Yeah..I want to witness a miracle. To believe in something incredible. Just to believe. They say ignorance is a bliss, and knowledge isn't. I believed in everything until my rationality refuted it.
I want to believe to get that hope in life. A miracle which might corroborate the very purpose of life, or something supernatural, something existential , or may be God. Which might help me raise above the algorithm life-to-death every human follows, raises me from the trivial litany of happiness and mourning. which is more than what science prescribes.
I want to do that justice to my rationality, which is looking for something it cannot usurp, it wants something to overpower it, something that dwarfs it, smothers it.
Something that tells me, it owns everything, something that tells me that am not that independant being as it seems to be, 'cause my independance exists only between my life and death, and after that even I wouldn't exist. I want to witness a miracle that gives a meaning to my existence.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Anecdotes
In a business meeting with a client in my hotel room at patna...
Me: what will you have sir?
Client: Nothing. I just had my breakfast.
Me: Atleast Tea or Coffee
Client: Hmm okay..
Me: (calling room service) Room no 406. can you fetch tea or coffee?
RS(Bihari): Hain???kya??
Me :chai ya coffee milegi?
RS : Mil to jaayegi. Laate hain.
Me :Dono mat lana ..ek he lana jo bhi hai.
RS: ok
Me: (Hungry after 10 mins) Biryani milegi
RS: han miljaayegi,laate hain
Me :accha chai bola tha laye nahi.
RS : Haan sir bola tha. Par doodh nahi hai.
Me: batay kyon nahi.(to client) would you have something else??
Client : Fresh lime soda
ME : Please get me fresh lime soda.
RS :Nahi milega. sirf nimbu paani hai soda nahi hai.
Me : !!!!! (embarrased) will you have something else.
Client :..anything!!
ME : Mirinida hai?
RS : nahi thumbs up hai..layein?
ME. jo bhi hai lao.
RS guys come to my room with a bottle of sprite. I ha that inquisitive look on my face..And am sure he wanted to say....sir yeh thanda hee to hai!!
Me: what will you have sir?
Client: Nothing. I just had my breakfast.
Me: Atleast Tea or Coffee
Client: Hmm okay..
Me: (calling room service) Room no 406. can you fetch tea or coffee?
RS(Bihari): Hain???kya??
Me :chai ya coffee milegi?
RS : Mil to jaayegi. Laate hain.
Me :Dono mat lana ..ek he lana jo bhi hai.
RS: ok
Me: (Hungry after 10 mins) Biryani milegi
RS: han miljaayegi,laate hain
Me :accha chai bola tha laye nahi.
RS : Haan sir bola tha. Par doodh nahi hai.
Me: batay kyon nahi.(to client) would you have something else??
Client : Fresh lime soda
ME : Please get me fresh lime soda.
RS :Nahi milega. sirf nimbu paani hai soda nahi hai.
Me : !!!!! (embarrased) will you have something else.
Client :..anything!!
ME : Mirinida hai?
RS : nahi thumbs up hai..layein?
ME. jo bhi hai lao.
RS guys come to my room with a bottle of sprite. I ha that inquisitive look on my face..And am sure he wanted to say....sir yeh thanda hee to hai!!
Anecdotes
Last week I came for a romantic sojourn in patna. I was conveyed here by nice 2 tier boggie. The so called elite of the train..the elite of a limited universe. Actually its better to be an elite persona in a limited universe, than a pedestrian millionare in a downtown area..
Anyways coming back to the platform...I was completely loaded. a back pack, my guitar, a massive suitcase and the narrow aisle in train. It was an ardous tast to get all of it to the main platform.. A coolie approached me proffering his service..and what a look of attitude and supercilliousness he had..with that naughty smirk on his face when he saw me fiddlig with the luggage.. I gave it back to him....A smile grew on my face to...when i pulled the lever and brought the wheels of the suitcase to life..Effortlessly i was able to drag it along the platform.Within that moment of triumph..i saw the coolie disppointed...his "bony" had gone..
Machines were invented to make our task easier. Wheels were used to make our work simpler but not to snaffle them right away from someone..Irony it seems but true..
Anyways coming back to the platform...I was completely loaded. a back pack, my guitar, a massive suitcase and the narrow aisle in train. It was an ardous tast to get all of it to the main platform.. A coolie approached me proffering his service..and what a look of attitude and supercilliousness he had..with that naughty smirk on his face when he saw me fiddlig with the luggage.. I gave it back to him....A smile grew on my face to...when i pulled the lever and brought the wheels of the suitcase to life..Effortlessly i was able to drag it along the platform.Within that moment of triumph..i saw the coolie disppointed...his "bony" had gone..
Machines were invented to make our task easier. Wheels were used to make our work simpler but not to snaffle them right away from someone..Irony it seems but true..
Anecdotes
This was something way back in 2005, where me and a friend indulged in a weekend getaway at esselworld. It was all engulfed in a spirit of a carnival. The had beckoned a belly dancer from somewhere in middle east, and what incredible moves she managed to manifest!!
It was followed by games for children. Some kind of passing the parcel or something like that, with just a shabby teddy as the prize. The kind of euphoria that smothered those children was a treat to watch..
So..this game..someone loses if they still hold the parcel when the music stops. and I saw those children whining in all the frenzy when the were caught holding the parcel. And so trivial was the game, that I could just have that condescending smile on my face when i saw them reluctant to leave. So fleeting were their moments of happiness and mourning, and moreover they kept coming one after another. The children though not completely aware of the fate of the game, reacted religiously to all these moments. and I...could just smile.
Funny it might sound.. I realized that it was something analogous to the game of life we all play, desiring, disappointed , ecstacy and discouragement, hope and hopelessness....and there somewhere up there....I know someone is smiling condescendingly
It was followed by games for children. Some kind of passing the parcel or something like that, with just a shabby teddy as the prize. The kind of euphoria that smothered those children was a treat to watch..
So..this game..someone loses if they still hold the parcel when the music stops. and I saw those children whining in all the frenzy when the were caught holding the parcel. And so trivial was the game, that I could just have that condescending smile on my face when i saw them reluctant to leave. So fleeting were their moments of happiness and mourning, and moreover they kept coming one after another. The children though not completely aware of the fate of the game, reacted religiously to all these moments. and I...could just smile.
Funny it might sound.. I realized that it was something analogous to the game of life we all play, desiring, disappointed , ecstacy and discouragement, hope and hopelessness....and there somewhere up there....I know someone is smiling condescendingly
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