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A little kingdom I possess, Where thoughts and feelings dwell; And very hard the task I find Of governing it well. ~ Louisa May Alcott ...that more or less describes my situation!
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Friday, March 08, 2024
I have come up with four types of
people: 1. Those who are humble and have a lot
to be humble about 2. Those who are confident and have a
lot to be confident about 3. Those who are confident and have
nothing to be confident about 4. Those who are humble and have
nothing to be humble about The 3rd type seems to me the one that
perhaps most of us tend to loathe. They are the empty vessels making the most
noise. You probably get fooled by their veneer of confidence initially, because
they strut around as if they have earned it, but over time their façade wears
off. By then they have faked it till they have made it. Which is why you
sometimes find them in senior positions. What I dislike most about them is
their lack of self-awareness. They genuinely do not see how hollow they are. The 4th type is the one that perhaps
most of us admire. They seem to be oblivious to their own brilliance and that
makes them all the more charming. Their higher qualities do not intimidate you
because they seem to have this air of being an equal with you, whoever you are.
I have met very, very few people of this type and I feel lucky to have met
them. No matter how much I try to emulate them I can't - I think you need to be
made of better stuff. The first and second types I think
people are more divided about. I don't mind the 1st type because they
have what I really like in people. Self-awareness. They seem to have a good
estimation of themselves and in their humility might actually give less credit
to themselves than they deserve. It warms me even more towards them.
Their conscientiousness. The 2nd type I think gets a bad rep. Some people mistake confidence for conceit and that goes against these types. Unlike the humble brilliant types, this type might have a tendency to intimidate people. Instead of making you feel like an equal and comfortable in your own skin, they might trigger your insecurities. No one likes to feel like they do not measure up to a standard. I personally do not mind this type because again they are self-aware. They are not empty like the 3rd type. If you get past the intimidation and are not the 3rd type yourself, there is scope for learning if not a connection. Monday, February 26, 2024
No goodbyes No farewells In the end When you have to go You leave Without a trace Without So much as A hopeful Word That a Tomorrow Exists Where We will meet Again And continue As if This interruption Was Momentary In the vast Space Of time But no, No such thing You just go, Sometimes With a bang Other times With a whimper Never to be seen Anymore Leaving that Dull ache In those You touched -Forever
~Me Monday, February 12, 2024
A
former boss of mine used to tell this story: “A man came upon a construction
site where three people were working. He asked the first, “What are you
doing?” and the man replied: “I am laying bricks.” He asked the second, “What
are you doing?” and the man replied: “I am building a wall.” As he approached
the third, he heard him humming a tune as he worked, and asked, “What are you
doing?” The man stood, looked up at the sky, and smiled, “I am building a
cathedral!” I have always found this story quite inspiring. It sort of explains why two people doing the same job might approach it very differently—one sees it as just laying another brick whereas another might be motivated by some sort of vision that is hard to relay to another, if they don’t have the same inner perception. You can tell a person something is a rose but you can’t make them perceive its beauty, can you? Perhaps that’s what Nietzsche meant when he said, “And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” Sunday, January 21, 2024
Back! I have travelled and travelled
and travelled some more and finally glad to be back ‘home’ in the UK. It’s been
an experience and I am ready to put my feet up and… no, not rest… hehe… do some
reflective work in a quiet zone. No doubt I will be writing about it as I chew
on things… Normally I would have put up a customary post on my big day of the year. But I have been thinking—among many other things I have been thinking—that I shouldn’t be so much of a slave to routine or ritual for the sake of them. There’s no harm in being a bit haphazard and chaotic to mix things up, is there? I am not going to be too much of these things because that wouldn’t be me. But I mean, there’s no harm being a bit less ‘I must do this because I must’ and a bit more, ‘go with the flow’ if you know what I mean. Maybe that’s something I am going to try this year. I made a small start when I started dropping off movies on Netflix midway when I found them boring. Isn’t that normal, you might ask. It is but I used to feel a tad bit guilty, maybe a crossover of how I would feel guilty if I didn’t finish a book, as if it was due to lack of discipline or lack of an attention span or something. Needless to say, I pride myself on these kinds of things, on being someone who will go the distance no matter what it takes. But I guess there’s no harm in taking stock of whether some things are really worth making the journey. And some things just aren’t. That just means you have more time and energy for things that are. So I suppose it doesn’t go against my grain at all if I really add up everything. Thursday, December 14, 2023
Okay, dear readers. I think I have
stayed away far too long. It's been a very very busy 2.5 months in China but
also quite interesting and loads of fun. I suppose the irony is when I am
'living life' more, I am saying less about it. Hehe... isn't that funny? But
not really I think. Reflections happen in solitude when you are not doing life.
I did have my solitude - couldn't do without it - but not the luxury for
non-goal-oriented contemplation. I will be picking up the threads when I am
back to the UK I hope. There are certainly a ton of threads I am looking
forward to chew on. But before that... it's time for Christmas and family and
New Year's and good solid Indian food... I can't wait. I should be in Dubai on
Monday :) Thursday, November 02, 2023
I have a tendency to say, ‘Why is this
happening to me?’ even when something bad happens to someone who is close to
me, and who is clearly directly suffering from whatever it is. It has made me
wonder if I am selfish. I don't want to suffer and anything that causes me to
suffer even in a second-hand way seems like a direct attack on 'me'. It has
made me wonder, if instead of being concerned about the one who is genuinely
suffering, I am concerned about myself and about my own suffering that comes
from seeing them suffer, if you know what I mean. I can't bear to see them
suffer so what I am really bothered about is my own pain? But, when I think about this a bit more
philosophically...hear me out, I am moving into abstract territory: No
one else and nothing else feels as real to oneself as oneself, wouldn't you
agree? It could almost be as if the whole world is a simulation, everyone I see
and hear around me is a mirage, the only thing I can absolutely be sure of is
this voice in my head, my own consciousness, and the travails of my body,
because I simply cannot tune them out. My mind and my body are the only things
I cannot pretend to not exist because I experience their presence every waking
and even sleeping moment. To experience itself means to sense them? I cannot
rise above or below them. Other people or other things, they might as well
exist or not—but they do exist through my mind/body or perception through these
in a way. Everything that happens affects me only through my own reference
point in a way—my mind/body is the conduit. If I/these did not exist, nothing
else would really. Coming back to my original musing, I suppose what I am trying to say but not capturing it in the best way is, others' suffering becomes real to me because it is channelled into my mind/body. And when I ask God why this is happening to me, it is not really an empty or a selfish claim in that sense… it is directed at me as the thing that’s most real to me. Or maybe I am just selfish and philosophizing it away? ;) Sunday, October 29, 2023
I have been thinking about how much our
lives revolve around consumption. Not just consuming things, but also stuff
like content. And probably production—because someone has to produce for
someone to consume? Take out consumption and activities related to that, and
what remains? Probably it's a matter of nuance. Reading a book is also
consuming content in a way but it's not the same as consuming say Instagram?
Writing is production but it's not the same as producing a tiny part of a car?
And then one might ask, what is wrong with consumption and production? I started thinking along these lines because my life currently is less consumption oriented, particularly stuff like clothes, accessories etc., that I tended to consume for the sake of consuming than because I needed these things for a specific purpose. It makes me think about why we consume these days and what we did in earlier times when we did not consume as much? Was life more fulfilling then and what did we do to make it more fulfilling? Makes me wonder if consumption activities have replaced community oriented activities? For instance, going to church. Instead, people go to malls. But nowadays even malls have been replaced by online shopping. You get all your consumption needs served without even leaving the house. Can consumption-on-demand ever lead to satisfaction? And where is all this headed? Maybe finding the things that satisfy us intrinsically is key... even though it's hard when you live in an all-consuming world and your life is built around its principles I suppose. Sunday, October 22, 2023
All's well! I should have got down to
writing earlier but my usual excuse, 'one thing and another' :) It's not that I haven't written
anything at all but it felt like I should be writing something very specific
about my new set of temporary circumstances on this blog and whenever there is
some specific expectation to do something, it feels like a chore. Not that
there is any reason to conform... probably it will come when the mood strikes
me - or not. Why do something out of boredom or obligation or conformity or
whatever? If only I were a person who just did things very randomly, slave to
nothing but my moods, hehe... that's not me but at least once in a while
there's no harm letting go of structures and disciplined modes of thinking... The change from the UK to over here
isn't that big a change in the fundamental sense that my routines are fairly
constant. I suppose knowing it's a matter of weeks makes a difference too
because the routines that are a bit more difficult to adapt to, only need to be
adapted to for a little while. I am also fairly busy so rolling from one week
to the next without having a lot of time to think about it. And last but not
the least, people have made me feel very much at home here. It's always people
that make a difference to place I guess, and in that respect, I always realise
how lucky I have been only after the fact. In this case, I am trying to be more
conscious of it in the moment. If someone had told me 7-8 years ago that I'd be representing a UK university in China, teaching university students, I would have gawked at them. None of those words, university, teaching, UK, China would have made sense to me together or even separately. As someone said, day by day nothing seems to change, but when you look back everything's different. Just makes me wonder at how far I have come! Sunday, October 01, 2023
"In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back." ~ Albert Camus These last few days a theme or rather
an insight has struck me. It is that in the past one or two years every time
something has happened, I have asked God why this lemon—why a lemon when I was
asking for grapes? And as I look back it dawns on me that actually if my mind
hadn't been so set on grapes and on the disappointment of not getting what I
wanted, I would have actually realised that I had got something way better.
Something that was so custom-designed for me that I questioned if it was good
enough... but the more I stopped focusing on my disappointment and started
looking at what I had got for what it was, I couldn't believe I had been so
blind. I couldn't have planned for this because it was so out of the ordinary
but we are so used to the ordinary, so used to fitting into well-laid out
structures, so trained to want what we want... that we never dare to want
something or appreciate something different. When it comes to us, we want to
trade it for the ordinary. How dumb of us, isn't it? And people around you,
mind you, will make you want to do the trade-off. They will make you want to
believe that until you buy into the standard or ordinary, you don't have it
good. It takes considerable reflection and examination to stand your ground. To
evaluate lemons and grapes on their own terms and in terms of what fulfils you
rather than the value placed on them by the world. And by mediocre folks who
probably cannot rise above the ordinary anyway. I am leaving for China in day or so.
It's likely I won't be able to post blogs while I am there... If I can, I
should have exciting stuff to talk about... hehe... China has always been at
the top of the list of countries I find intriguing and exciting and my two
visits there aeons ago did not disappoint... If I can't, you have something to
look forward to ;) Sunday, September 24, 2023
Somebody's said it succinctly: You can
fool all the people some of the time, some of the people all the time, but not
all the people all of the time. There is an individual who keeps trying to play
me and a whole many others for a fool, while pretending to be an innocent
victim of circumstances. In their head they probably think they are successful
in their gimmicks. And they probably are with many gullibles. I watch with
amusement as I see them try their tricks and gymnastics, now buttering A, now
polishing B, now dancing with C, now trying to cover up their manipulative games
with me. If there is one thing that disgusts me more than anything else, that is ass kissing. I can spot the BS from a mile away before it has started to stink. What I don't really get is whether people don't spot it or they don't mind it or they use it to further their own game or... something else? I personally can't stomach it. Just watching makes me gag. Another option is people see through it but they have developed the ability to ignore it and get on with their own life. I am trying to develop that ability. Problem is, I can't tolerate deceit and ignoring something just because it won't affect me personally is hard to do. I trust that these kinds of characters will fall into the pits of their own making eventually. They wouldn't rely on these tactics if they had substance of their own... it's a question of how long till everyone notices it’s all empty within. Friday, September 22, 2023
For some
unfathomable reason, my subconscious threw up this Urdu sher (poem)
today. I must have heard it umpteen number of times as a kid; it used to
feature at the start of old Hindi movies. Today I have been thinking about what
it means. “Khudi ko
kar buland itna ke har taqdeer se pehle Khuda bande
se khud pooche bata teri raza kya hai.” ~ Allama
Iqbal Rough
translation: Raise
thyself to such heights that before writing your fate, God Himself may ask, What is it that you wish for? Thursday, September 21, 2023
That's what I thought But I don't know anymore I keep repeating These words In my head I thought I could Predict your mind Bank on you I thought I knew What you'd say Or what you'd do If with my Blatant, blunt Tongue I said a thing Or two But that's what I thought I don't know anymore If you'd really Be able to see Where I come from Where the sharpness Of my words Get their sting from I thought you would Indeed That's what I thought But what do I know anymore... ~Me Monday, September 11, 2023
I watched a
Tamil movie Super Deluxe on Netflix. It was like entering into a fantasy
arthouse world, not sure how else to describe it. Magic realism meets music in
motion. A world which imitates life but is not really anything like real life.
Where things are predictable but at crucial moments completely out of joint
with prediction. It was mind bendy in that sense but not in the science fiction
sense—which feels clinical to me and not a genre I am keen on—but a life-art
sense where you are immersed in the artist's unique imagination and rich
aesthetic sensibilities but possibilities are not completely disconnected from
some notion of the real... I was
interested to understand where the director was coming from or what they were
like. I always have a curiosity to know the creator's mind or life better when
I engage with any kind of interesting artistic product, generally literature.
This interview with
Thiagarajan Kumararaja didn't disappoint. There are many gems in there like
when he talks about his early reflections on why certain greats like Picasso
sold for millions while no one appreciated the art painted outside the local
fruit shop for instance. He also gives an interesting take on why he doesn't
like to give any explanation or deconstruction of his cinematic choices. He
says that the past has only one path whereas the future has any number of
possible paths. Likewise by not giving any explanation for the movie he was
keeping those umpteen possibilities of perception open. What I really liked
about Thiagarajan is his refusal to pander to the public. It's pretty clear
that he wants to create movies that meet his own standard of excellence; this
authenticity and integrity is probably what differentiates him from someone who
just makes and sells movies (or anything else for that matter). There
is a bit where he talks about his creative process... and I couldn't but help
relate it to my writing process, a big piece of which is the freedom to 'do
nothing'. Not everyone gets it so it's wonderful to hear someone talking about
it. Here's the bit: Thiagarajan
Kumararaja: "To be honest, some scenes you can crack in minutes. Sometimes
the entire idea can be cracked in 30 minutes. But for that half an hour to
happen, you'll laze around... go through that phase of... I was reading this
quote a couple of days back... A writer is somebody who is writing when he is
not writing... Monday, September 04, 2023
I should
learn to let go of riddles and mysteries instead of trying to solve every one
of them. The other problem with this attitude is that I try to read more into
situations, events or people than probably there is to read. That leads to
misunderstandings and suspicions that are probably baseless. All because I want
to figure it out. I am not sure of how to let go of the urge to find
certainty—maybe truth—and be content in ambiguity, in not knowing, in not
having perfect knowledge, in letting things just be. I read the term
‘letting-be’ in another context a while back and I realized that I really do
not know how to ‘let be’. I have to poke and probe and trouble and get to the
bottom. I cannot let it be. I don’t want to be dismissive of myself because I think
a lot of good comes out of not letting things be. Letting be can in a sense
amount to letting the status quo be. It is perhaps a position of some
privilege. But maybe there is something to be said for balance? There always
is, I imagine. How do I balance my desire for truth with a reasonable amount of
uncertainty? How do I reconcile myself to the idea that there may be some
inherent merit in letting be because not everything is fathomable or knowable…
even to itself? That things might not be straightforward enough to ‘solve’ like
a problem and multiple truths can coexist? I don’t know how to reach this state
but as with all things… perhaps reflecting on this is as good a starting point
as any… I am
back—not sure whether the word ‘home’ is apt for where I went to or where I am
back to…? What I called home since my childhood seems to have become more of a
transient place now, a place I visit, a place that I look forward to, a place
that is my reward or treat… and where I am now is where I come back to, the
everyday that I have come to be used to. The latter seems more like a
definition of home but why be bound by definitions? So far in my life I have
always wanted stable categories but now I am veering towards fluidity. I do not
have to define this or that as home… home can be where the hearth is or heart
is or any number of things. It felt like home in Mangalore but I have never
really lived in Mangalore for any length of time… even though it is what I call
‘where I originally come from’. One could say that definition makes no sense so
far as ‘home’ is concerned because I don’t have much of a lived history there.
But one can’t discount a feeling, can one? I have more to say on the topic of travel, place, rootedness etc but for another post… Wednesday, August 09, 2023
So... I am all set for my flight to Mumbai in a few hours! I can't
believe I have not been home - home as place - for 5 years. Not for lack of
wanting to... who could have predicted covid and all the drama in between. The
images of home seem so far away now that the idea of physically being there
overwhelms me. As if it's too much for my imagination to cope... And what is
even more exciting is I am going to what was literally home, Mumbai, and
emotionally/spiritually/ancestrally home, Mangalore. I feel like my heart will
burst... but more specifically, my stomach... hehehe! I am dying to have all
the good stuff in good old Mangalore. Dosas, idlis, ambades, sajige bajils,
gadbads... I could go on and on... but I won't. Because I will be there soon
enough! ;) |