A Writers Diary....

........back again... feels actually good... this place is quite a placation for the restless mind which has innumerable thoughts to put up with..... on friday said to the self.... blog a day will be the mantra for a sometime to come. A blog had usually come up in the past only when an itch had started to scribble down something for the self. More often it used be an impulsive blogging kind of an activity, which in the future tending to have an intention of being more of a compulsive blogging. I often wonder there is something that I have lost as a writer in the journey so far. I wish to contradict myself here again. I started off trying to wash away the itch of a restless mind a couple of years ago when I had the self up through the night. No I wasnt an insomniac. I sacrificed being in the arms of a beautiful angel while catering to customers of a certain company residing elsewhere where the sun rises as sun set in the part of the world where I prove my existence. I worked for an international customer service contact center to support my existence. It used to be a way to vent out the frustrations of life at the end of the day while for most of the normal homosapiens around me started the day. Well, ofcourse i dont deny a bit of it that I've graduated to quite a few levels in writing. I very well acknowledge with myself the fact that I do not ususally scribble for else to read and comment or come to a consensus regarding the views I have towards life or the way I visualises life. An unusal write up which doesnt seem inane to the world around would be shared with a few for whom being sensible is just a state of mind with impeccable relavance.
The initial ramblings of the self used to congregation of two languages though inane most of the times but still would be in congruence with the thoughts let to flow. A graduation I witness is by condescending to be more unilingual and developing a planned strategy and executing the same of honing the way the ramblings are to be scribbled on this personal space of mine. Should I actually call it an ascendance in an inane articulataion of thoughts? Well, I do admit that it makes self quite impressed looking at the levels of ascendence or condescence, just for it comes as a fact of life that there is a constant upgradation in one certain aspect of being and hanging around.
I aspire to get better and better with every write up going forward, No it is not to prove a point to any other fellow being, but its a genuine appreciation of the selfs improvisation in the diligence of achievement of a constant betterment.
A few fellow dwellers on the face of Terra Firma do interact with the self on the matter of write ups that the self does seldom than often. These dwellers are quite some bloggers themselves whom the self appreciates as writers. Often conceived by the compatriots of this sanct place or should I say perceieved? as a quite a serious blogger or a heavy writer. True, it is to quite an extent that most often I visit and scribble on this wall when the frustration of existence turns to an itch. Seldom, it is an itch of an idea or a thought flow that comes out as an incidence of a rambling while passing through a pleasant state of being. But I do beg to agree with the fact that writing or reading is a perfect food for thought, which not being present will make a human defintely anorexic in the context of intellect which will only lead to the peril of living and create room for mere existence of mediocricity. The self never than seldom has exploited the art of scribbling day to day mundane happenings of life. Ofcourse, I dont even in the remotest of dreams either deny that they are fun filled, thought provoking or even situations that cater to minute celebrations as compared to the magnitude of the highest order of life. The self on contemplation only converges to a point that it could be only due to the fact that the self is a visitor here seldom than often. I must admit that a few blog rolls that the self follows religiously is filled quite in excess of incidences of daliy sustenance which brings out a lot of excitement, sarcasm, cynicism, helplessness, mockery, appreciation, adulation, oppression, pride, amusement, threshold of enjoyment, threshhold of happiness, depth of frustration, abyss of anger, heights of disagreement and many more umpteen number of such daily expressions which actually makes up this wonderful phenomenon called life. It is not really a reason that such writing of the self causes any kind of a depression, it is just a feeling or a thought that can keep the self more cheerful by incorporating such incidences of life either intending a pun at the incidences or by encompassing them in a divine armour called humour. Should I call it an artistry a few compatriots possess that the self doesnt?
I often feel that I do write better, to an extent while I could pronounce to the world out there that I can write at least a 150% better than I do speak. It may be for the fact that I do get more time to think while I write and speech or a conversation is absolutely instantaneous instinct. I can sound contradictory at times saying and believing that I do not look up to many people around or who had been, while I aspire to speak some day this language that I write in impeccably like a few who live around in the same part of the world as I do. It is defeinitely not a point that I would deny that my writing qualifies to be creme de la creme, quite often it is subjected to being banal and cliched. An instance can be witnessed just by observing the title of this roll. I hope my mantra for the near future is going to be in function and doesnt go defunct "a blog a day... keeps idling away". On this note I sign off.

Adieos
Phaedrus

The Living

..... Off late the existence of human race on this part of Mother Earth has been and is being a witness to incidences that tend to cease the existence of the race itself. An evil thy name terror is playing the protagonist on the stage set for living. Massacre, blood shed, damages, artificial catastrophe, name thus what one wants as is claiming the lives of innocent humans. The land once known for peace and prosperity is now a victim of terror and anguish all along. Being witness to such occurrences causes an alarming disturbance of every commoner of the society who is already bearing their own turmoils of mundane life. Do we wonder actually what the reason is?
There can be umpteen number of excuses that can be put forth by the cult of terror as reasons. Do they stand a chance in placating the victim in the best sense of logic? While I wonder, the reason for such disturbances, it really is not only in this part of the world that human race is going through such inhumane sacrifices. Logically thinking, is it not just the intolerance of one human towards the other? Racism, fundamentalism, castism, what not.... but it connotes only intolerance.
It is but obvious to be an evidence of such inhuman acts. Retreading back on the path of human living it has been an evolution though but in a manner that has been quite offensive to the entire race. If one looks at the way things have evolved over aeons it has been one sect of humans intervening with another sect, which may have been a welcome act. After all the supreme being himself pronounces that world is one large family. But is this really true? Ofcourse not. There exists an element of being secular as a nation harbouring demographics of various sects. Alas ! it just fails to bring in the element called Harmony along. If a sect of people residing in a geographical location tend to be secular and offer space and living for another sect of humans, then doesnt it become the natural gesture of humans harboured to behave in a manner alike "being a roman in rome". Contradictorily, it so happens that such harbouring caters to give way for oppression. Result is a revolt. Destruction of human race.
Looking back at the past in the recent centuries to recent daces to recent years and a past few days, its only intolerance that has got into the mind of Terror sub counsciously or consciously that is playing a part in plying human souls to a world above and the carriers of such souls to a world beneath us. We name it aparthied, jihad, caste segregation and what not. Have we ever wondered what is the cause for such behaviour. Has tolerance led to intolerance? What ever happened to the ethos with which it was created and destined to live in peace and tranquility only to enrich Mother Earths presence in the universe which remains unmatched from a time unknown.
Every geographical demarcation as man evolved towards being civilised has welcomed beings from a seperate demarcation to only enrich the living, to grow together as humans to reach a state of being the epitome of knowledge in state synonym only for Harmony and Bliss though unintentionally. Alas! it has never been conceived to be so. What is such accomodation or universal brotherhood catering to? Conversions, Opression, Fundamentalism, Hatred , eternal dither. Should we advocate the fact that we shouldnt believe in being a global citizen and restrict ourselves to our community? Is that going to be a vital factor that is going to bring back the existence and stop the extinction of the species that we all belong to?
To be utmost honest, while I scribble I would not even in my dreams count on myself to be tolerant towards the homo sapiens out there who are not of my color, caste, creed, nationality et al even at the levels of mediocricity leave alone being the epitome of it. But I aspire to be more tolerant in the coming years of my living on Mother Earth. We need to remember one aspect, that no human is more powerful than the Mother Nature. One whip of anger by her knows no boundaries of demolition of being. Do we need to cause more harm to our fellow beings yet?
Lets obliterate the dogmas of the past and head towards a much more peaceful world with an open mind and a different view. Lets make this yet again "Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam" - One large Family

Phaedrus

Just another inane thought....

..... It is the day of the "God of the Elephants". Yes it is the fourth day of the brighter fortnight in the sixth month of the Hindu Lunar almanac. Bhaadrapada Shukla Chaturthi. This God of elephants is inarguably one of the most beautiful gods worshiped in Hindu. A huge body of a man with trademark pot belly which later goes on to become a simily for all the obese individuals. Another name so attached to this God of Elephants - Lambodara - which essentially means the one who has a possession of a big belly. Lamba means closely humongous while Udara means the belly essentially meaning the creature called Lambodara. Just a few days back I was contemplating on the way of Hindu emphasis on the mundane existences of life and mother earth.
There is a story attached to how this God of anti interruptions to any work assumed to be carried in the world was begun to be worshiped by lesser demigods and lesser mortals. Apparently this God whom I personally like to address as Ganapatus can also be called as Gowri Manasa Putra which essentially means that he is a mentally conceived offspring of higher goddess. This offspring was stationed at the door while the mother divine prepared for her ablutions. Enter, the Father divine Lord Shiva who is connoted as the lord of Laya, the God of destruction of the universe when the dooms day occurs as described by the Hindu. The father divine seeks the way in to the abode, upon refusals and denials by the son, the father known for his anger and destructive powers bestowed upon him as being one of the supreme gods called the the Trimurti beheads the son in the fit of rage to let live the son head less and life less. Upon the return of the mother divine to witness the fall of the son, wept in grief, unbearable to the god of end to see the beloved wife in grief and pain, sent his men who are called the Ganas in all directions to find if there was any being who posted the head towards the north and asleep in state. However, the Ganas did find and beheaded the being who dwelt in the state of sleep posting the head towards the north. Alas !!! it was the head of an elephant. Since the father divine had disrupted the aesthetic beauty of the son befitting the head of an elephant awarded the foremost worship to be offered to the son before any one. Thats the story so far. Thinking and linking back to the contemplation of the self I wondered why the Hindu portrays gods with the head of an animal or something else.
Here we can witness Ganapatus, Narasimha (Human Body with the head of a lion), Hayavadana(Human headed by a horse) and so on. Also we can find umpteen number of instances where the gods of Hindu have a lot of animals as their vehicles or should I just refer to it as medium of transit or commutation. There have been umpteen number species that Terra Firma sports that are associated with various gods of the Hindu. There have been lions, tigers, bulls, rodents, peacocks and so on and so forth that are associated with the gods as their medium of transit. India being a land with umpteen number beliefs by the lesser mortals who comprise can be said in other words that the nation has been made up of. There are beliefs attached with a whole lot species. For instance down south it is believe that when a lizard extends a sound of a mating call it is believed that the words spoken by human at that instance is the truth. Fair enough to be discarded as a superstition. Treading back in contemplation the self found quite a lot of reasoning can be found to such aspects of life, I wouldnt be able to term them as the facts of life though since a lot of herd in the world consider that bit to be mythologically fabricated fables. However there is a lot sense that Hindu can attach with such association of species with the Gods or the association of species with way of life kind of beliefs. The Hindu emphasizes the importance of every living species on the face of earth. This is what the logic I came up with when I questioned the self. There are innumerous such instances that one can stumble upon as he or she treads the path of Indian mysticism. The ancient generation of Hindu was probably was way forward than the current generation in relevance to the thoughts of bestowing the importance to every aspect of mundane life to make it more excited, in the sense that something to be cautious of, some things to be celebrated with gay abandon, some things to be neglected or abandoned, somethings to just celebrate life and triumph.
Superstitions as well as I think was just instituted into the normal lives just to bring about the existence of umpteen number of creatures that exist here on Mother Earth. Beliefs to be believed in order to impart prominence to other beings and not alone the homosapiens.
They probably believed in the phrase that was delivered by the omni potent super being "Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam" to an extent that they included all the species residing around them to be a part of one big family and believed in being so..... hopefully the current generation also would move forward in the direction that is similar to a path when treaded back to the history of man kind.

Adieos
Phaedrus