Friday, March 30, 2012
The green pen
It looks green from the outside. It is a fluorescent green plasticky, absolutely non-environment-friendly skinny little thing. From afar, it seems like a non-entity. When in my hand, it is the most useful tool.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Cannot will not its so hot
No, the weather is not what I'm thinking about. Sometimes its easier to comprehend nature than God. Maybe at all times. But I cannot for sure say that its my fault. I hate to call myself human. I think mankind is a wrongly coined term. Man and kind can't both be possible. Not in today's complicated galaxy. But the galaxy is as old as God Himself. So obviously I am not looking for the right reasons in the right places.
When I have time, I go to the movies or catch up on sleep. If God had other plans for me, then He would be more sure of Himself. I cannot stand His confused ideas and will not.
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
When I have time, I go to the movies or catch up on sleep. If God had other plans for me, then He would be more sure of Himself. I cannot stand His confused ideas and will not.
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Cobwebs
They are so pretty, and so intricate, and so mesmerising. But ughh, I hate them. Cobwebs are omnipresent. Wherever I look, they are there- any nook, any cranny, small, big, colourful, not colurful...everywhere. How these spideys find the place, I wonder. It's a mystery to me how they do all this unnoticed and unperturbed about it. Some call it architecture at its best. Others like me, evade such discussions for obvious reasons.
What is most interesting is that the webs are usually made in places where it is humanly impossible to reach. To remove a cobweb from the ceiling would mean performing a feat that is fit to be recorded in the Guiness Book. Why, dear God, are these creatures a necessity?
I think I have a mail in my inbox from God.
What is most interesting is that the webs are usually made in places where it is humanly impossible to reach. To remove a cobweb from the ceiling would mean performing a feat that is fit to be recorded in the Guiness Book. Why, dear God, are these creatures a necessity?
I think I have a mail in my inbox from God.
Criteria
Why should there be a criteria for everything? What happened to all the jargon about a "free-world"?
I suppose it's true
I suppose it's true,
that the world is round.
Why else would we see things in fish-eye?
I suppose it's true,
that oranges are orange.
Or else they would have been named green.
I suppose it's true,
that 2 comes after 1.
Or I would never have failed in Math.
I suppose it's true,
that love is a bug.
Why else would lovers marry?
I suppose it's true,
that I am God.
Or else I would have been humane.
I suppose it's true,
that mosquitoes are omniscient.
How else would they know my whereabouts all the time?
I suppose it's true,
that the best things in this world are fattening.
Or else I would have been lanky.
I suppose it's true,
that blogging is inevitable.
There is no 'or else' for it.
I suppose it's true,
that time waits for none.
Or why else would I stop?
that the world is round.
Why else would we see things in fish-eye?
I suppose it's true,
that oranges are orange.
Or else they would have been named green.
I suppose it's true,
that 2 comes after 1.
Or I would never have failed in Math.
I suppose it's true,
that love is a bug.
Why else would lovers marry?
I suppose it's true,
that I am God.
Or else I would have been humane.
I suppose it's true,
that mosquitoes are omniscient.
How else would they know my whereabouts all the time?
I suppose it's true,
that the best things in this world are fattening.
Or else I would have been lanky.
I suppose it's true,
that blogging is inevitable.
There is no 'or else' for it.
I suppose it's true,
that time waits for none.
Or why else would I stop?
Visual Ethnography of a Temple
As part of my academic work, I am doing Visual Ethnography of a Snake Temple. It is called the Suvarna Temple and is located in Powai, Mumbai. It is a fascinating subject because of the diverse range of Gods and Goddesses associated with the Temple.
I need to be discrete with the information as of now, but will update this post soon.
I need to be discrete with the information as of now, but will update this post soon.
What's wrong with being secondhand?
New decade, new year, new resolutions, new clothes, new me. New me? That is the most lame concoction, a human ever devised. I am what I am. One needs to live with it. Make sure the world understands. What's wrong with being ME? Yes, I am my parents' daughter. True, I am my sister's sibling. Few even know me as my aunt's son's girlfriend's sister's teacher. Secondhand all. But it's all right. I don't mind being secondhand.
Mr. Bucky fuller had a fantastic view explained in his book No more secondhand God
I hate to admit but I love his acknowledgement of God as a verb rather than a noun. But, this is where our roads diverge. I believe that there is no harm in believing in the Secondhand Theory. Man is but bound to live a life that comes full circle. Our very birth, according to Hindu Vedas, is a result of our previous lives. How then, can I say this is a new life? It is part and parcel, or rather the baggage of my previous life, I carry. No, I'm not a pessimist. I'm just a source of revelation. I adore the world around me. Which is precisely why I don't mind being secondhand, even if it means being secondhand to none!
If only the Secondhand Theory were to be accepted as a habit, we would cease to be a consumerist society. It may sound far-fetched, but I feel we can do with going back to our hand-me-down times, where I use the same car as my Dad. Why quit secondhand so easily?
Mr. Bucky fuller had a fantastic view explained in his book No more secondhand God
I see God in
the instruments and the mechanisms that
work
reliably,
more reliably than the limited sensory departments of
the human mechanism.
And God says
observe the paradox
of man's creative potentials
and his destructive tactics.
He could have his new world
through sufficient love
for "all's fair"
in love as well as in war
which means you can
junk as much rubbish,
skip as many stupid agreements
by love,
spontaneous unselfishness radiant.
The revolution has come set
on fire from the top.
Let it burn swiftly.
Neither the branches, trunk, nor roots will be endangered.
Only last year's leaves and
the parasite-bearded moss and orchids
will not be there
when the next spring brings fresh growth
and free standing flowers.
Here is God's purpose
for God, to me, it seems,
is a verb
not a noun,
proper or improper;
is the articulation
not the art, objective or subjective;
is loving,
not the abstraction "love" commanded or entreated;
is knowledge dynamic,
not legislative code,
not proclamation law.
not academic dogma, not ecclesiastic canon.
Yes, God is a verb,
the most active,
connoting the vast harmonic
reordering of the universe
from unleashed chaos of energy.
And there is born unheralded
a great natural peace,
not out of exclusive
pseudo-static security
but out of including, refining, dynamic balancing.
Naught is lost.
Only the false and nonexistent are dispelled.
And I've thought through to tomorrow
which is also today.
The telephone rings
and you say to me
Hello Buckling this is Christopher; or
Daddy it's Allegra; or
Mr. Fuller this is the Telephone Company Business Office;
and I say you are inaccurate.
Because I knew you were going to call
and furthermore I recognize
that it is God who is "speaking."
And you say
aren't you being fantastic?
And knowing you I say no.
All organized religions of the past
were inherently developed
as beliefs and credits
in "second hand" information.
Therefore it will be an entirely new era
when man finds himself confronted
with direct experience
with an obviously a priori
intellectually anticipatory competency
that has interordered
all that he is discovering.
the instruments and the mechanisms that
work
reliably,
more reliably than the limited sensory departments of
the human mechanism.
And God says
observe the paradox
of man's creative potentials
and his destructive tactics.
He could have his new world
through sufficient love
for "all's fair"
in love as well as in war
which means you can
junk as much rubbish,
skip as many stupid agreements
by love,
spontaneous unselfishness radiant.
The revolution has come set
on fire from the top.
Let it burn swiftly.
Neither the branches, trunk, nor roots will be endangered.
Only last year's leaves and
the parasite-bearded moss and orchids
will not be there
when the next spring brings fresh growth
and free standing flowers.
Here is God's purpose
for God, to me, it seems,
is a verb
not a noun,
proper or improper;
is the articulation
not the art, objective or subjective;
is loving,
not the abstraction "love" commanded or entreated;
is knowledge dynamic,
not legislative code,
not proclamation law.
not academic dogma, not ecclesiastic canon.
Yes, God is a verb,
the most active,
connoting the vast harmonic
reordering of the universe
from unleashed chaos of energy.
And there is born unheralded
a great natural peace,
not out of exclusive
pseudo-static security
but out of including, refining, dynamic balancing.
Naught is lost.
Only the false and nonexistent are dispelled.
And I've thought through to tomorrow
which is also today.
The telephone rings
and you say to me
Hello Buckling this is Christopher; or
Daddy it's Allegra; or
Mr. Fuller this is the Telephone Company Business Office;
and I say you are inaccurate.
Because I knew you were going to call
and furthermore I recognize
that it is God who is "speaking."
And you say
aren't you being fantastic?
And knowing you I say no.
All organized religions of the past
were inherently developed
as beliefs and credits
in "second hand" information.
Therefore it will be an entirely new era
when man finds himself confronted
with direct experience
with an obviously a priori
intellectually anticipatory competency
that has interordered
all that he is discovering.
I hate to admit but I love his acknowledgement of God as a verb rather than a noun. But, this is where our roads diverge. I believe that there is no harm in believing in the Secondhand Theory. Man is but bound to live a life that comes full circle. Our very birth, according to Hindu Vedas, is a result of our previous lives. How then, can I say this is a new life? It is part and parcel, or rather the baggage of my previous life, I carry. No, I'm not a pessimist. I'm just a source of revelation. I adore the world around me. Which is precisely why I don't mind being secondhand, even if it means being secondhand to none!
If only the Secondhand Theory were to be accepted as a habit, we would cease to be a consumerist society. It may sound far-fetched, but I feel we can do with going back to our hand-me-down times, where I use the same car as my Dad. Why quit secondhand so easily?
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