“My perception is my reality!”

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I heard this phrase after a very long time in a conversation recently. It’s not a revelation of course… it is one of those truths that  dawn upon you with the practicalities of day to day life even though you have known them to be facts since the beginning of time.

So, as is the case with my perception, my reality too is not real in the truest form of the word. When I can’t claim to be in complete cognizance of my own self in all aspects, I can’t expect others to know me any better either. But that’s beyond the point.

My point is, how justified are we in forming opinions and passing judgments about people when we know in the back of our minds that it’s all a game of situational perceptions? We are all well meaning good souls at the end of the day. Each one of us (and I speak of the normal dwellers of the harmless world, not the loonies who terrorize or create havoc, though they too are good souls lost in some mad world, but for the sake of simplicity, let’s just keep them out of the purview of this discussion) has a light inside that is unique, noble and divine.

And we are so many people bundled in one! To our parents we are little angels who brighten their worlds, to our siblings we are comrades who share room and laughs and secrets, to our friends we are like-minded people who they love to spend time with, to our foes we are monsters who have come to life only to make their lives miserable and to strangers we are another one of those interesting people they run into and forget about every other day. But are we any of that really? Perhaps we are a shade of one and a shade of another and an absolute contrast of a few of those perceived people, but none of them are really completely us!

At the risk of sounding self righteous and conceited, I have to mention here that I have always subconsciously tried to know people for an indefinite period of time. Not that I make an effort to do this, but I have never been able to claim to know a person completely… because I can’t! It’s like calling something a “fixed variable”! It’s paradoxical! I can’t know something that’s ever changing completely. And much as I would wish I can’t expect people to fit in my mold of perception infinitely! The mold has to be readjusted as and however a person changes with time.

My friends could be devils I choose to adore and my foes could be angels who rubbed me the wrong way! I could be an insufferable royal pain in the neck who just believes in her methods! It’s a make believe world after all… I make my own beliefs and discard them when they become unbelievable. But that doesn’t make me any real than anything else around me. It’s just how I choose to be…today… in fact, it’s just how I choose to see things at this moment!

Long Hauls

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It doesn’t come every wakeful moment… But at times like these when there is nothing else to do but get out of one long flight and wait for another, it comes after like a seductress would on an isolated island.

Boredom engages in style… It takes its hostage on an all-expense-paid trip to painful pursuits that can be forgotten but not forgone.

Sitting in the food court of the airport killing time with a cup of coffee, staring at the sky from the open windows at the roof he sighs… She would have loved this kind of life…

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A new 100 word story from the same prompt by Susie!

Destiny

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Find your roots, you’ll be fine, the master had said.

He will lead the way… He will take you with him…

But Master, how will I know it’s him?

The master had smiled. Go now; follow the stars in the nights and the signs in the days…

And she had done so for a hundred years now. Finally the day had arrived.

She had stopped here and waited for signs, none came. But this museum held her strongly.

And then she saw him walking on the top floor. It was master’s estranged son! She stood there paralyzed. Had Master known?

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Another 100 word fiction for the awesome photo prompt by Susie Lindau! ( Madison you are dearly missed! :)  )

When the Going gets Tough…

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She closed the door behind her, the letter still in her hand.

Unfortunately we have to conclude that we do not have a good fit at this time, it read.

She walked away from the concrete road to the barren hills. A sight stopped her, made her sit down, tears filling her eyes.

An oak-nut had found its way in this disparate land of rocks and sparse soil, and had rooted itself determinedly. There will be an oak tree in this unseemly place soon, much to everyone’s surprise.

And she happily started for home. She too will surprise the world!

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Inspired by this 100 Word photo prompt by Madison:

The Seeker and The Sought

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I had spotted them last night and a few nights before. Wrapped only in a cotton saffron cloth waist-down they always walked barefoot on the snow. I had never seen anyone dressed up like that in this part of the world. They looked harmless, in fact they looked benevolent. The one time they had seen me following them, the leader of the group had turned and smiled, his right hand raised in blessing. I had felt so stupid hiding behind the bushes a confused smile stuck on my face. By the time I exposed myself completely, mumbling something about having lost my coin there, they were already gone. That was the closest I had come to them. Their skin shone like the sun and their foreheads were smeared with a saffron colored paste.

I had transfigured into a dog to follow them last night. A dog lost in the snow was a perfect disguise I thought. My body would stay warm too. But something about the way they looked at me told me they had seen through it. I kept my distance and followed them nonetheless. I had to know who these men were, and what pull they possessed on me. How did I end up encountering them so many times when no one else in the town had even heard of them? It could not be a coincidence that I had inadvertently cancelled my routine plans to be at the most unlikely of places and spot them, not once or twice but each time I spotted them. They always knew I would be there. They would smile and look at me, nod in greeting and walk away without speaking.

I remember what happened last night in such details that I can still run it in my head in slow motion frame by frame. They had stopped at this very place and turned towards me. One of them had tears in his eyes as he walked towards me and cupped my face in his hands.

“So Long Son… How have you been?”

I don’t know why but something stirred inside me. A strange feeling of longing took over. I was certain I had never seen this man before, or anyone else present there.

The leader walked behind the man and gave his shoulder a little squeeze.

“Now is not the time. He is not ready yet. Maybe next time”

The leader turned towards me and smiled radiantly.

“You will be one of us very soon. I know it doesn’t add up right now. Have patience. Last time we met, you had fought me, and you had met me like a hunter. Today you meet me like a seeker. Next time you will find me on your own. You will insist on coming with me and I will relent. How long can I keep you away from me after all? You are so dear to me; you are a part of me!”

“Go home son. Your wife is getting worried. She is a great soul. One day, she will lead you to us. Not in this life but in another one.” said the other man.

My eyes quivered and welled. I slouched unable to speak due to my current form. Next thing I knew they all turned into flames and disappeared in thin air.

I am still standing here waiting but I don’t think they are coming back again. It’s dawn now. I am feeling lonely and forlorn. I think I should head back home.

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This write up has three main influences:

  1.  Madison’s photo prompt
  2.  Autobiography of a Yogi
  3.  Harry Potter Series!

Ho Ho Ho Ho!! :)

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“What do you see in ‘em?!” He growled. “I’m faster, sturdier!”

The old man laughed, “But Ted darling, you’re more! Now lemme go. It’s a long night”.

“I will take you. I won’t let you go with ‘em again!” Ted softened now but was still adamant.

“Who’ll look after the place? Sure you know that’s more important? I trust only you with that. C’mon now kid”.

Ted woofed with pride and gave way.

One tug at the reindeers and the old man was gone. The jingle of the bells on his sledge audible long after it disappeared in the snow.

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100 Words story written in the spirit of Christmas (albeit a bit delayed! :D )

Cue taken from here courtesy Madison! :)

What was that?

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“You never listen to me” she said, smiling indulgently at the man across the table. Her eyes looked intensely at him as she raised the glass of wine.

“When don’t I? I am your slave, can’t you see?” he replied laughing, arms thrown open defenselessly.

The musical atmosphere of the restaurant in the middle of the yacht is interrupted briefly by the shattering of the glass window. A bug goes shooting past the woman who ducks with practiced reflex and pierces some portly gentleman sitting at the bar. He collapses immediately.

The woman is suddenly alert. “What was that?”

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Cue taken from here.

The Show must go on!

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I have been thinking about how to go about this post for a very long time now. Nothing seemed convincing enough as the large number of discarded drafts in my folder would tell you. Finally I realized I can’t do justice to this year with the sorry number of words that I know and can think of at the moment. Anything I write about it won’t be enough. And that was pretty liberating!

It has been a very dramatic year to say the least. Politically of course we saw innumerable unrests and civil wars and the massive internal socio-political campaign against corruption. It’s been a year of redemptions and follies, cover ups and goof ups. But that’s not what I mean when I say it’s been a dramatic year. Being the self centered, irrational centre of this little cyber corner, I say this to sum up the events that played out in my life in this one year.

I had a premonition when the year started and when I took a contemplative walk in my neighborhood mulling over what lied ahead. But I have to say nothing I had anticipated came even close to how each day played out in the last one year. The rest of my post is going to be sermon like. But that would be in line with the theme of the year too. For at the risk of sounding like a demented follower of faith, I would have to say I got quite a few divine lectures this year.

Here are my notes from the past:

  1. “Stay away”/ “Don’t take it lying down” Sermon
  • Stay away from cynics.

Cynics have a way of rubbing into you how grossly overvalued every trace of liveliness and happiness in this world is. That everything at the end of the day is some chemicals unbalancing another set of chemicals. That we live waiting to die and after we die nothing really matters so we might as well live dead.

You know better than that. So steer clear.

  • Stay away from self deprecating thinkers

Ever seen one of those thinking man statues? If not you can check one here. It’s a great work of art. But I can bet the guy who made it did not sit in that pose thinking about making it. He made it. He thought of doing it, he did it. Period.

But there are people who take inspiration from the sculpture and not the sculptor and think endlessly about why not to do something when every trace of logic tells them they should do or at least try. It starts with “it’s too tough. I can’t do it”, goes on to “nah, it’s too lame, it’s not worth it” and finally reaches the stage of “I don’t think I can ever do anything in life. This world… it’s mean and nasty and it doesn’t deserve me. Let me think what I can do about it”. And the famous pose of course.

  • Stay away from Self inflating buffoons (no I did not confuse my Fs and Ls)

This is the most amusing breed of all. One I relate with the least and one that never ceases to amuse me. They are the centre of any universe they decide to visit. They are the know-it-alls who have been everywhere, done everything. They don’t harm, but they suck every trace of logic and reason from your brain every time they choose to open their mouth, which unfortunately is more often than you like.

You can’t stay away from them. They need people around them for survival. Staying quiet is not an option either because then you have lesser and lesser breathing space and you don’t want to end up brain-dead. So sooner or later you have to take a sharp, shining pin and make a nice puncture at one of the so many places bulging out. Peace out, till they fix the puncture at least.

  • Get Angry sometimes

Anger is good sometimes. In my quest to become a saint (that I can never be), I eschewed from this vice (as often as I could) to tread the path of patience and tolerance and realized after years of practicing (with little success) non violence and absolution that suffering in silence is plain stupid.

Break a few bones; kick a few rears of those who mess with you to get your peace in this ruthless world. One has to find one’s equilibrium and zenic space, but one should not get mowed down by other’s opinions or personal aspirations. Adjust, accommodate but don’t let everyone and anyone sweep you off your little feet. Avoid conflicts but don’t back off if someone comes hollering at you.

Post Sermon notes: You might wonder, if you have to stay away from all these people, you might as well stay under a rock. But that is not a solution either. Because more often than not, these little people with little agendas in life actually live inside you waiting to take over the saner you at the first opportunity presented. I too was taken over by these tiny Paruls in turns last year. But as I write this I can tell you for sure I am more or less free from them today(I don’t know yet what replaces my past tormenters but this one is pretty democratic in its approach) .

2. “Screw it, just do it” Sermon

  • You got a dream, pursue it

I have dreams. Some of them are more important than others while the rest are more urgent. I generally don’t feel too driven towards the urgent ones because they are not important and I don’t feel too propelled towards the important ones because they are not urgent! How crass of me one might think… And I am not proud to admit it took me a very long time to figure this out and do something about it.

Time will never be right neither the set up. If there’s a burning desire, an insane idea, some misconceived notions about yourself, try them at the first opportunity that presents itself, without waiting for a better opportunity to come by. I did it this year. I pursued some casual interests and some long standing ones. It has been a good change and the results were enriching and encouraging.

  • TAKE that Step 1 of N

My brain has a way of writing (actually writing and erasing and rewriting and erasing again endlessly) algorithms about what I plan to do. Then, like a true IT person, I make a mental flow-chart of my algo, crack my knuckles, do some stretching, take a deep breath and stare at the “START” box. (Sorry non IT folks, this is plain gibberish, but I am sure you get the gist)

This year I made an exception and moved beyond the “START” box for a few of the things on my list. For some I reached the “END” box too, while for others I am stuck at a decision box. But that is a gigantic leap of progress for the “analysis paralysis” prone me.

  • Messed it? Move on

I messed up big time this year on plenty occasions. Sometimes I found myself in a terrible mess with not a window of a gateway in sight. Then over time painfully I came out, sometimes bruised, sometimes scarred. But every day is a new day, and every new day comes with new hopes and new beginnings. Mull over the past but don’t overdo it. Can’t win them all!

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Summing up, thanks 2011 for heeding to my complaint of the last few years – “koi excitement hi nahi hai life mein, plain si hai. Years come and years go” (There’s no excitement in life. It’s pretty plain with years just passing by). I didn’t know you will take on yourself so seriously the task of making my life so dramatic that it will be the best movie I would have watched in a very long time! :D

Sending wishes for a wonderful 2012 to everyone.

Stay healthy, stay happy, keep smiling and believe in yourself!

PS: Sorry for such a long monologue. I have never before written anything so self-centered, and believe you me, this is just an exception. All said and done, let me assure you I am not (never was, never will be) as conceited as I am sounding here. Just sharing my notes!  <…Sheepish smile>

One Day in Delhi

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It’s an old bungalow, if I can be allowed to use such a conservative word for the endless array of rooms and lobbies that line up intricately to form its striking silhouette. Endless still is the garden that has been built around it. So large is the expanse that my eyes hurt as I try to find the boundaries of the place. There are men in uniform guarding the place. There are men working busily in the gardens. There are men announcing my arrival on their walky-talkies to other men at the entrance gallery.

I decide to walk in the garden for some time before entering the building itself. There are some very different looking trees there. Trees I don’t know the names of, but those that I am sure I haven’t seen before. Some I suspect have their branches trimmed at their peripheries to give them different shapes making them look very different from their usual forms. Most of these trees are very old, perhaps from the time when this place used to be much more active than it is now. How many stories do they hold in their steady silence I wonder?

It’s a pleasant afternoon for an otherwise wintry December and the sun is shining bright. My walk in this expansive and indulging garden is made even more surreal and tranquil by the occasional chirruping of sparrows or the sight of healthy green parrots here and sundry.

The building inside is quiet despite the presence of caretakers and other staff. It’s as if everyone is under the orders of the owner to maintain perfect silence and decorum, even though no one occupies the place anymore.

I feel transported in time as I try to imagine the occupants sitting on these chairs or using these telephones discussing matters and taking decisions years ago that framed our present and continue to frame it. I imagine the voices of people who now are only names in history books reverberating in the corridors. I imagine shadows cast on the walls as figures of familiar but famous people moved around in these rooms and corridors. Did they discover this nice spot overlooking the garden from the stairway where I am standing right now?

I am overwhelmed by the number of books I see around, tempted for a crazy moment to pick a few up and sneak them out. It’s not just the sheer number, but also the diverse range of topics these books cover that amazes me. Was it plain sham or did someone actually read these uncountable number of books filling shelves after shelves in multiple rooms and even some corridors?

It is hard to believe that I am in the midst of the hustle bustle of Delhi. Delhi with its crazy traffic and tempers seems to be a story of another universe. The stillness of this place defies every trace of identity that the urban Delhi of today has chosen to adorn. It ridicules the nouveau riche of a city of ostentatious dwellers with big cars and bigger debts. Standing at this place which undoubtedly is one where some significant decisions of modern India’s fate were taken, I wonder if this is real… if this ever was real…

I make a last stop at the study to look at the books again before leaving. The three statues at the gate greet me for a fleeting moment before they continue their vigil of the roads ahead. With a deep breath I get on with life after this short break.

Until another time…

Location: Teen Murti Bhawan, New Delhi

Reference Books! :)

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I have been looking for a good book to read for some hours now. I had a mental list prepared of the books I would like to read, but as it always happens at times like these, I have placed the list in some obscure corner of some forgotten drawer and lost all track of it.  After a long and listless browsing session on Flipkart, I finally ordered a few books which I am positive never featured in my ever changing mental reading list.

And in line with my buying strategy: Do First, Think Later, I started a more dedicated research on what’s been happening in the literary world after I placed my order online. And not surprisingly there’s a lot that I have missed! Excited as I am about my order, I also realize I could have ordered better.

So, I am posting  some interesting links that I found as part of my research process here. (As I have amply proven, the mental list strategy is not very promising!)

This has the good (nominated) ones that got published this year across various categories. Also the winners of 2010 and 2009:

http://www.goodreads.com/award/choice/2011

See what the great minds of the world have been reading here:

http://www.foreignpolicy.com/articles/2011/11/28/the_fp_top_100_global_thinkers?page=full

Keep upbeat with the latest in the book world here:

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books

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