My one year old nephew Abhiraj. He may sound quiet while sleeping but I must assure that he can turn any normal ear to deafness by his shrieks.
All my love for him.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Photo Album : The Sleeping Beauty
My one year old nephew Abhiraj. He may sound quiet while sleeping but I must assure that he can turn any normal ear to deafness by his shrieks.
All my love for him.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
The Manchurian Candidates Of Dantewada
The morning of 26th April brought with itself a shocking news scribbled on an esteemed daily news paper regarding naxalite activities in Dantewada district. The news said that Yelam (a maoist leader active in Abhujhmad) has announced a new program in which the pregnant women have to deliver their child in temporary camps under constant observation of medical specialists of Woman Revolutionary Organization so that these children can be made devoted fully for the maoist ideology.
This about to take place brainwash reminded me of Richard Condon's thriller novel "The Manchurian Candidate" in which the lead character is brainwashed to become an unwilling assassin of communist party. Thanks to Mr. Condon, this unfortunate event never takes place & the world is being saved. But how the Manchurian candidates of Dantewada will be stopped ?
Though, it's not at all a new thing that Yelam has programmed for it is being done from centuries to brainwash the child into some ideology as soon as they start breathing. The communist ideology albeit it's claim of being the one where religion is considered to be opium of masses & has always covered itself under the atheist cloak but still no less it's methodology is different from it's counterpart. Demented Friedrich Nietzsche has the right answer of this perplexity, for he moans that one should be aware of fighting the devil, there is every chance of becoming the devil itself in the end. Fairly enough, in this case, one has all right to decide which one is devil. I enjoy liberty of being in the middle where both are devil for me.
The disturbing news roots in the future when we will be surrounded by the brainwashed Maoists, their eyes soared by the ideology that has been fed into them when they weren't capable enough to oppose it. The only way for them is to accept it all meekly paving the path of their becoming fidayeens .
A very good friend of mine once wrote in his poem
All is well,
All is hell.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
The Story Of Storyteller
I got my hands on another of Tushar Waghela's painting : The Storyteller.
It came at the right time, I was really in need of a storyteller.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Notes To Myself : Interview with the first noble truth
It all changed with the blink of eye, turning every thing in my world Topsy- turvy, upside down. The people on whom I rested my soul as an emotional hideaway, backed out. Friends became enemy & lovers converted their religion to haters. This wasn't a phenomenon occurring in a single day rather it progressed slowly to strangle my throat. It happened in weeks behind my back & I merrily was sipping the wine that illusion was offering me.
I put myself in the accused box this time. It was I who invited the bull by showing him a red cloth. Now, when the bull has hit me on my ass I cannot go on whining about being a matador. I chose to be the matador & the danger of hitting by the bull came uninvited.
Tonight, it seems that Gautam the Buddha himself stands in front of my weak eyes with the flowers of his four noble truths:- 1. Life means suffering Dukkha, 2. desires bring suffering Samudaya, 3. the cessation of suffering is attainable Nirodha 4. the path to cessation of suffering Magga.
I am only aware with the first flower that Buddha offers, Dukkha ( still has some guts remaining to call it flower ). The rest is all words for me, for my soul still creeps in the hollow depth of life where it's all very dark.
But still I can hear the voice coming out of Ghaib ( nowhere ), calling me for a giant leap towards Buddha's eighth noble path "Sammasati" where every thing submerges in the existence.
I apologies to myself since I am the one responsible to bring my self in such a state.
I salute you Diogenes ( the teacher of art of ignorance ) for giving me a hand at such a crucial time of my life when every hand took no time to depart.
Friday, April 06, 2007
My Most Preferred Art works
I present here my most preferred art works, wherein I feel the need of making it clear that they are not in order of preference.
1) Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh
Starry night has always let me unveil the door of the world that is forbidden. It's the world of our inner self. Although, it's creator Vincent Van Gogh wasn't satisfied after it was completed. He thought that some thing else was to be done in this work which he couldn't able to. This, he confessed to his brother Theo in a letter.
This unusual work portrays a village & graveyard in the background while the tree in the front is uncommonly taller.
In my opinion the tree resembles human hand which is trying hard to touch the sky which is resembling infinity. For me, desires aren't infinite but there is always a desire of infinite. This desire is present in all of us in some or other form, some of us aware of this while some aren't. There has been from ages in humans a want to take a quantum leap from the world that we all see to the world that exist beyond this. Buddha's Nibbana was nothing other this quantum leap. The Vedic verses of "Mrityorma Amritam Gamay" (Take me from death to deathlessness) has been the desire of every human since the evolution of our breed.
It's expression has been one of the most difficult one since it goes beyond the words. Art in some extent has the strength to express.
For me, Vincent Van Gogh's Starry Night has been the sutra of vedic verses.
2) Rembrandt's Philosopher In Meditation
What's human mind ? Rembrandt's Philosopher In Meditation answers it visually.
Philosophy & meditation, in my opinion cannot co-exist. Mediation starts where the philosophy ends. It's just like the difference between word & wordless.
I am in love with this work since it suggests to me the shape of human mind. In it a philosopher is sitting in a dark room with light coming only from window & stairs beside him go in puzzling way to up somewhere. This in perfect sense we are. Our mind functions in a puzzling way while we try to meditate on some affair ( though mediation only occurs when there is no affair). The stairs resembles the unending thought process of ours leading us to no where.
Rest is all dark.
3)Picasso's Guernica
Wow ! The one who believes in melancholy that ugly cant be beautiful must see this work of Picasso. Guernica is the painting by Picasso after the brutal bombing of the town of Guernica on April 26th 1937 during the Spanish civil war by Hitler's Luftwaffe killing almost 2000 people.
Following the theme it shows the brutality & violence portraying the after math of . The crushed skull & a soldier on the ground along with a horse injured by spear & a bull in panic shows us that when the sky is falling no one is spared.
Interestingly, Picasso also painted a flower growing out of the dead soldier's severed hands shattered by sword. In my opinion, he just wanted to tell us that the hands that can create, can also destroy.
What more attrocities can we do on our fellow human beings.
The dark back ground shows the silence after the destruction with a light bulb on the head of the horse depicting the hope of re-creation.
A woman, dumb-struck seeing blankly over the whole mess with astonishment depicting the mother nature of what we have done to ourselves.
Funnily, Picasso never expressed any views on this work & left it merely on every individual viewer.
4) Michelangelo's Pieta
Michelangelo's Pieta is one of those fews which unveiled the thick cover of egotism glued on my eyes & let out the saline water. I saw it placed beyond a glass cover in Vatican but at once I found it communicating with me.
Done on the tender age of 24 by Michelangelo, this work being the only on which he scribbled his name.
The statue shows Mary Holding Jesus right after his crucification, focusing right on the emotions of Mary. Her Motherly charm is vanishing with the holding of her son's dead body who has been punished for saying truth.
Mary is the mother. It reminds me of my own, while I trust that anyone seeing it would naturally be emphatic.
5) Tushar Waghela's Golden Buddha
Golden Buddha done by Tushar, an artist from Bhilai & more importantly a very good friend of mine, forced me to drive myself from the state of loquaciousness to taciturnity. I couldn't utter a word when I saw it for the first time while he was questioning me like Sherlock Holmes about how I felt for this work.
He painted Buddha in the color golden which has been for me the color of celebration. Buddha celebrating ? Thats what the tough job was. Buddha is considered to sitting meditatively under a tree but with the color golden Buddha seems to be breaking his image & dancing like Alexis Zorba. In the back ground he has painted various figure some of which human which in my opinion is nothing other than his depiction of human mind, while the Buddha super ceding the figures depicting the supervision of Buddha on his mind & transforming from Siddhartha Gautam to Gautam the Buddha.
Still the calmness on his face, for me, is very meditative. It's a communication that occurred between him & Mahakashaypa some twenty five centuries ago.
A work that snatched words from my tongue.
These are my five most preferred works ( not in order of preference). The views that I expressed on these works are entirely my own & can be objected by any one else. The reader has full liberty to disagree.
1) Starry Night by Vincent Van Gogh
Starry night has always let me unveil the door of the world that is forbidden. It's the world of our inner self. Although, it's creator Vincent Van Gogh wasn't satisfied after it was completed. He thought that some thing else was to be done in this work which he couldn't able to. This, he confessed to his brother Theo in a letter.
This unusual work portrays a village & graveyard in the background while the tree in the front is uncommonly taller.
In my opinion the tree resembles human hand which is trying hard to touch the sky which is resembling infinity. For me, desires aren't infinite but there is always a desire of infinite. This desire is present in all of us in some or other form, some of us aware of this while some aren't. There has been from ages in humans a want to take a quantum leap from the world that we all see to the world that exist beyond this. Buddha's Nibbana was nothing other this quantum leap. The Vedic verses of "Mrityorma Amritam Gamay" (Take me from death to deathlessness) has been the desire of every human since the evolution of our breed.
It's expression has been one of the most difficult one since it goes beyond the words. Art in some extent has the strength to express.
For me, Vincent Van Gogh's Starry Night has been the sutra of vedic verses.
2) Rembrandt's Philosopher In Meditation
What's human mind ? Rembrandt's Philosopher In Meditation answers it visually.
Philosophy & meditation, in my opinion cannot co-exist. Mediation starts where the philosophy ends. It's just like the difference between word & wordless.
I am in love with this work since it suggests to me the shape of human mind. In it a philosopher is sitting in a dark room with light coming only from window & stairs beside him go in puzzling way to up somewhere. This in perfect sense we are. Our mind functions in a puzzling way while we try to meditate on some affair ( though mediation only occurs when there is no affair). The stairs resembles the unending thought process of ours leading us to no where.
Rest is all dark.
3)Picasso's Guernica
Wow ! The one who believes in melancholy that ugly cant be beautiful must see this work of Picasso. Guernica is the painting by Picasso after the brutal bombing of the town of Guernica on April 26th 1937 during the Spanish civil war by Hitler's Luftwaffe killing almost 2000 people.
Following the theme it shows the brutality & violence portraying the after math of . The crushed skull & a soldier on the ground along with a horse injured by spear & a bull in panic shows us that when the sky is falling no one is spared.
Interestingly, Picasso also painted a flower growing out of the dead soldier's severed hands shattered by sword. In my opinion, he just wanted to tell us that the hands that can create, can also destroy.
What more attrocities can we do on our fellow human beings.
The dark back ground shows the silence after the destruction with a light bulb on the head of the horse depicting the hope of re-creation.
A woman, dumb-struck seeing blankly over the whole mess with astonishment depicting the mother nature of what we have done to ourselves.
Funnily, Picasso never expressed any views on this work & left it merely on every individual viewer.
4) Michelangelo's Pieta
Michelangelo's Pieta is one of those fews which unveiled the thick cover of egotism glued on my eyes & let out the saline water. I saw it placed beyond a glass cover in Vatican but at once I found it communicating with me.
Done on the tender age of 24 by Michelangelo, this work being the only on which he scribbled his name.
The statue shows Mary Holding Jesus right after his crucification, focusing right on the emotions of Mary. Her Motherly charm is vanishing with the holding of her son's dead body who has been punished for saying truth.
Mary is the mother. It reminds me of my own, while I trust that anyone seeing it would naturally be emphatic.
5) Tushar Waghela's Golden Buddha
Golden Buddha done by Tushar, an artist from Bhilai & more importantly a very good friend of mine, forced me to drive myself from the state of loquaciousness to taciturnity. I couldn't utter a word when I saw it for the first time while he was questioning me like Sherlock Holmes about how I felt for this work.
He painted Buddha in the color golden which has been for me the color of celebration. Buddha celebrating ? Thats what the tough job was. Buddha is considered to sitting meditatively under a tree but with the color golden Buddha seems to be breaking his image & dancing like Alexis Zorba. In the back ground he has painted various figure some of which human which in my opinion is nothing other than his depiction of human mind, while the Buddha super ceding the figures depicting the supervision of Buddha on his mind & transforming from Siddhartha Gautam to Gautam the Buddha.
Still the calmness on his face, for me, is very meditative. It's a communication that occurred between him & Mahakashaypa some twenty five centuries ago.
A work that snatched words from my tongue.
These are my five most preferred works ( not in order of preference). The views that I expressed on these works are entirely my own & can be objected by any one else. The reader has full liberty to disagree.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Notes To Myself :- Back To School
After a series of disrupted thoughts I decided to degrade myself. I made up my mind to join University once again (I' ve been an Engineering student ). This time though on a totally different aspect of eduction : Arts.
It may be surprising when I call it my degradation but I have a reason for it. University has never given me anything. Not exactly, that I was unwilling to accept what it had to offer but the simple phenomenon of education never went down my throat. I have a different view towards learning, for learning has nothing to do with what we call eduction. Learning is an event happening only when the learner's mind is totally acceptable.
I rather chose to consume whatever that came in my way. I vagabonded my spirit across the realms of philosophy, psychology, history, literature, language & whatever it was possible to read ( even spent some time reading health & fitness magazine). I must confess here that I found virtually nothing in them. All the great authors & authoresses of human history had nothing to offer other than words. Words & words all around. I have seen it up to that extent that I assumed as if I have lost in the jungle of words.
Then why I am degrading my self. B'coz I have sold myself for the saline taste of university again which in return will grant me a degree.
Post Scrpit :- I would be highly obliged if any of the reader can send me links regarding admission in distance learning/correspondence courses by any respectable university.
It may be surprising when I call it my degradation but I have a reason for it. University has never given me anything. Not exactly, that I was unwilling to accept what it had to offer but the simple phenomenon of education never went down my throat. I have a different view towards learning, for learning has nothing to do with what we call eduction. Learning is an event happening only when the learner's mind is totally acceptable.
I rather chose to consume whatever that came in my way. I vagabonded my spirit across the realms of philosophy, psychology, history, literature, language & whatever it was possible to read ( even spent some time reading health & fitness magazine). I must confess here that I found virtually nothing in them. All the great authors & authoresses of human history had nothing to offer other than words. Words & words all around. I have seen it up to that extent that I assumed as if I have lost in the jungle of words.
Then why I am degrading my self. B'coz I have sold myself for the saline taste of university again which in return will grant me a degree.
Post Scrpit :- I would be highly obliged if any of the reader can send me links regarding admission in distance learning/correspondence courses by any respectable university.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Notes To Myself :- The within, The without
Just day before yesterday, I saw a message blinking on my mobile phone as soon as I woke up from my after noon siesta. The message was from one of my very close person, alleging of some thing that I wouldn't even dream of. At first, I thought that its just a jest cracked upon me as a postmortem of 1st April (fools day) but with the passage of time & the increasing number of incoming messages I knew that the person is damn serious in alleging me.
Wow! the person knew me from at least one & half years & now accusing me of doing such thing that I hated most in my life. I don't blame the person rather I would blame the mentality that we all possess. To put trust on some one is one of the most difficult jobs for us. We just trust our own judgments whatever & in however shape they are. We judge others in a way that they always should fall inferior to us.
I am quite indifferent to the allegations. I cannot help it, since I never knew that one day I will also stand accused for the thing that throws dirt on all the wisdom (bigger or smaller, no matter) I have inculcated. For me, even to stand guarding my self against such things is shameful. I cannot go convincing anyone since the very idea of convincing others simply shows that deep down we aren't even convinced.
Then how I am going to defend ? Well, I will never. It's just like convincing some one that I am a human being a & not a devil. But the lesson that I have learned from this that we are enslaved by time. Time decides our feeling for other, time decides for us how to judge others, time decides for us when to hate & when not to. I am no more a slave of time. I don't judge others because I know I simple rule of life that my feet are not in their shoes.
It may put a impression that I am just forgiving the person for such thing. In fact, there is nothing to forgive. I am not that superior to forgive anyone but I am always capable of forgiving just myself. So I simply forgive myself.
Rest is absolutely perfect.
Wow! the person knew me from at least one & half years & now accusing me of doing such thing that I hated most in my life. I don't blame the person rather I would blame the mentality that we all possess. To put trust on some one is one of the most difficult jobs for us. We just trust our own judgments whatever & in however shape they are. We judge others in a way that they always should fall inferior to us.
I am quite indifferent to the allegations. I cannot help it, since I never knew that one day I will also stand accused for the thing that throws dirt on all the wisdom (bigger or smaller, no matter) I have inculcated. For me, even to stand guarding my self against such things is shameful. I cannot go convincing anyone since the very idea of convincing others simply shows that deep down we aren't even convinced.
Then how I am going to defend ? Well, I will never. It's just like convincing some one that I am a human being a & not a devil. But the lesson that I have learned from this that we are enslaved by time. Time decides our feeling for other, time decides for us how to judge others, time decides for us when to hate & when not to. I am no more a slave of time. I don't judge others because I know I simple rule of life that my feet are not in their shoes.
It may put a impression that I am just forgiving the person for such thing. In fact, there is nothing to forgive. I am not that superior to forgive anyone but I am always capable of forgiving just myself. So I simply forgive myself.
Rest is absolutely perfect.
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