Youth or Adult? Problem or Solution?

When we enter youthhood, with the rush of blood in veins and an indescribable energy surging along with it, we all try to act as 'angry young men' (or, women, as the case may be). We start questioning why are things this way instead of that way, why is there so much of injustice around, why are there so many wrong things when doing the right things is the easiest and noblest way to live, and so on. 

 

But, as we grow, we slow down. We mature. And, we start thinking in a different tone. We start turning those questions inward. If there is so much of injustice and stupidity, what is my part, what am I doing to change the status quo, am I adding to the idiocy around me or am I working to wipe out the same, am I adding to the woes or am I contributing to the cure, am I part of the cure or in team with the chaos and so on. 

 

I believe, may be, that is the age when youth enters adulthood. Being an youth or an adult is not merely about the surge of hormones or a change in appearances. But it is all about the maturity and wisdom that one gathers and implements in one's life. Some adults remain the part of the problem. And, some youth become the harbingers of solution and better ways of life. The immature ones choose to remain a part of the problems and complain. The mature minds decide to solve the problems and soar above!

Book Review – The Palace of Illusions, Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

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As the book 'The Palace of Illusions' is racing towards the conclusion, stirring so many emotions within me, like the scene of a beautiful sunset, I am feeling some familiar pangs. The same pangs that I felt when I first completed reading the Mahabharata, translated into Tamizh by Rajaji.

Written in a lucid, convincing style, this book will make you fall in love with Panchaali. Often through the book, I felt that I could hear the voice of Panchaali from the depths of Time's abyss. Then I reminded myself that this is only a work of fiction and not the words from real Panchaali. And, a work of fiction this is, like no other. 

The most crucial cog of Mahabharata around whom the entire epic is woven, appears here not like the heroine that she has always been glorified to be but as a woman with the typically feminine frailties. Her anger, desires, wishes, ambitions, jealousy, friendship, passions, love, vengeance, sorrow and, finally, her salvation – Chitra Banerjee lays out the whole gamut of emotions for us to feel and empathize with one of the foremost feminists of Indian history.

This is a book that you should not miss reading!

Bliss & Peace!

It is said that once, during his childhood, Sri Ramakrishna saw some pure white cranes flying across the dark grey clouds on a winter evening and fell into a state of divine trance. Though I can come nowhere near the shadow of that Supreme Being, I felt my own fair share of that divine bliss this morning. Going for a walk on the seashore, I crossed the spot where hundreds of pigeons and crows converge every morning. They eat the peanuts and grains offered by the visitors to the beach. This morning too they were there.

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While walking in a contemplative mood, I saw them take off at once, fluttered by some noise. It wasn't one bird or even ten birds. There were hundreds of birds in the air, at once! There could have been even a thousand or two of them. Just as I was watching them, they took flight simultaneously, dotting the sky above the Bay of Bengal. The Sun had hardly come out, and was swarmed by the grey clouds, like a celebrity surrounded by people while emerging out of the residence. With that mixed hue of orange, grey and other such shades one can expect to see in the dawning sky, the birds mingled in their dark, silhouetted forms. It was like the sky trying to put up an entirely different show now - from being the dark expanse filled with shining stars, to the bright - well, almost - sky dotted with dark forms. The contrast and the bliss I felt were beyond words!

It was then that something clicked open, deep inside me. Then I realised this - we are all conceived and born in a deep state of bliss and peace. And, we are all entitled to feel and be in that state forever. Letting all the transient emotions and ephemeral experiences have their effect on us and dull that state of bliss and peace is like committing an injustice against ourselves. Anything that hinders that state of pure peace and pristine bliss is to be either seen for what it is and transformed to the right state or needs to be trimmed out of our minds. Clinging on to the pain and crying always is like hugging a cactus, not letting go, while still complaining about the pricking thorns.

But then, I also realised that the trick is not about mere 'realisations', but about having timely reminders. It is possible to let these positive realisations sidelined by the chaos of our daily lives. Traffic snarls, workplace confrontations, arguments with friends that turn ugly, silly spats with the dear ones in family, hidden pains, bitter memories of the past, fears about the future, the loneliness of our lives, the occasional feeling of vacuum inside our minds - all these and more can form like soot on our soul and make us forget the lessons and come down from that divine state of bliss. The trick then is not about mere realisations but about setting constant reminders.

There are many ways to remind ourselves of the divine bliss and peace that is always around us. Gratitude is one of them. Love is another. Keeping a permanent smile on the face is one other trick. Each and every one of us have tools and techniques that can help us heal quickly from the daily travails and get back to that supreme state of mind easily.

But, like every aspect that dominates this Universe, this realisation and reminder are also guided by that greatest boon bestowed on us - freewill. We can either choose to realise, remember and remind ourselves constantly that bliss and peace are ours and they belong to us. Or, we can simply leave such things to be the topics for sages and saints and go back to letting our mind rot in the rut of day-to-day life. The choice, purely, is ours!

Book Review – Broken Republic, Arundhati Roy

Arundhati Roy. The first time I heard this name, I was just about to exit my teens, into my second year in college, with hardly a dozen or so books in my bookshelf that had gotten me the tag of 'intellect' amidst my relatives. That was the time when she had won Booker prize for her novel 'The God of Small Things'. I heard her name and about the award in the news and promptly forgot about it soon, considering novels and works of contemporary - read, those who are alive - authors to be ‘too ordinary’ for someone like me to read.

Now, my ego and so-called 'intellect' set aside, I grew up hearing about her once in a blue-moon while. Sometime about her new work, sometime about her involvement with the Maoist organisation, some other time in the form of a review that I didn't deign to read, about 'The God of Small Things'. She was always pushing herself into my life in one way or the other. On one occasion so very clearly remembered, I picked up a hardbound copy of her book 'Walking With The Comrades' at Landmark, only to drop it to fetch another book by Paulo Coelho. I had a shoestring budget for books at that time and one book per month was all that I could afford, you see.

Nevertheless, her foray into my attention continued in the form of her criticism of Anna Hazare, then her recent stupid criticism of Gandhi - I wonder why it has become a fashion in this country for the so-called intellectuals to attack Gandhi always, but I digress - and finally, my viewing the Tamizh translation of her book 'Broken Republic', in one of the book shows in my hometown. And, as if the Universe conspired to make me read her works, the book 'Broken Republic' came up first in the suggestions thrown up by Amazon.in recently. And, that was the last straw that made the camel order the book!

Once in a while you get to read a book that radically alters your whole perceptions about life and the way it is to be lived. Trust me. This book is one such. The book opens with events that will make you remember the Telugu movies of the 70’s and 80’s, which dealt with rebel topics of land reformation, oppressive landlords and revolutionary, vigilante heroes. But hardly a few more lines into the book and you realize that Arundhati means business – or, is it anti-business? She rips away the veil of pride about the country from before your eyes. She launches into a scathing attack about some of the biggest business conglomerates in the country, and some from out of its borders too.

This book is divided into four sections. Or, to be precise, four of her essays come together to make up this book. The first chapter, ‘Mr.Chidambaram’s War’ attacks the ex-Finance-Minister-and-then-the-Home-minister of this country, P.Chidambaram, for his faulty policies, hypocritical standards of having been the evangelist for the greedy corporate in the past only to don the cloak of a nationalist now. She also exposes how the Operation Green Hunt is a veil to snatch the lands and livelihood from the sons of this soil, the tribals and small farmers, only to redistribute eit to the corporate behemoths in the name of ‘public purpose’. She also laments how the environmental impact of such actions is cared for little or no way by the indifferent Indian government.

The second chapter ‘Walking With The Comrades’ provides an inside view into the lives of those branded as ‘Maoists’ and hunted down by police, paramilitary and mercenaries alike. She spends a few days with them and as one of them, walking with them, talking to them, living with them, listening to their grievances and listing down their troubles. She explores how the ‘Red Corridor’ – Dandakaranya, the area between Chattisgarh, Orissa, Andhrapradesh – is not actually suffering from Maoist presence, but by the presence of money-minting mining/infrastructure companies.

The third chapter ‘Trickledown Revolution’ deals with the displacement of poor and platform dwellers all over the country, for causes ranging from Commonwealth Games to corporate deals. It deals once again about the displacement of people due to the MoUs signed by the government with mining/infrastructure/construction companies. She spares none – neither the favorite punching bags of the previous regime – Sonia, Manmohan and Rahul – nor the current poster-boy of Indian politics, Shrimaan Narendra Modi. For once she shows some sanity, weighing not only the demands of Maoists, but their misdeeds as well. She contemplates as to how fit an alternative for the current system they will be and also whether their ideal, almost-utopian ideologies can really be implemented, in case if they ever assume power.

The fourth and final chapter ‘Capitalism: A Ghost Story’, starts by mocking Mr.Mukesh Ambani, whose obscenely ostentatious house (?) Antilla sticks out of the Mumbai skyline like a sore thumb. She goes on to talk about the corporate intervention into our lives and how we are being made to live and believe lies. Though this chapter sounds like the quintessential paranoid propaganda of the Left, you don’t feel it that way when she starts stacking proofs about how the big companies have started wielding clout in the media, art and literature by acquiring huge stakes in them. Also, the typical accusations about how the American CIA, charitable foundations with surreptitious motives and the weapon-makers have infiltrated many countries in multifarious forms.

Every page, every sentence and every word in this book smells of the so-called Leftist ideology, but dwell deep and you will realize that she is speaking about the real issues that stare us on our faces. While we sit at our drawing rooms, keep going on with our ‘contented’ lives of watching TV news and passing opinions about every unworthy event surrounding actresses’ cleavage and abdominal abomination of the celluloid hero dummies, there is one part of the country that goes to sleep in hungry stomachs and uncertainty about waking up the next day. This book will make you think whether the lives that we are living are real and worthy. Those who complain about their lives will start seeing the blessings in theirs. This will shake you out of your society-induced soft slumber.

And, when the book ends, your pride about this country’s economic achievements will stand deflated!

Hate, Like, Love!

In our lives, we will all meet three types of people.

The first lot will never be able to see our positives, but will happily find our faults and hit us at those weak points. They are the ones that will take pleasure in pushing us in the dirt, smearing our faces and hurting us at whim.

The second lot are the ones that will keep praising us, lauding even the smallest of our deeds as something so grand and unique. These are the people that like us and don't want to see our faults or choose to ignore them.

Then, there will be people who will be appreciate us when we are right and rap us on the knuckles when we are wrong. These are the people that will neither unduly praise us, nor unnecessarily blame us. They are the ones who will 'call the spade a spade' irrespective of the consequences. Truly these are the ones that love us for what we are.

The beauty of Life is that each of these people contribute to our growth and personal development. It is up to us to treat them with the amount of respect and attention that each of them deserve, without being bogged down by appearances. <3

Live Life, Intense & King-size!

Equanimity is a virtue, no doubts. But once in a while, it is OK to indulge in the emotional extremes too, because, it is only when one plunges into the emotional chaos can one emerge better and wiser. And, it is in the sheer peak of emotions, with happiness flowing all around, does one catch a glimpse of that all-encompassing Love.

After all, the point of life is not merely about stopping every now and then to analyze the progress, but about living it. And, living one does, by going through all the emotions wholly and properly. Cry when you feel sad, smile when you feel happy, laugh like a child, grin like a kid, weep when you feel worse, love with all your being, let go with gratitude when people leave, play fair and yet hard, eat for your tastes, wear your favorite clothes, pamper yourself with the paraphernalia you like, love yourself enough to cut the flabs - physical as well as emotional, listen to music that elevates you, read stuff that makes you wiser, do things that you always wanted to do, kiss like you want to pour your beings into one another, love like you might never get a chance again, hug like you want to fuse your souls together, leave no emotions unsaid, no hurts unhealed, no mistakes uncorrected, no friendships left to gather dust and no parts of your being, unexplored. Life is too big to play small and sensible. 

Be a sinner, become a saint. Be a student, become the teacher. Be in pitch darkness, grow into light. Feel the hatred, blossom into love.

Be spontaneous and sure about all that you do. Indeed, this is what Nature teaches us too. Have you seen a tree in spring? Have you seen the same tree again in autumn? In spring, the tree shines in full bloom, bringing forth all his riches, putting up a colorful show. He does not worry about equanimity and remaining stoical over the impending autumn. He just brings for his riches and shines in full glory.

The same tree, when autumn arrives, sheds all the flowers, buds and the leaves. He doesn't wail, but understands that to be an inevitable event in life. Once in a while, he has to remain desolate, naked, vulnerable, ugly and without any cause for revelry. But he does not complain. He just goes through the same completely. He doesn't hold some leaves, doesn't try faking blooms or simply give up, wither and die at once. He just lives, because deep inside, he knows that the hands of the clock will come full circle again.

There are only two things that one must keep in mind all through the process of life - Love and Gratitude. Once you're sure that you have both these in your arsenal, you are free to go ahead and take on Life. Life isn't to be merely analyzed and acknowledged. Life is just to be lived, and to be lived intense and King-size!

Love & Let Go - Farewell

What will a man do when he finds such a love? Confess it? Ask for consent? Take it towards its natural course for consummation? Treat it like everybody does? Nope. He feels an abundance of gratitude, for being able to feel such pure, unbridled love, for becoming emotionally alive, for being proved right in believing that it is possible to love for the sake of love alone.

Then, he feels respect. Respect for the Forces that felt it right to allow him to feel such bliss again. To feel that pure emotion of love that acted as a salve for his soul, healing his wounds and setting him on his path again. No matter what others said, he clung on to his belief in the truth of Love, and lo, he was rewarded for his belief and faith in love.

And then, he lets go that love!

Yes, he allows it go ahead on its path. A person who made one feel such an evolved form of love, someone who is capable of making one feel such sheer bliss is not to be confined and castled in one’s mundane emotional bonds. Such love needs to be respected, admired and allowed to flow unhindered. It is only the earthly emotions that demand satiation and satisfaction, not the ethereal ones. Platonic affection demands neither carnal satiation nor emotional affiliation. It doesn’t bind someone, hold someone down, try to possess and claim someone as one’s own, but instead respects, feels grateful for it and allows it to flow on.

The calm and cool breeze moves across the lands, gardens, gutters and jungles alike, meeting the flowers, trees, animals and the rest alike, carrying the source of life for all beings in this planet. Every time it caresses a fresh bloom, the bloom smiles at the breeze, gently waves at it and smiles with gratitude. The bloom never tries to capture the breeze and to keep it as its own. For, the bloom knows that it is not possible to hold the breeze, because the breeze belongs to everyone and everything. Even a tiny bit of breeze that is forcibly held captive will turn into stale air, smelling of nothingness, devoid of life.

The bloom also knows that its own grandeur is nothing compared to the glory of the breeze. The bloom is allowed to only feel gratitude for the presence of the breeze, no matter however brief that might have been, cherish the opportunity to be acquainted with the breeze and to bid farewell to the breeze on its free, flowing path. The bloom simply smiles, thanks and does let go the breeze, hoping that the breeze will cross its path again sooner.

Even if not, the bloom will not complain about it, because the bloom is now aware of the breeze’s presence, aware as to what it means to feel the breeze, aware how much warmth and life did the breeze bring into its existence. The bloom also feels happy that it was awakened from its slumber and was made to spread its fragrance.  The bloom didn’t after all send the breeze away empty handed. While the breeze brought the gift of life for the bloom, the bloom also did bid farewell to the breeze by sharing some of its fragrance with it. And, the mere thought that the breeze will remember the bloom, having felt the bloom’s fragrance, makes it an even relationship for the bloom.

Some blooms are just meant to let go! And, some breezes are just meant to awaken more blooms!