It is time of life ladies and gentlemen, to give up everything for the win.
Not because winning is everything, but because victory is yet left to be attained.
George Mallory was questioned on the reason for climbing Mount Everest. He answered saying that he is climbing Mount Everest "Because it's there".
Action, speech and thought will now be taken to a higher level. I hereafter will perform at the pinnacle of my capacity.
Cheers!
Monday, May 30, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
The El Dorado Expedition
It will be a journey all the way back. Back to the beginning. Right from where I started. There is really no other way to keep me happy, healthy and satisfied. This road that I travel on lets me do what I want. But the idea is about being on a road which would lead to El Dorado. What point does it make for me to keep travelling on one of the best roads in the world when it doesn't bloody go to El Dorado. You get what I'm saying? Yes I do.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
A Personal Note
Hello,
I blog today at 5 am and I shall not post a poem. This is one of those few entries which I post more often than not on such occasions that embark upon a new path in my life.
I will now explain my thoughts to share what I am going through, which you might relate to your life. After all, what I experience is only human, especially in the society that we live in.
A confusion arises in every crucial choice we make in the early 20's. The first and the most important reason for this is the lack of complete knowledge. And the state of complete knowledge is only a fictitious concept. Because knowledge is infinite and with all that we humans collectively know, I feel we have conquered the tip of the iceberg. Hence an inevitable problem of lack of knowledge always exists.
From the mother to the professor, from the sibling to the competitor- the second reason for the confusion is the influence that the family and the peer group has on us.
And the third reason is that it is extremely difficult to discover oneself - one's truest aspirations and beliefs. And once that is done, it would take the strength of Cratus to take the dream to its reality.
The challenge is to do what one is cut out for and also be socially admirable.
Please do share your thoughts. Let us see where we land up!
Best wishes.
I blog today at 5 am and I shall not post a poem. This is one of those few entries which I post more often than not on such occasions that embark upon a new path in my life.
I will now explain my thoughts to share what I am going through, which you might relate to your life. After all, what I experience is only human, especially in the society that we live in.
A confusion arises in every crucial choice we make in the early 20's. The first and the most important reason for this is the lack of complete knowledge. And the state of complete knowledge is only a fictitious concept. Because knowledge is infinite and with all that we humans collectively know, I feel we have conquered the tip of the iceberg. Hence an inevitable problem of lack of knowledge always exists.
From the mother to the professor, from the sibling to the competitor- the second reason for the confusion is the influence that the family and the peer group has on us.
And the third reason is that it is extremely difficult to discover oneself - one's truest aspirations and beliefs. And once that is done, it would take the strength of Cratus to take the dream to its reality.
The challenge is to do what one is cut out for and also be socially admirable.
Please do share your thoughts. Let us see where we land up!
Best wishes.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Act II Scene I
So the drama continues,
You must forget Act I.
In the middle of the blues,
You think of head, heart and gun.
Think of it more,
And there won't be a second,
It will all be a bore,
No tale, no legend.
The gloom will subside
My dear, the misery will end,
You will laugh because you cried,
With a new random friend.
Tread along the script,dear,
You know not what twists await,
No Macbeth, Ceaser no Lear,
As You Like It, you will create.
You must forget Act I.
In the middle of the blues,
You think of head, heart and gun.
Think of it more,
And there won't be a second,
It will all be a bore,
No tale, no legend.
The gloom will subside
My dear, the misery will end,
You will laugh because you cried,
With a new random friend.
Tread along the script,dear,
You know not what twists await,
No Macbeth, Ceaser no Lear,
As You Like It, you will create.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Prismatic
Smallest strongest,
Makes everything big
To thy eyes and mine,
Such is her strength.
Drives on the open road,
Wind blows the roof off,
Windows shatter one by one
And she pushes the accelerator.
The road ends but she flies,
The sun ray hits her glass
To give a diamond glare.
Inspired, the Cloud forms a Rainbow.
Picture courtesy : http://rainbowwallpaper.info
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Flow
Go go,
go with the flow.
Move fast
Or move slow.
Clutch not to the rocks,
Fear not you droplet,
You will see no shocks,
It is only an octet.
Dance, dance along
The music of the flow,
Sing to make it a song,
Find peace in the tempo.
Choose channel A or B,
You still sing,
Still dance free,
To nothing you cling.
You shall go to sea,
Yes,one day, and till then,
Move fast or move slow,
Sing and dance in the flow.
go with the flow.
Move fast
Or move slow.
Clutch not to the rocks,
Fear not you droplet,
You will see no shocks,
It is only an octet.
Dance, dance along
The music of the flow,
Sing to make it a song,
Find peace in the tempo.
Choose channel A or B,
You still sing,
Still dance free,
To nothing you cling.
You shall go to sea,
Yes,one day, and till then,
Move fast or move slow,
Sing and dance in the flow.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Flame
Does it matter who's the King?
Or who's the minister?
The hardy to their fear do not cling,
They only for the latter make it sinister.
If for once you look inside,
Deeper than you ever have done,
A ball of energy you will see on the hide,
Explosive gunpowder of a hundred odd tonne.
Zero to a hundred in time undefined,
Going into timespace(remembering Einstein),
A look at the world for someone who was blind,
Extracting myriad strength from Life's mine.
You emerge at the top of your game,
And just then everyone says, "Have some shame!"
Don't look at them, you are not to blame,
Above heart and head, keep your flame.
Or who's the minister?
The hardy to their fear do not cling,
They only for the latter make it sinister.
If for once you look inside,
Deeper than you ever have done,
A ball of energy you will see on the hide,
Explosive gunpowder of a hundred odd tonne.
Zero to a hundred in time undefined,
Going into timespace(remembering Einstein),
A look at the world for someone who was blind,
Extracting myriad strength from Life's mine.
You emerge at the top of your game,
And just then everyone says, "Have some shame!"
Don't look at them, you are not to blame,
Above heart and head, keep your flame.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Gibberafternoon.
Often one doesn't know how to express. But I believe that anyway, one should. Here is a little bit of my life in gibberish. Tell me what you hear.
Argameshun jes tiapro, ti veragutan bee muzadarika. Seemprashuda zesh yo vanista dembo ki ki.
Helwith juha kishee bishee, drik zwik gik.
Mezarukee gembo ikki tikki rikki.
Swamby sheshe origi zeperasush?
Yewo teke honotuda zele opy bekher.
(Now read it again in an angry tone, then a sad tone and finally by making funny faces)
Argameshun jes tiapro, ti veragutan bee muzadarika. Seemprashuda zesh yo vanista dembo ki ki.
Helwith juha kishee bishee, drik zwik gik.
Mezarukee gembo ikki tikki rikki.
Swamby sheshe origi zeperasush?
Yewo teke honotuda zele opy bekher.
(Now read it again in an angry tone, then a sad tone and finally by making funny faces)
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Ho ho ho! The season is here!
Hello guys!
Merry christmas and a very happy new year, in advance. This post is a dedication to a very close friend who has completed yet another year of awesomeness.
I was dressed up as Santa yesterday and was sculpting balloons for children at a well known store. I got a picture of how much one Santa can do for so many children- create or sustain a world of fantasy which exists only in childhood.
If not that much, at least get smiles on the faces of the older kids. Yes, kids can be a pain sometimes. But, at the risk of sounding like a parent already, it all feels worth it to contribute a little bit of happiness to their lives.
It felt so good to really go out there and spread happiness and that too, was overly exaggerated for me because I never say ,"HO HO HO!" thirty times an hour. It made me realize what we really miss out on thanks to our inhibitions of being open in expressing what we feel for people, maybe at the risk of sounding stupid. Yes, I had apprehensions about being a public Santa. But I thought it to be worth the risk. And yes, it was. There was a lady who came with an infant in her hand and spoke to him saying, "Oh see! Your first Santa!". The mother clicked a photograph of the seven-odd month old in his father's arms with me. And all that I could think of was 'Wow!'. There were some six year old's who gave me one of the best responses for the balloons I sculpted for them. So much happiness.
It was a pain sometimes because there were seventy odd children and managing them, their emotions and their mother's emotions and turning them into happiness was a task. I had to build impromptu stories and manage the crowd as I simultaneously pumped air into the balloons and twisted and turned them into Christmas goodies for the children.
The experience made me realize how I am different when I was known to the world as Santa and not Avinash Shahri. The former had a huge deal of happiness to provide. The latter was tired after the event, but left fulfilled. Same person.
To think of it, this whole episode reminds of this birthday girl. Why? Because she always spreads happiness. That's it. She spreads, happiness. Happy birthday.Andwatelse?
Merry christmas and a very happy new year, in advance. This post is a dedication to a very close friend who has completed yet another year of awesomeness.
I was dressed up as Santa yesterday and was sculpting balloons for children at a well known store. I got a picture of how much one Santa can do for so many children- create or sustain a world of fantasy which exists only in childhood.
If not that much, at least get smiles on the faces of the older kids. Yes, kids can be a pain sometimes. But, at the risk of sounding like a parent already, it all feels worth it to contribute a little bit of happiness to their lives.
It felt so good to really go out there and spread happiness and that too, was overly exaggerated for me because I never say ,"HO HO HO!" thirty times an hour. It made me realize what we really miss out on thanks to our inhibitions of being open in expressing what we feel for people, maybe at the risk of sounding stupid. Yes, I had apprehensions about being a public Santa. But I thought it to be worth the risk. And yes, it was. There was a lady who came with an infant in her hand and spoke to him saying, "Oh see! Your first Santa!". The mother clicked a photograph of the seven-odd month old in his father's arms with me. And all that I could think of was 'Wow!'. There were some six year old's who gave me one of the best responses for the balloons I sculpted for them. So much happiness.
It was a pain sometimes because there were seventy odd children and managing them, their emotions and their mother's emotions and turning them into happiness was a task. I had to build impromptu stories and manage the crowd as I simultaneously pumped air into the balloons and twisted and turned them into Christmas goodies for the children.
The experience made me realize how I am different when I was known to the world as Santa and not Avinash Shahri. The former had a huge deal of happiness to provide. The latter was tired after the event, but left fulfilled. Same person.
To think of it, this whole episode reminds of this birthday girl. Why? Because she always spreads happiness. That's it. She spreads, happiness. Happy birthday.Andwatelse?
Friday, December 3, 2010
Float like a butterfly, Sting like a bee
I am going through a very typical 4:14 am syndrome. A syndrome which puts a lot in one's head to think and overrides sleep. To go through this syndrome is beautiful as it ceases to exist only after a blog post is put up. A blog post is expression in the form of text. I feel that one would benefit a great deal by having a habit of regularly expressing in a certain form - dancing, painting, writing and singing being the popular ways. Eventually, one does gain a certain expertise over such a form of expression, so much so, that one begins to enjoy it.
Each one of us has a different approach to forms and styles of expression. Each one of us will be different at it. Any two Bharat-Natyam dancers, with a similar body structure and training period, who train under the same guru will be unequivocally different in their stage performance. One's way of doing things is heavily influenced by one's style of expression. Taking into consideration the larger picture, one's profession and style of communication become an expression of humanity that the world remembers, even after one is dead. Then the world defines this person in a line, or maybe a few words.
I am moved by the definition (nickname) that a certain person got from humanity. He is called 'The Greatest'. His name is Muhammad Ali.
They say, that Muhammad Ali was a good fighter, but when he would attack, there could possibly not be anyone better- "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee" . The following video captures the last few seconds of the famous match between the two greats - Muhammad Ali and George Foreman, popularly called as 'The Rumble in the Jungle'.
You will see in the video that he is calm and playing along as if it's the normal business that he is into. But he knows. He knows when his real game begins. He has calculated that already, but even as the planned time to begin the blitz nears, his head is as cool as a cucumber, muscles are as relaxed as they could be in a boxing match and overall performance is that of an ordinary pugilist. With the blink of an eye, in an unexpected moment, Muhammad Ali as if transforms into an angry salivating predator. And even before one cares to notice - Bam Boom Bam Dhish! K.O.
I am in so much of awe of Muhammad Ali as his approach has always worked for me. And when I consciously decided to 'Float like a butterfly and sting like a bee' it worked even better. Infact, it gave me this result of winning luxuriously with a good lead from the runner up, a feeling of being 'The Greatest' in my small little game.
So, who is your inspiration?
Each one of us has a different approach to forms and styles of expression. Each one of us will be different at it. Any two Bharat-Natyam dancers, with a similar body structure and training period, who train under the same guru will be unequivocally different in their stage performance. One's way of doing things is heavily influenced by one's style of expression. Taking into consideration the larger picture, one's profession and style of communication become an expression of humanity that the world remembers, even after one is dead. Then the world defines this person in a line, or maybe a few words.
I am moved by the definition (nickname) that a certain person got from humanity. He is called 'The Greatest'. His name is Muhammad Ali.
They say, that Muhammad Ali was a good fighter, but when he would attack, there could possibly not be anyone better- "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee" . The following video captures the last few seconds of the famous match between the two greats - Muhammad Ali and George Foreman, popularly called as 'The Rumble in the Jungle'.
You will see in the video that he is calm and playing along as if it's the normal business that he is into. But he knows. He knows when his real game begins. He has calculated that already, but even as the planned time to begin the blitz nears, his head is as cool as a cucumber, muscles are as relaxed as they could be in a boxing match and overall performance is that of an ordinary pugilist. With the blink of an eye, in an unexpected moment, Muhammad Ali as if transforms into an angry salivating predator. And even before one cares to notice - Bam Boom Bam Dhish! K.O.
I am in so much of awe of Muhammad Ali as his approach has always worked for me. And when I consciously decided to 'Float like a butterfly and sting like a bee' it worked even better. Infact, it gave me this result of winning luxuriously with a good lead from the runner up, a feeling of being 'The Greatest' in my small little game.
So, who is your inspiration?
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