Sunday 24 March 2013

Experience Doesn't Lie.


It is often seen that the old aged ones sit idly at one place allotted to them in their homes. It is seen that no one listens to them, with an excuse of not having enough time. It is seen that teenagers flinch when the elderly ones begin with their tales. It is seen, yet ignored. No one cares. Why should they? They’re of a different era, have things to tell, that can’t be applied today. Right? No. Wrong.

I’ve always lived away from relatives, and with a bunch of three others, like a nuclear family. For the first time, have I got a chance to live with my grandmother, and experiences with her have been worthwhile!
Every time I’m away from magnetism or Einstein’s energy-mass conversions, I find myself beside her. I’ve heard her for over a year now. It’s been thought provoking.

The way she thinks is like what babies do today. The way she sees things, in their simple and pristine form is what sets her aside from the ‘mechanized’ adults of the generation, her sons and daughter. Wishing for a simple life, longing only for necessities, having hardly any desires, she laughs at us all getting clumsier and sillier in these times.

She described to me her village, and the customs they had then. She told me about how bad it was for boys and girls to mingle. I learnt that my great grandmother was a really strong lady and great grandfather a poet! She told me storied about her childhood, and the friends she had then. Times when she was much more naive than five year olds today. Times where they didn’t know about bad things, nor did they ever crave to. Times when they had little, but enough to set the family in an air of happiness and sheer.

There were questions asked to us on farewell, and I asked her two.

The first question was, ‘If you could travel in time, what time would you go in?’ She said (in Hindi) that she would go to the past, only to lead the simpler life without phones and televisions. Times when time would fly and yet there would be enough for family. When there was no wastage of resources and each one had what he needed. When everyone was fit, and there were no things as ‘pizzas aur tizzas’ as she put it. She showed no interest in the future. It was nil.

This thought made we wonder that, man today wants to see the future, where he is heading to (which certainly does not seem heavenly!) but no one really wants to know where they’ve come from!

The second question I asked her was, ‘If you could choose an age, which one would you choose?’ I thought she would say infancy, as I would. But she had a different perception on that too! She said that she would choose youth. Youth, the time when everyone could do their work themselves. No dependencies on anyone! And when I asked her, ‘Why not babyhood?’ She said, she wouldn’t choose that under any circumstances! The reason being that the baby doesn’t know who he is. He doesn’t know his surroundings. A young man knows himself, his aim, and can work for the world. She pointed out to that fact, that we’re humans, the superior race. We need to know, understand and work.

So, that old lady, or the old man, who sits idly has lots going on in their minds. They have tons to share and tons to grab. Learn from them, and make them learn. (Like I taught mine the life cycle of a malaria parasite and interactions in a honeycomb.) It’s an experience that will teach you morals.

A few things may sound silly. But, don’t forget to sit silently, and while you meditate (if you do) or maybe, whenever you’re alone, away from the ‘gadgets’. You could ask your inner-self, only to know that their experience isn’t lying. They know the mystic works of the world!


Daadi.



Thursday 21 March 2013

Don't read. It's nonsense. Crap.

I started writing about Leonardo da Vinci, as promised in the previous post, but I wanted something light for now. After all, unlike him, I'm a mere 21st century teenager (almost adult) who lives on for good grades, and getting into a good college via NEET. Keeping the shallow desires apart, let's talk about...I don't know! (Riya, I need topics!)

Okay, how about a something to do with a product. More of a review? I bought this L'oreal total repair five hair masque just yesterday, and used it today. I believed it wouldn't do great things, but I was wrong. This product, worth Rs.325, is a wow! It makes hair soft, and it smells good. Only if I had waited to use it tomorrow, have to go out na!

So, buy it. Thanks.


Wednesday 20 March 2013

Every Title Would Feel Vague (except this!)

A few people have lived by, and trust me, I feel so shallow when I talk about them. But, sincerely, some of them, never cease to fascinate me. May it be their life, their adventures, what they taught the world or just whatsoever! Today, at half past midnight, I had the urge, to let you be enlightened on the men (sad, none are females!) that have caught my attention where ever I've come across their name. Usually, in the pages of history, but history that created a new vision for the world as a whole. People who can never be forgotten. There may be many, but I'll talk about the three that I would love to meet and learn from. (I know, vague, impossible, but maybe, I meet them in some afterlife. There is always hope. If people meet God, these are just dead people, aren't they?)

So, with an undefined order, I'll list their names. How unimaginably tiny I feel while introducing them, I mean their names! They're Chanakya (Indian), Leonardo Da Vinci (Italian) and Nostradamus (French). It's amazing to see how great civilisations yield great people. Yes, I'm pointing to the inability of not-well-rooted countries like USA to do so. Keeping grudges aside, here is the beginning of the article. 

Let me begin with Nostradamus, just as fun is the fun of pronouncing his name, that scary and mind-boggling-ly crazy, unimaginable is his work. Many won't know, so for them, Nostradamus, is our very own 'The Man Who Saw Tomorrow!' 




After reading about him on many websites, what I could infer more about him, was that he was psychic. It's sad to use that word for him, but tho whole idea of having records telling us that he was educated by his great-grandfather who dies when Nastro was an year old is a but difficult to regard as sane. Having to his credit 6,338 prophecies, which predicted for thousands of years to come makes his personality more sacred, or rather very touched. Touched, in both, the touched and blessed sense.



Mr. Nostradamus, predicted the rise of Antichrists, one being Hitler, whom he referred to as Hister. He predicted the fall of the entire of Europe by the Arabs. (Yet to happen!) He describes an Arabian, wearing a blue turban, who shall contaminate the waters of the Mediterranean, such that eating the fish will kill men. Crazy eh? We'll call is heavy nuclear weapons. He called him the third Antichrist. He mentions about India, as the land where three seas meet, and talks about a man who'll save the world from the ultimate destruction. From a few of his prophecies, it's clear that to that man, Thursdays will be holy. And aren't thursdays attributed to Sai baba? Guess work involved. 

Overall, he predicted about the Ottoman empire, Hitler, Louis Pasteur, Kennedy's assassination, Princess Diana's death, French revolution, 9/11 very aptly. He predicted the end of the world too! This is how he described it: 


"But my Son… I tell you, that I have seen it thus: there will be FLOODS of such nature that no place on this world will not be affected and for a long time everything will be beneath the surface of water and everything will be destroyed, with the exception of the weather and space."

He wrote it in his letter to his son. And the end is predicted to be 7000 years after the writing of this letter. He says his prophecies could not go beyond the 39th century.

That has a while, so I can say, my generation might escape the 'Ghor Kalyug!'
Overall, that's Nostradamus. A weird, yet fascinating man.

You can buy DVDs about him. That's where most of this comes from. (Really, read his prophecies. This post is just like an introduction to the powers of a human, who had a humane mind, and yet did the things we won't want to believe. Somewhere, down there, we all do.)



I'll write about the rest later. It's 1.00am! I'll update with pictures too. It promotes reading, doesn't it?

Late addition: He has an entire book full of such prophecies that is missing, further, he predicted WWIII. He also referred to 2012 and 2013, as the 'times of trouble!'

Again, you can read more here. There are a hundred websites, but this one covers almost all.

Friday 8 March 2013

Love the Life you Live, Live the Life you Love: My Foot! (Full version.)


Living and loving, were synonymous words. When I say this, I’m probably talking about the era of the Bible or maybe the Satya Yuga, times when Jesus and Rama dwelled on with a backbone of love, and not the (fat) flesh. I might even be going wrong at places, because despite the fact that the Ramayana encircled around love in search of a lovable life, eventually, society predominated the love life. Even then, you couldn’t live the life you love, and it was worse then. Laxmana’s wife lived (rather died each day) for fourteen years without him, Rama lived without his father, couldn’t even witness his dead body. What do you call this? Living the life you love?

Basically, my point it, no matter what the epoch, era, whatsoever; life never really offers you a wholesome chance to love. Maybe, the Kal Yuga is even better, since we betray the systems of life and nature to lead the lovable life. But eventually, we’re trapping ourselves to a life worse.

I’ve written confusing stuff eh?

Let me make it clear. In simple language. 



When a child is born, he wants to get back into to warmth of the womb, when we’re put into school, we resist the whole idea. We always want to grow old, and then desire to be young again. We want to earn and spend for ourselves, but then realize that living at someone’s expense was much easier. Simply, we’re sacrificing at each step of life, moving ahead with huger and heavier baggage. And then somewhere, on some billboard (like me) you’ll come across: “Love the Life you live, Live the Life you Love!” * Freakin’ S#!t.* You spit out the words, and with anger and guilt somewhere, you move ahead thinking of how well advertisements could make fun of your life.

My father, depicted this to me one day, when I asked him if he was happy with life, and why he thought so much for making little decisions about where to invest and where to settle. Whether he should send me abroad, or let me go to my own country. These decisions were little to me. They seemed way easier than deciding what to wear to a party, at that age of 13.

He said, “Life is like a pyramid, the broad base being your childhood. You have lots of place to run around. You can jump and be ecstatic and will have no harm caused. Then you become teenagers. You reach a newer level. The base gets narrower. You can run, but not too far, or you’ll lose path. Then you become adults. This time, it’s not just you. There’s your wife, your kids, and their lives depend on you. Level three is very hard. A little mistake and you fall of the edge. Along with your family.” He told me, that he was on level three. So he couldn’t just chose what he wanted and couldn’t keep us to himself. He has taken his decision. It’s not depriving him of love, but it’s not what he would have loved.

Being a hippie is great. You distribute peace and love. But what about those who can’t be hippies? Not all are born with silver spoons, and not all die with them. Yet life goes on.  We live the life society makes us live. We read the great quotations, and sigh day and night. But, we still chose to live. The brave ones do.  They just somehow find a way to love the life they’re bound to live. Destined to. And when they learn how to find the lost happiness in their miserable lives, they die leaving behind theories of loving life.



So, let’s all just love the life we live, even if it’s not the life we love.









I just thought I’d post the lyrics of one of my favorite songs.

“Raindrops keep falling on my head
And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothin' seems to fit
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

So I just did me some talkin' to the sun
And I said I didn't like the way he' got things done
Sleepin' on the job
Those raindrops are falling on my head, they keep falling

But there's one thing I know
The blues he sends to meet me won't defeat me
It won't be long till happiness steps up to greet me
Raindrops keep falling on my head 

But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red
Crying's not for me
Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothing's worrying me!”

[My comment (not needed, yet I intend to share)]: And then of course, it might just be raining men, raining so strong, that it’s soaking wet! *Insert the stupidest, yet happiest expression you’ve ever seen here.* :{D .


Wednesday 6 March 2013

Love the life you live, live the life you love: MY FOOT!




It's just the pictures now, probably, trying to explain what I may write about.
I'll do it later, when time permits. 


*Coming Soon!*




Out of Nowhere.

I just decided to write a post, not out of boredom, since I have lots to do. But the fact that I can't complete an entire chapter of  'Solutions' for my upcoming Chemistry examination, in the fifteen minutes I have before lunch, I chose to write.

Having no clue about what I can talk about at the moment, I'll just tell you about how situations are. I'm done with two of the highly-used-for-judging-a-child's-brain's board examinations: English and Physics. Frankly, they didn't even feels like 'BOARDS', but the feeling was negotiable enough. I can't say I chucked them so well, but I believe I've not chucked them, so damn horribly. Enough to fetch me what I deserve, hopefully more than that.

I have to do Chemistry, loads of it in the remaining week. I don't want to. But life doesn't ask you, 'Would you like to show the world how smart and intelligent you really are?' 

I think I'll end it here, because the sound of GTA coming from my brother's XBOX is getting on my nerves. And of course, I'm hungry.