Nihility

The need to connect to the world!! Is that a real need?? Can it be differentiated from the need of letting the world know what you are(i.e letting the world perceive you the way you want to be perceived)?? For example, all these social networks, do you really think they exist to keep you in touch with your friends??? Let's not explore the basic intention of the creation of the same. But indomitable is the fact that these networks advantage of the pomp, flamboyance and pretense that is displayed in from of pictures, thoughts and what not. That makes me a hypocrite, being a part of one such network? La! Very much! But man! It's nothing compared to the hypocrisy I encounter at work everyday. That doesn't make me a lesser hypocrite. I can handle my hypocrisy. I look forward to the day my hypocrisy shall duly be quashed. Today isn't the day?? Nope. Because I want to end this abruptly and get miserable handling hypocrisy.

Q and A: 2

Read this in one of the least known books. 'We, as humans, are always seeking connections. Physically we seek health and affection. Emotionally we yearn for a sense of belonging, intimacy and love. Intellectually, we look for patterns and relationships and spiritually, we pray for oneness with the divine' The book can be labelled decent but this one sentence was edifying ' Intellectually, we look for patterns and relationships'. I always thought patterns and relationships had something to do with emotions. I wouldn't have placed it under intellectual needs. I am wrong. This sentence makes sense!!

Lunaria annua

I had this impulse to write whatever comes to my mind. I could very well have written it on a piece of paper, where it would have been more honest and less dramatic. Even as I try to be less dramatic, my thoughts somehow do get adapted to the fact that I am not after all writing this on a sheet of paper, implying that all these theories on honesty is crap. Nobody in actuality is what she/he to the world. Why opt for the less rational and more animated option of typing it here?. Well, it's nothing sophisticated or commendable. Just plain naked loneliness.For now let's suspend other complicated issues of acknowledgement, appreciation, approval and argument, for which I 'may' write here( 'here' refers to the dubious but actual space that this entity called 'blog' occupies.Dubious because it doesn't exist for most of the world that I know, actual because this blog is among the zillion other apparently unimportant data occupying cyberspace)
Loneliness! It's something that has shaped everybody over her/his developmental years. Almost everything a person is, is the product of her/his loneliness. To mention a few

Experimentation

Introspection

Analysis

Abstraction

Creativity

Dreams

Relationships

This list is incomplete. There are more fanciful 'products' propping up.. But we'll stop here. Out of all the products of loneliness, the unproductive one is .................. Well, I ll let you have your choice. It may very well be out of the incomplete list. And Yet Again(Sigh!), Life's good!

(de?)delineation

I forgot the past with its people to live the present. I live the present hoping that it would soon become the past. My attempts at adaptation to the world ceased when I realized that I was being utopian. Happens! Still, life's good.

The surrender

I opened my eyes and the world seemed a shade darker. I had closed it twenty minutes earlier, the sun had begun to set. It cannot be called meditation, in terms of the people who meditate. But to me this was meditation. I was closing my eyes and listening to this song. Forgive me for my idiocy, everytime I listen to this, I believe it's profoundly mine. It's OM SHIVOGAM from 'Naan kadavul'
I don't understand the lyrics. I can possibly know the meaning of those words but I don't want to. It's the same language I've been relentlessly learning by rote since childhood until a few years ago. Well let's leave the language behind.
It's an intense emotion that I feel when I listen to it. It's been so for over 1 & a 1/2 years, the period over which I've become addicted to it. Never have I tried to categorize the emotion, because 'it felt good' even otherwise. Even now I am afraid if elaborating on the emotion will make it less dear to me.
One of my most rational and honorable teachers said 'the head is born with flexion even in a caesarean section. That implies man has to bow, at least to God and that begins at birth'. I couldn't agree then. I was wondering why someone would want to submit himself to something or somebody.
Never since I became an atheist have I been PARTICULARLY submissive to anything. But everytime I listen to the song I yearn to submit to the 'being' or 'thing' the voice and the music engrave. For once I wished a God that fitted the song existed. But did I say "God"?? The song extols all that is righteous, all that is beautiful, all that is powerful, all that is authentic, all that is rational and all that cannot be controlled by anything except itself. If you call it "God", I may not agree but can empathize.
This submission was overwhelming. I wanted to feel controlled, defined, refined, redefined and composed. I realised I was submitting to myself. Not literally 'myself'. But all the values that made me, that make me and that I make. Life's good yet again.

Not nebulous

I am writing after aeons. Sitting on the terrace, it's supposed to be summer. But never has it seemed like it in weeks now. Well describing weather is something everybody can seem an adept at. Right now there is a huge three dimensional mushroom of a cloud to admire. It coudn't have gotten more beautiful. I am not an ardent nature admirer, but I don't know why admiring it so exhilarating. Is it because I am aware of the ability to admire it, or the fact that I am fortunate to be looking at it?
None of these seem to make sense. Perhaps I assume a bond between myself and these admirable things and as though its broken when I voice the admiration for them. It's just imagination. I imagine that they reciprocate it someway which isn't describable, which of course isn't credible. Credible or not, I shall continue to admire them.The imagination part... lets forget it


http://eamazings.com/index.php/eamazings/amazing-clouds-not-photoshopped-06032010.html

The process of 'standing'

I seem to have been thinking in tons and loads after a really long time.. thankful to Osho. Irrespective of whether I agree or disagree with his ideas, He has made me think. Seems to me like a drastic comeback to introspection after all the crap... I will have to revise what I say now. I can't help agreeing with what he says. When I read him first three years back, I thought his examples were juvenile for the only reason that they were simple and understandable.. The striking appropriateness now makes me feel ashamed of my previous stand. I have been obsessed with reason or still better obsessed with being obsessed with reason. I still am. But having read Osho, I am reconsidering it(Can't believe that I am reading a mystic). Obsession with being obsessed with reason is the most comfortable thing that ever happened. I cannot give up rationality just like that.. That doesn't mean I've been absolutely rational all the while, because rationality doesn't have limits that human knowledge can see. I am still in the process of evaluating my stand with respect to his ideas.. I am very confused. There is a long way to go. So it seems now. If I were to find something utterly irrational I may drop it abruptly. I have to admit the entire process is going to be tedious. Life's good again.