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June 03

Cost of living

Got my tank full this evening. Got the air pressure adjusted too. Didn't have any change to tip that guy there. I apologized to him. Tomorrow the government is likely to raise prices of petrol and diesel. I hadn't thought of it before I noticed the date of this posting. Should I feel lucky?
July 03

A Minor Revelation

This allegedly overpopulated world has unique ways to make you feel lonely.
 
 
 
 
June 15

Hot News on a June Evening

 

Headlines today

  1. Borrowed a friend's (Jesse's) iPod
  2. Read the first chapter of Amitav Ghosh's The Hungry Tide
  3. Psyching myself up for a drive to Shimla tomorrow
  4. Planning to watch some movie tonight

NEWS in detail

  1. Borrowed a friend's iPod: Infatuation with this gizmo came late but that's how the matter stands. Jesse is preparing for his exam on Sunday so he has let me keep it over the  weekend. I am kinda enjoying it. Perhaps I'll buy one for myself.  Right now I am listening to the song Stand by Me. I won't cry ... shed a tear ... stand by me
  2. Read the first chapter of Amitav Ghosh's The Hungry Tide: Bought this book a year back and I am glad that I have finally picked it up. The first chapter was quite promising. I have heard many people speak very highly of the book when it came a couple of years back. Amitav is considered to be one of our finest English language writers. Earlier I picked his The Shadow Lines, read initial chapters but couldn't go on to finish the novel. That, however, doesn't belie the claim reflected in the earlier sentence. I was perhaps too lazy or preoccupied. Anyway, the opening chapter called The Tide Country, is a nicely crafted piece of writing. Kanai, on the railway, has been observing the young woman in loose cotton pant and an oversized white shirt concluding, by the tone of her skin that she is a foreigner. They are all, on the platform, waiting for the train to the Sundarban. The train arrives and Kanai is a bit surprised by the feliclity with which the young woman, whose stance resembled that of a flyweight boxer, carried her luggage on her own into the carriage. He loses her in the crowd inside, though he wanted to tell her about the separate ladies' compartment. He decides to read. Exchanges his seat with a fellow-passenger, who is sitting next to a well-lit window and whom he overwhelms with his middle-aged prosperity and metropoliton affluence. Reads an engaging extract closely written in Bengali script.
  3. Psyching myself up for a drive to Shimla tomorrow: Will be travelling to Shimla with my brother-in-law and my niece. Will be back on Sunday.
  4. Planning to watch some movie tonight: Which one? Still thinking. Chokher Bali? Few Good Men? Or something on TV? 
February 26

थोड़ी हिंदी हो जाए

बहुत समय बाद इस ब्लॉग पर कुछ लिख रहा हूँ। पिछली पोस्ट मई 1 की है। इस बीच जो थोड़ा बहुत लिखा ब्लॉगस्पॉट पर ही लिखा। लेकिन एमएसएन पर अखबारों में आई मेरी समीक्षाओं की फेरहिस्त है। तो आज जब ट्रिब्यून में पहली बार किसी किताब का रिव्यू किया तो उसे यहीं पर संकलित करना था। फिर मन में आया कि देखूं क्या ब्लॉगस्पॉट की तरह यहां भी हिंदी लिखना संभव है। और रोमांचित हूँ कि है।
 
खैर आज तहलका का सब्सक्रिप्शन ऑफर देखा। सौ रुपये में पूरे साल का अखबार। एकबारगी तो सोचा कि वाह क्या बात है। सस्ते में पढ़ेंगे। फिर सोचा कि शायद यह रिसाला सचमुच बहुत ही मुश्किल में है। मदद करनी चाहिए। दोनों प्रयोजनों के चलते ऑनलाईन सब्सक्रिप्शन करवा डाली।
 
आज तीन सौ किलोमीटर गाड़ी भी चलाई। चण्डीगढ़ से लुधियाना से जालंधर और वापिस।
 
पत्नी से सुलह भी की।
 
आज काफी कुछ हुआ। अभी सोने जाता हूँ।
 
 
May 01

When we make mistakes!

A mistake is a horrible thing and generally there's no getting away once you have made one. Some mistakes can be rectified like a misspelt word or a wrong punctuation; but even that can be done only in draft forms. In the final presentation it is far too embarrassing to be caught on the wrong fut (Oops! I did it again). Other mistakes cannot be revoked even in draft forms. We don't have drafts for relationships. The first mistake is damning enough.
 
There are various reasons which cause us to make mistakes. The very first and conclusive reason is our sinful nature. (Mentioning this is ugly enough. So I won't dwell on it any more).
 
Let me try to explicate one or two more "humane" reasons. The reason one makes a kind of mistake I just made (spelling foot - fut) is because of not paying sufficient attention to what one is doing. Again spelling mistake is not fatal. Carelessness on the road can cost lives. (However, if you submit your PhD thesis with a spelling mistake in the title it can be lethal for the weak hearted.) 
 
The other reason is our overconfidence. A typical attitude of my age:" Let me go ahead with whatever has caught my whim. I know I can control the consequences." None of us is ever that capable.
 
Carelessness and overconfidence are both an attitude of sinfulness. The former fails to pay due respect to the other while the latter assumes more importance for the self than what is legitimate. Humility is lacking in both cases and lack of humility is sin.
 
Someone said "Road to hell is paved with good intentions"
 
Well I am getting tired with this explication already. What I am interested in exploring is what one is supposed to do when he or she is caught on the rong fut. I have learnt one thing. Seek forgiveness. From the merciful One. Asking forgiveness only from men and women can be counterproductive. They mock. They find that they have a scored a point over you. They gloat. "How have the mighty fallen!" they exclaim. Augustine says "... it is to your mercy that I am speaking and not to man, my mocker." Ask forgiveness from the Maker and not from the mocker. David says in Psalm 51 "Against Thee I have sinned." Yes there was human injury involved in all that he did. The restoration (and that's what I am ultimately interested in) however, begins with realigning oneself with, getting in tune with the highest good which is found in God alone. "Confession is the road to healing, forgiveness is the promised land" sing the DC Talk musicians. So forgiveness is the key! Wish our world were more forgiving.
 
A young boy stole sweets from his classmate's box. When he realises that the merciless teacher is going to find out, he puts a piece of the sweet in someone else's bag. Thus sending the teacher on a wrong track. The innocent one was spanked.
 
When there is no hope of forgiveness, trespasses abound
 
Paul makes a point in his second letter to the Corinthians in chapter 5 and verse 11. In summary it says, where there is no forgiveness, there lives the devil.
 
We would be able to cast out almost all the demons out of our relationships if we just used the mantra of forgiveness. "I forgive you" sometimes is more important than saying "I love you."
 
And by the way I am going to rectify a spelling mistake in my previous blog. Let's --- Lets ... I wish I find forgiveness for the things I cannot undo.
April 25

Haiku?

A Door
Stiff and imposing,
Let's you in
When you tickle its side with a key
 
A Phone
Mouthpiece and dial pad
Connected with a live wire
"Make a call"
 
A Waste Basket
In its open mouth
From a distance
Some one throws a paper ball
 
A Fan
Three wings
Moving together
Are not chasing the wind
 
A Chair
Most affectionate lap
Lets you go
When you want to go
February 24

Mockery of Justice, Support Structures and a Will to Deliver

Sabrina Lal says she feels overwhelmed by the public response of solidarity and support which comes in the wake of the bizzare aquittal of the culprits accused of killing her sister Jessica Lal. And in the same breath she says that this will soon die down. People will forget this tragic judicial slip. She will be left alone to deal with the trauma with just a few friends.
 
I realize that I am included in that amorphous group of supporters who, at the moment, have managed to cull out a sentimental concern for the underdog. And  I agree that my concern - whatever worth it has - will fall down headlong on another piece of news shortly. We the newspaper-readers, the TV screen-gazers, the Internet-surfers would soon find another instance of hyperreal melancholia which would send us spiralling in mind-numbing grottos of despair, where we would be ashamed even to ask the question - What could we, the impotent champions of this cause, have done in that previous case of systemic absurdity?
 
In a world that is increasingly becoming convinced that truth is not found but constructed, our outrage itself seems absurd. After all Sabrina's truth is her truth. Jessica's truth? Well! That doesn't matter.
 
 
Why doesn't our legal-political system has a will to deliver?
 
 
 
 
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