledge and the thesis and essence are not synchronous with each other and we can clearly see that the author is not clear as to the order, the story had to be phrased.

The book begins with a lawyer named John introducing to us another lawyer Julian Mantel who is fully consumed by the success and glory legal practice provides and eventually turns his life into a cheerless workaholic dread, so much so that even sleeping for two hours a day made him feel guilty. And all these ceaseless worries and work conjure up to a heart attack he has once while in court. Julian then sells all his riches and goes to India in quest for solace. Incredibly, on the hills of Himalayas, he finds the Sivana sages whom people never found in ages and they provide him their ancient knowledge. He then comes back spiritually rejuvenated and healthy and goes on to pass the knowledge to John as promised to a sage when in India while John explains all this to the reader.

The anecdotes and examples Robin Sharma gives are pretty inspirational but seem foreign to the story and more to it, all along, he takes the readers to tautology about wasting life working and then suddenly gives inspiration to work hard. And his story telling is very naive. Half cooked dialogues and unreasonable perceptions are most flagrant. On the whole, though it didn’t satisfy me at all, I feel it would do good to all those who don’t care about the language and the way it is written and only the spiritual exercises and the knowledge (very unclear though). A very hard read for me.




With many goals and ideals backed with immense ardor, I entered the campus in a white Innova trying to see my next five years in the gigantic buildings before me and in the sprawling lawns carpeted all around in the campus. I checked myself from feeling lost amidst the diversely populated and restrained myself from searching for people from southern part of India, me being one. People of all types were frantically walking around shuffling their documents that had to be produced for admission.

I stepped into the admission procedure not finding a reason for the chaos all around for the process was very simple. After getting all things done in a very pernicious way, with great enthusiasm, relaxed, I headed towards the hostel with my luggage. I expected the hostels to be at least in the neighborhood of ‘good’ but when I reached, I was spell-boundly held outside my room stunned looking at it. It was a very spacious and plushly furnished twin sharing room with comfortable beds and study tables. I couldn’t think of anything that I could ask for that wasn’t provided. My room to me was a very pleasant surprise like every other room to their yet to be residents were, I assumed.

After my clothes and other stuff rested arranged in the cupboard I was provided with, I sat on my bed acquiesced, thinking I finally reached the end of the proverbial tunnel. That the next step of my life is a sophisticated and a grandly portending one. I then bid my dad, my sole accompanier to the college, a farewell and came back to my hostel only to find out I didn’t wanted to. I couldn’t resist myself from mingling with the students all around and exploring with them the college and the good things it had to offer. And hence, with a three students I befriended instantly (which now, after a week at JGU, culminated into a group of six close friends.), I treaded around all the unrestricted areas of the campus basking the university as well as the company.

The college is a palatial one in every sense of that word. High rising architectural edifices and far stretching lawns bestrewed with elegant topiaries. I spent some time marveling at how great the campus is and I could feel in my bones what gigantic importance it would give to my dreams and goals. And then in the night, I sat slumped back in my chair with my feet on my bed rewinding in my mind the day and what it presages about my life at the university. My maiden day at O. P. Jindal Global University was very exciting and energetic and one that seemed like a grand ‘AHOY’ to the days that awaited.

– Pratheek M Reddy