Monday, January 30, 2012
Critical Thinking was the agenda
Well.. this morning I was lightening myself up in the loo and was ANALysing things going on in my turbulent life... Came to my brain was a relative with whome there is no longer any relation; a guy who is a swashbuckling sportsman.. a very courageous man for whom any sport was just as easy to play as easy an easy girl is for a playboy... I still miss this guy ( uncle now ) in my life as I thought that if he was still with me at the time when I was growing up, it would have been a much more interesting game play with him, however, in his stead who I got was not a very bad deal.. I was surrounded by many spiritual people whose lives are filled with hope and vigour... Wonder how they maintain it in them in such a disorderly world ? By chanting.. chanting to oneself.. for things to be fine.. hoping against all hopes... Like a mighty river that is ever flowing.. Yesterday I read an article of Shehan Karunatilaka... who is an award winning author of book Chinaman and he said" Eastern Mysticism is no match for Western Professionalism"... Disagreed !!! Eastern mysticism is hugely influencing professional life of people in the east as well as in the west.. People by comprehending that there is something within themselves that cannot be comprehended gives them the power to realise their true potential and there they go.. performing at their workplaces.. tranforming their lives with their blood, sweat and tears... not only that, but doing that for people surrounding them... so it should rather be "Eastern mysticism transforming worldly professionalism"...
My headache
My head aches as I go through the JLF ( Jaiput Literature Festival ) website and the list of speakers that speak in it. The reason for my headache is not the long strenous walk I had in the scorching heat @ 2 pm with the colleague I hate, but because of realising that I covet to write, but do not, for reasons that are not yet being disclosed to my conscience. Reading the authors now make me sick to my stomach and I only do it with the intention of learning a new word or two... ( Regret not learning these words while I was in the infamous NEPS, Mayapuri, which had its reputation not majorly because of great acedemics , but because of teen sex that happened in the gym that was constructed in the basement of our school for reasons other than working out!!! The other reason for my headache is the repressed hate that is still there in my sub-consious brain for people, whom I don't even remember.. As Khushwant singh says: " Unrepressed hate can be a catharsis"... I am looking forward to spew my venom at the people that I hate and I am not ashamed to admitting that.. Thats for now.. My head feels better...
PS: This does not comes from a coherent brain but from the beautiful mind that is scarred with the experiences of the past !!!
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