Ruminations: Sometime, Somewhere

What goes around comes around and rather quickly.

A few good men

Ruminations

To love and be loved is God' s greatest gift to mankind

Anger

Recently realised:

Misdirected anger is a sign of weakness; It is the external manifestation of suppressed expression of thought in all matters of heart and mind.

What More?

Much to my dismay, I continue to be bothered by unsatisfied people around me. They seam to loathe life even though it may seem for others that everything is going fine for them. They can’t be stopped when they complain about their lives, their fate, their bank balances, their bosses, their over achieving cousins, the employers, and this list is endless. This is a new phenomenon that I believe that people typically acquire in their twenties. I do not remember meeting any cribber during my early childhood, middle school and college. This bunch of bugs has suddenly cropped out in the last few years since I started working in the corporate sector.

The typical talking point of this unhappy lot is the high real estate prices, unco-operative bosses (read ‘bosses who don’t fall for honey talk’), NRI cousins, IIT/IIM cousins/friends, rich classy friends met at the hobby class/foreign language class, frequent globe trotting friends and so on.

Take the example of a guy who is making a cool six figure sum, drives a posh four wheeler, resides in an elite location in a fancy apartment and is married to a woman he loves…and he is only 28. It seems like everything is going well for him. Alas, all is not rosy as he says. He thinks he deserves a higher position in the organisation, drive a better four wheeler, a bigger house and his matter of choice of his lady remains ambiguous. What prompts him for such greed/desire to succeed/ resounding unhappiness/constant bickering remains a mystery.

Far from this maddening environment, I leave office perplexed my state of being. As I walk towards the bus stop where I hop on to my way home, I cross a subzi mandi (vegetable market). It caters to the middle and low class folk of the surrounding locality and does not present a very appealing ambience to the visual or olfactory senses. However it reminds me of my childhood in Madurai town which was then laced with open drainages and rampant vegetable/fruit shops. Another common point in the two scenes is the loose cow/bullock/ox that sways around in the road unaware of any chaos. All these things have a peculiar smell and sound that I still remember and am reminded of when I cross that vicinity.

Somewhere deep within, it (the walk though the stinky market) strikes a bell that reminds me of my past, and the paths that I have tread. It helps me to be grounded and stay close to reality. It obviates vanity and lets me enjoy the strides that I have made due to God’s abundant grace on me.

Questions of some differently abled social beings

• Why does having to be a social animal be so difficult for some?
• Why are the odds stacked against some and little or none against their detractors?
• Why do the people who have access to the most vulnerable areas of a human mind often the ones who also like to hit them the hardest ?
• Why don't some people ever learn to guard their vulnerabilities?
• Why don't some people have vulnerabilities?
• Where does justice hide?

Ruminations: sometimes, somewhere.

 

There is no glitter that doesn't fade away into nothingness.

Ruminations: sometimes, somewhere.

I am cos' He is

Ruminations: sometime, somewhere

We must dream beautiful.God carries out stringent quality control before he turns our dreamy canvases into REALITY

This post is dedicated to my friend AS and her lovely venture, www.hummingwords.in

Ruminations: Sometime, Somewhere.

Do not mess with the righteous!

Do not harass the helpless!

They are guarded by God,

The ultimate guard.

Ruminations: Sometime, Somewhere.

Is Violence Justified?

If sparing the rod means spoiling the son..

where do we draw the line?

How much is enough?

Ruminations: Sometime, Somewhere...

I am not a natural introvert. I have been forced by my existense to exercise extreme caution against VANITY

Thankful ruminations !

Thank you Atreyi for being my Public relations manager. I hereby promise to write to the best of my truthful abilities.

Ruminations: sometime, somewhere.

The eternal kingdom of God is theirs forever there who yearn most for it now and here.

Ruminations: sometime, somewhere.

The most creative thing that I can do in a day is to PRAY to God.

Ruminations: Sometime, Somewhere

Human Beings are almost like dogs except that dogs are FAITHFUL.

Something to ruminate..

The picture above is my latest painting using just six basic colours not including black.


If a friend in need is a friend indeed, then technically and logically, I must not believe in friendship. I certainly do believe in God's angels.

Strong people.

Some people in this world are strong. They need no emotions, sentiments and know not what these are. They will be born and will stroll along life so blankly that even the coolest of breezes don’t actually make them smile. I am awestruck when I see such individuals and pity myself for not being one of them. The protagonist described here will achieve whatever he wants and digest any stony event with ease. He will never be flustered for anything good or bad and seem to have absolute control over his life. They have limited memory and have only scope to remember events that are essential for life. He is materialistic and his life has no meaning for any other member of his species or any other entity in this world.

Does anyone think this for me?

"And you learn that you really can endure,you really are strong, you really do have worth,and you learn and you learn.With every goodbye, you learn."- Veronica Shoftshall.

I think every hurt mind gains strength to hurt another weak mind to make both minds stronger. The world is full of strong people. Blah blah.

Jayant J.J.

SELF PRESERVATION

The stupid ass that I am, I didn’t know that good movies such as this one existed. I am talking about “Love actually”. The stupid ass has still not seen the full movie though. He just chanced upon it through the favourite videos section of one of his friends in orkut and saw the Dido song, ‘Here with me’. She actually seems to have some really romantic stuff in her collection. Then I went and checked out the storyline in Wikipedia. This movie seems to be a collection of different stories, most of which didn’t really interest me. This was partly because of the heart warming experience that I had relating to this one particular story involving three characters Juliet, Peter and Mark.

Herewith I am pasting the storyline that I picked up from the Wiki.

“Juliet and Peter are wed in a lovely ceremony videotaped by Mark, Peter's best friend and best man. When the professional wedding video turns out to be dreadful, Juliet shows up at Mark's door in hopes of getting a copy of his footage, despite the fact that he has always been cold and unfriendly to her. The video turns out to consist entirely of close-ups of her, and she realizes that he is secretly in love with her. Mortified, Mark explains that his coldness to her is "a self-preservation thing" and excuses himself. On Christmas Eve, Mark shows up at Juliet and Peter's door posing as a carol singer with a portable CD player, and uses a series of cardboard signs to tell her that "at Christmas you tell the truth", yet, "without hope or agenda... to me, you are perfect." As he leaves, Juliet runs after Mark to give him a kiss and a sweet, sympathetic embrace, before returning to Peter. Mark tells himself, "Enough, enough now," perhaps acknowledging that it's time to move on with his life”.”

I watched this video at 3 in the morning after another frustrating day of failed study attempts. But this video gave me a kind of feel good factor that prompted me to write this blog. The reason for my instant liking to this video is this term ‘self preservation’. This acknowledges a man’s weakness for love and explains his controlled treatment of it that comes through experience and worldly wisdom. It also potrays the man’s confidence in life and strength to accept the truth. He thereby takes an effort to hide his inherent weakness and not lose his own self respect.I recall a quote from the legendary deaf mute icon, Helen Keller, “Life is either a daring adventure or nothing. To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.” This man realises that the lady he loves is his friend’s wife. He loves her and secretly admires her but comes across to her as someone unpleasant so as to hide his real emotions.

Man, this is one awesome plot and touches my heart as I could somehow relate to it. I also was amazed at the use of the words, ‘without a hope or agenda’. Well they were truly depictive of gentlemanly love which is pure, honest, practical and beautiful. I was wondering for a few days now if it is okay to express your appreciation for human beauty. But now I’ve realised that your appreciating it adds more beauty to it and a world of good to our personality for it removes secrecy and falsity in our minds. It is just about speaking our minds and I am doing it nowadays. But the catch of this situation is the strength of a man’s character where he transforms his words, “ enough, enough now” into actions.One must know where to draw the lines and I am sure it is very difficult. But again CHARACTER is the name of the process. I am sure it is possible although difficult.

It is 3:42 here is London and I am supposed to be studying. Never mind. Hats off to the guy who made the movie. It should be awesome. The stupid ass should try and watch it when he gets time.

Is love beautiful?

Is Love beautiful? Well for some lucky ones it is. But for some , it can be the most excruciating pain that the world can imagine. It can hurt you, dismantle you, disintegrate you, disfigure you, topple you, remake you, and eventually scare you about you connection with the world,literally killing you. I am not open to the idea of conveying my feelings for a girl because, I know it will pain me immensely if she kindly refuses. But the more fearful feeling inside me is the feeling of helplessness that I may go through when someone tells me how they'd love to love me. What if the my bell doesnt strike for that person who thinks the world about me. I dont want to sacrifice my dreams and give life to someone else's dreams. I am no Jesus Christ. The whole idea of rejection itself is terribly discomforting. I think it pains to be rejected and know that you dont matter.It pricks to know that somebody that you want doesnt need you.It scars your heart and mind when you realise that for some people your existence doesnt matter. They will lead on their glass house lives with as much grace as there ever was. It hurts to know that you are one among their mighty ocean of lovers.Well ,Is there really a fault with somebody here? Putting myself at both the places, I realised that there is something wrong in the way we are made.There are either too many of us or too few of us. There is an innate flaw in our personalities that urges us to feel wanted by selected nature and forms of human beings. It contradicts with the urge to want certain or few delightful people and not want the rest that dont soothe our senses.But what watches over the peaceful co-existence of these two contradicting traits is still mystery to me. Whatever it is , Love still boggles me and never ceases to hasten me towards more of the above mentioned mishaps. God save me.