Education & the nature of work

True education is that which makes us humble. Humility is the true essence of knowledge and the realisation of the fact that we learn throughout our lives. Higher education brings with it a sense of pride that masks this humility and makes people arrogant and supremely confident. Higher education does nothing to inculcate any sense of better living or conduct. In fact, i have found the uneducated to be most considerate amongst us. They value what they have and they value their relationships. They do not have a scale defined by degrees, by which they measure up people but it is done purely by deeds and actions. I have seen others and have myself felt false pride of being a graduate from a prestigious institution. The fact remains that the place does not define me rather only my actions there define me. And my actions throughout my life will define me.

Speaking of actions, i have always truly believed that man essentially finds pleasure when he is creating something. Commerce in the olden days was all about creation and barter. Everyone has a skillset that is valuable to the community as a whole and exploiting it gives him true happiness. Therein lies happiness in being a mere cobbler or a construction worker or a farmer all of whom use their two hands to create. Good old manual labour that has been replaced by the cubicle that is fast making us forget the tools of survival. The pure epiphany of facing the odds of nature and being shaped by its rules makes one harmonious with a deeper sense of being that we all are in a constant search of.

Therin lies the restlessness of my hands.

Amen!

The way we make it

Racing thoughts, uncontrolled and directionless leading to neither a conclusion or slowing down in anyway. Break! Relax and then a complete void. A void that is not empty but fulfilling. A calmness sets upon the mind. The riot within is purged replaced by a comforting calm. And i am at peace. That's all it takes.

Knock! Knock!

What you resist persists - Carl Jung

Starting Line

Just need to focus. Be in the moment and most importantly, be myself. Honest to the core. A lot to learn and a lot to live :)

Mere Sentences

Rise

This is for me. Just plain sentences. Words strung up together. Make me feel, ache, cry and express. No thought, no flow. No objective and no point to make or prove. I know everything, I am conscious about every idea i believe in and i do things wrong consciously by succumbing to my mind. So here goes, mere sentences.

Have a heart.

Mould your mind.

A lot to learn and a lot to live.

Be awake.

Complete honesty towards oneself.

Be in the moment.

Focus.

Live life.

Discipline mind and body.

Try and control your life.

Get a Grip.

Make your destiny.

There is always a choice.

Make your choice and not let it be made.

Be conscious of everything you do.

Invest your complete presence in everything you do.

Respect elders and traditions.

We are what we think.

Be persistent.

Be involved.

Go the extra mile.

Never lose hope.

Positivity in everything.

Smile.

Give experience a chance.

Lose inhibitions and ego.


RISE

Rise

A beautiful word, plain, simple, positive and full of encouragement. Something that the heart desires and the mind connives.

A new beginning.

Cleaning my slate. Letting go. Being truly fresh.





And here I Start

Marathon Man

It is a long run. A run one cannot avoid. A run that may not seem like one. That tires you, refreshes you and enriches you. A race that simply tests your persistence. Creates obstacles and a graph with regular zeniths and nadir. A race where there is no way to determine a winner or a loser. You just be. Run till you run out of breathe, literally.

Insane is life. Our manner of living and surviving. Do we really own our lives? Feel like a constant prisoner. A trap and a maze, delusional. Navigating through this maze, little do I realize that it’s a trap that I have been snared in. My curiosity makes the maze bearable but when the innocence completely dies, I will be horribly trapped.

I run. Off the starting blocks. No point in stopping, as long as I am running I am moving towards something. However unknown and uncertain it might be. At least I am moving. This be my marathon.

Buffet

I am not really a lunch person. Eating out means going out for some nice dinner at a fancy restaurant. Ever since i reached bangalore , now lunch has become this regimented affair almost. Don't feel like eating but usually am driven by hunger caused by a lack of breakfast.

So i tumble , drag and scratch my head every afternoon peering at restaurants, deciding whether they sound appetizing. With names like Adiga's, Empire, Paramount, New Shanti Sagare and the likes nothing really allures me to expend my taste buds at these restaurants.

Bangalore though is like a hub for buffet restaurants. Almost every restaurant worth its toothpick has a lunch buffet. And this is where i usually find myself. Alwayus allured y the spread, it serves its purpose. Sometimes the mere act of tasting everything is enough to fill my stomach. Good or bad, tasting and going through the whole spread is quite a mouthful. The most delightful aspect is to watch human greed come to the fore. People overcome with a burning passion to get full value for the money they pay and go beyond that and make the restaurant regret their decision. It is almost like a sense of achievement and pride to go for a refill a minimum of 5 times. A point which they can brag about in front of their friends. Something even i have been prey to when this sense of achievement overcomes me and i dump food into my system. There is something very perverse about this that i cant lay my finger on. And absolutely hahve

Whiff

Of fragrance, smell, an opportunity. Be it anything but sometimes all we need is a flash. A vision or a minuscule amount of the right kind of inspiration. I am constantly being wooed by this whiff of a fragrance. A fragrance i desire to engulf myself with. Visions that are fleeting but strong enough which paint a future that i desire.

Wafts of desire, might be a stretch metaphorically but the world of desires powered by our heart can only be explained by metaphorical excess. And that indeed is its beauty. Painting a portrait is easy but the true magic is bringing it to life. I have been lucky enough to have experienced this and now i am addicted.

Stoic belief and hanging on to that whiff of hope and desire always ensures magic. Had i read this post a few months back i would have found it to be cryptic and inane. That's the change that has come over me and i simply love the feeling.

I have smelt the whiff of change recently and there will be change. A change governed by my desires. Very soon.