Posted in life on January 12, 2014 |
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At the moment my wife and I are in a state of denial. The frosty conditions of Europe sent us packing to India. Not that climate is in question but man must be able to retreat to his inner resources whenever he has a chance. So we come to deny some comforts for the silence of the soul among growing fields of tea as far as eye could take in. We simply idle in our domestic bliss, but it is not enough to keep from putting our foot in mouth when we go to local grocery store. Needs of the body would need a certain finesse whether in supermarket or in a pokey little hole in the wall sort of store. In the latter we are stymied because we cannot convert our exuberance into local vernacular.
Language is bit of a problem and today my wife wanted to bake bread so we went to the local store for yeast. I was the scout to scour the wares in the shop. Items were thrown pell-mell in the cool confines where one can only hazard pot luck. So I ask this owner braving the gantlet of local color supplied by a motley garb and attitudes (and they are also in a state of denial). “Have you yeast?” A stony stare in reply. I tried their lingo and all words that approximated the article in question. After much head scratching the shopkeeper says, ‘Do you mean yeast?”
“But it is an English word?” I blurted incredulously. I have been scrapping the bottom of Tamil vocabulary and the man was letting me run out of steam. Meanwhile my wife from behind whispers,”What does he say?”
I say,” Yeast is yeast and waste is waste”Paraphrase of Kipling to convey my inability.
My wife murmurs back, “But will my dough rise with it?”
No Kipling had better stay pickled where he belongs and we decided to do something else.
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I read science as though it is fiction; fiction must then satisfy somewhere deep down science of living.
When I read Bernie Madoff got his comeuppance it did not make my loss good but felt my moral sense was somewhat straightened out.
That is what I call Spooky Science of Soul.
if two black holes were entangled, and then separated from one another, the result, would be a wormhole connecting them.
A fool and his money part company soon. Is there a wormhole connecting the two? Madoff would say it is 150 years long.
The other night Daddy Long-legs III and I over supper heard a jingle,- an unpardonable travesty of la donna e mobile; and it has burrowed into old goat. ‘He says only when he goes from one fickle mistress to another is an adventure. He says it makes him come alive’. But what I am doing here? I guess I am entangled with him.
I heard Rigoletto later in the night. Funny I cannot pin the music down. Instead I am only hearing the jingle.
I got entangled with some bad jingle and my taste for music as far as La donna e mobile is concerned is killed.
4. In a consumer society art is pushed as though the peddlers of bling- bling are culture conscious. In effect they poison the fine art of living. Life of the senses, of the soul are replaced by bad art. Culture vultures pick your wallet and also spoil your taste for good music.
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Posted in character, life on July 27, 2013 |
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Each generation makes mistakes. I did mistakes in my time, which if I have to clear would amount to couple of wagonloads. Since I have not let them swamp me and have neatly filed away under X (for experience) I am not complaining. I see the present generation is in no way better at it. Only these days the 20-year olds have social media to pass time and in my time was to be grounded on the assumption(‘children are collared and seen, but not deciding anything’ let me make a list of things ,-20 Things 20-Year-Olds Don’t Get.
Time is Not a Limitless Commodity –
Time is like a big cube of ice we are handling and with each day it is becoming smaller and smaller. Make the most of the opportunities you have today, because there will be a time when you have no more of it.
You’re Talented, But Talent is Overrated – You may be most capable, creative, knowledgeable & multi-tasking generation yet. We are all talented but some talents are as pimples that we outgrow to be something worse and obnoxious. In nodding ‘yes’ to your parent you may have got pat on your back but will get you a kick in the butt at the job market. In order to be an ‘yes- man’ requires certain ‘talent that works’ like the timing. So if you are told you got talent, develop it to working order. Without this it is simply wasted potential. There’s no prize for talent, just results. As Tom Cruise would say ‘Show me the money’(Jerry McGuire)
Have you got a Daily Planner?
Those who achieve results get the time they are their best for doing the concentrated effective tasks for the day. Some are morning persons and some are at their peak, late afternoons and so on. Leave other times for mundane and irksome tasks that need to be attended to. Those who succeed generally squeeze in some three hours daily before time for work. It may be for catching up with news, workouts, personal grooming and checking the mail, planning for the day and a sit-down breakfast. (Those who skip the last are likely to know the difference sooner or later.)
The best years in your life is also most constructive period. There is so much data and levels of knowledge out there. Adding them without knowing what you want out of life can be wasteful. Needless to say what makes you a good human being is cultivated from home and socially, is an asset. Ability to be articulate and answer each with well chosen reply is an art, in itself.Some have a talent, natural. This can be cultivated to pass for a man of good sense and breeding.
Toward this liberal education must be seen as the basis. (The Wall Street (film)type of executives are pathetic specimens of worst excess of present day education. What is sparkle of jargon and amoral attitude to aggrandize but a nose-stud on a porker?Does a diamond or of platinum make difference? (to be concluded)
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Posted in life, quotes, tagged Alexander the Great, Benny Thomas, Diogenes, Inner life, life, modes, nature, nature plus on May 28, 2013 |
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All art is nature plus. Power to transcend simple living to live better from resources within and in relation to what others represent is to give nature a new mode to choose from. For me it defines an art of living. Diogenes of Sinope had learnt it by which he could convince Alexander the Great he was as great as he. Alexander had gone about in conquering without while he went into his life within.
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Our social skills necessitated a larger volume of brain. In order to be efficient the brain requires various inputs than its mere physiology would entail. A fetus can distinguish inflections of sounds and distinguish anger and soothing words without seeing the world of the grown ups. Even so the baby can only speak much later. Hearing is not speaking. Different areas in the brain need to be put in place to do the various functions properly.
Earliest way of imparting much needed skills in hunting was no different from the manner birds teach their young to fly. We note upon closer observation eagles and other birds of prey begin with demonstrating the art of flying to their chicks. Slowly they approach it by pushing chicks from their secure perch and giving them confidence by flying with them. They never force their chicken unless they are certain that they are ready to use their wings. Whereas we find modern parents push the toddlers to fulfill their expectations that are more often not realistic. Progress demands many social changes and technology expects parents to be at beck and call of the demands of the market. So parents are driven to give quality time instead of letting nature take a hand in the maturing of children. Thus progress driven technology sends its slipstream to social changes as well.
Tiger moms who drill their six year olds to be piano prodigies may have them acquire mechanical skills by sheer dint but are they getting benefit of the glorious music they play as were by rote?
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Posted in life, philosophy, quotes, tagged Benny Thomas, Cosmic Mind, imagination, late Srinivasa Ramanujan, mind, nature, number game, time space, unconscious mind on December 29, 2012 |
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Problem of universe is a step into the unknown. Imagination works where Nature is the medium. Between mind and reality it builds a bridge.
Mind compresses and focuses on a specific problem at any time; memory of a smell rides piggyback on Now to the past.
When we look at past with rose-tinted glass we are less harsh as from a wider experience in life; mind can focus only one idea at a time.
Nothing new under the sun; a free-masonry of ideas at the unconscious end and you fit idea rationally to time-space. Mind is a state of awareness.
Here is one to round this post off. Positive intelligence permeates everything from Time-Space framework. If in imagination I make an image and call it God how can you prove me wrong? It merely bridges through evidences I glean in nature. God being Time and Space (Eternal God and Omnipresent) does not need imagination whereas I would need it to serve any given purpose on hand.
Mind as I defined is an awareness and it is called Cosmic Mind. Thus Nebuchadnezzar may dream and Daniel can interpret it to him because the medium is common. The unconscious part of the human brain is the seat of will. We follow our desires and will, and find reasons to justify our actions rationally. In the post of Number Game I mentioned the extra-ordinary way in which late Srinivasa Ramanujan wrote down mathematical functions that came to him in dreams before his death. You find what you seek. His knock on the door of mathematical problems was heard. That is all.
How do we limit our life experience to insignificant level when we dismiss what our conscious mind cannot digest! Instead we should use both parts of our brain to get the best out of life.
I wish you a Happy New Year to you all.
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I am a war child, in a manner of speaking. When I came to this world, there was a world war inexorably grinding down to its bitter end. Short of everything that made life easier, the wartime austerity left its scars on me as with all others of my generation. At home a meal was not just a meal without being told we ought to be thankful whatever was ladled out to us. ‘Consider the millions who are orphans elsewhere and you ought to be thankful..’ while the spinach and rice were served, leftovers warmed for the occasion. The parents prided on their duty and knowledge they did it with their sweat of blood. It was thus our meal-time, it was tantamount to a moral issue every time. A clean plate at the end equated with a clean conscience.
Now that I am on my own (I for one eat indifferently) while my siblings and I have learned to put our ghosts behind us. We have no excuses and we dribble a little with our conscience when we splurge on food we have brought from far corners of the earth. Did we not filch with our colossal capital reserves from those who are economically less endowed? We call it free enterprise that they must deliver at our terms. Africa, Asia and Far East we know as country of origin when we survey the overstocked shelves in our supermarkets. Fishes from their rivers feed us and their grains we import wholesale, in cereals, crispies cookies and what not. We supply the cunning to make their produce palatable, We bar code their sweat to make it sell. Moral issues are dismissed with the click of cash register. When we cart our weekly grocery we are only conscious of the parking place and not of some rain forests cleared for biofuel. We of our generation have distanced from the burden of our parent who made both ends with hard cash while we do it on credit. Our families were raised on future promises by living beyond our means. Plastic credit cards opened doors at High Street shops and our children knew branded items gave their childhood pleasures a shine. A pair of Reebok shoes made them forget the boredom of walking to the school bus. Our consumerism dulled our conscience from harsh realities of global trade and commerce unduly. Children learned to appease theirs.
Moral issue of now is made more abstract, since our children have no time to listen to us anyway. They are all into the sweet life of virtual reality, of their consumables and privacy of their own den. We are made to feel more as intruders at home since our economic clout is becoming fainter and less constructive to be providers for all. Of course children have their own means of which we are least in the know. We have our own worries: issues of pension funds to sort out than of children whose worlds are on fast tracks. Our world wherein we lashed ourselves to work ethics and burnt incense before family gods for prosperity is gone; those corporate heads whose appeasement was chief concern also have gone; and so are pension funds.
Coming to think of it we have only ourselves to blame.
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