Category Archives: musings

Don’t know what…

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Today, I had to drive my mom around (this is the weirdest way to start a post). Anyway, I will not get into the details of what and how and just get to the point: it involved going to a school. A very quaint old school in Chembur. It was just one storey tall and looked as if it could do with some upgrades. 

This was where I realised a couple of things:

  1. I have not seen a school from the inside in a very long time
  2. I do not know what upgrades schools have currently got compared to ten years back

Due to the above reasons, I could not decide if the school was good or bad (considering it was a Sunday and it was closed for the usual business). 

However, I did see a few things that made me think. Outside every class window, there hung these ‘sayings’ which are supposed to build a strong human character. These were the same lines which we were taught in school. And I was happy that they are still trying to instill them. The world seems so different than what it was when I was in school. It seems just more, layered. Everything is layered. Maybe it always was like this.

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I am practical enough to realise that nothing much has changed in the way humans interacted then and the way we do now. The means have changed. But we are still the same fools. Just that new means of interaction have allowed us to do our foolery faster than ever before.

I am sure the people who taught me in school knew about all this. They knew what the world is like. Why did they still tell me these things? I feel cheated by all of them. But I guess if they would have gave us a reality check at 6, all of us would simply dread growing up. 

Idon’t know what exactly went through my mind when I read these lines. I was not sure if these words hold true. If these words do not hold true, why do we use them to lie to kids? How much longer will we keep trying in vain to create ideal men? It is not possible to do it this way. 

I don’t know what the solution is. Or maybe, I don’t know what the problem is.

 

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I wish I was a….

Remember all the essays we used to write back in school? I am talking about the ones in Hindi or Marathi. The autobiographies.

No no, these were not autobiographies of famous people. Far from it! These were autobiographies of objects. Inanimate ones. I think it was a brilliant way to test our imagination and the extent to which we can push our vocabulary. After all we pretended to be an umbrella, a coin, a worn out shoe, a torn note and many more things. However, most of us just read a bunch of these from books and reproduced them in the papers. I guess it did help somehow nevertheless.

Moving on, I am all of a sudden got this urge to write those kinds of essays again. Obviously it has a lot to do with my curiosity. And this time it will not be like a day in the life of a coin or a shoe. It will be about how I wish I was a coin or a shoe and why. So from now on I will be writing some of these posts. Let me see where this leads me to.

The Girl Paradox

A few months back I had posted a picture which showed the ‘Boy Paradox’. And now look what I found!

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A year gone by…

It has been a year since the sad day came and passed
It has been a year since my favorite person left us
It has been a year since…..

Happy Year of the Tiger

It is the Year of the Tiger and these pictures are of the celebrations in China. Environmentalists think this is the perfect year to get some attention to the problem of reducing number of tigers in the wild around the world. 

To watch all the amazing pictures of the celebrations, click here.

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Procrastination

Watch it for how well it has been made.

Otherwise you are just Procrastinating.

It is that time of the life again

Right now, all the 300 students of my batch are filling away Google Spreadsheets which are supposed to be our yearbooks. Trying to sum up the best they can, their experience of knowing everyone they did – one cell at a time.

This reminds me that it will soon be time to move on. It will be time to live our lives away from the people you have been meeting everyday for the last two years. And for some, living with for the last two years. 

It will soon be time when you would subconsciously choose the people you still want to be in touch with. The people who have touched your life the most in the two years and left a mark forever. No one will hate you for that. The feeling will be mutual. 

It is that time of the life again, when we will say good bye to everyone and hope that you would bump into them some day when you least expect it. So that there is the wide smile across your face when you need it the most. 

It is that time of the life again, when I wish I had interacted more with some people when I had the chance to. 

I do not mean for this to be a good bye post. There is still a lot of time for that. This is just something that crossed my mind when I was filling those cells.

Do your job the best you can

If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, 'Here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well'.

– Martin Luther King Jr. 

The new mother of invention

Everyone knows that necessity is the mother of invention. We have been told this since the time we were in school.

But, I think this has changed in the past few decades. Necessity no more is the mother of invention. Invention has been adopted by none other than good old curiosity. So at present, Ms. C is the mother of invention. Or if we go by what Jason Mraz says, then it is Mr. Curiosity; but then it would be the father.

Moving on, till the time that all the now basic things were being invented, it was necessity that drove the wheels of invention. We needed electricity, we needed faster means of transportation, we needed the gas stove, we needed the safety match-stick and many many more things. But did the guy who designed the iPod or the color printer or even the cordless phone need any of those. He was just curious about what the possibilities of stretching the use of a certain technology beyond what was envisioned for it by others are.

Curiosity to find out how much the boundaries of possibilities can be pushed. Curiosity to find out what happens when the supposed wrong buttons are pushed. Even the curiosity to google something just because it is bothering you too much. Being insanely curious is a gift I believe. 

In a knowledge economy, curiosity is going to be the most important driver of growth. The country, the organisation, the department, or even the team with the most number of curious individuals is going to succeed.

Albert Einstein once said:

I do not have any special talents, I am just passionately curious

How curious are you?