Me Myself and the crazy world

Long back I heard these line in a not so famed movie... Jurassic Park III.... something like this: There are astronomers and there are astronauts, both doing the same work. Astronomers, however, tend to look at the stars from their domain of security, but unlike astronauts, they never get to see the real thing.... I was posed with a similar question on a recent trek to a petit hill fort (petit from my viewpoint of hugeness)... "अंग्रेज अजीब होते हैं, कभी भी कहीं भी बोरिया बिस्तर उठाया और चल पड़े, ऐसे ही पहाडों पे climb हैं ... "... All adventure, all adrenaline seems wierd to some and those are the very people who question why does other crave for such things... I remember above lines at such times... Until and unless this questioning mob experiences the real thing, noone can explain why? On this trek, though I called it petit, I had people with me, who looked up at the mountain, at the top and wondered how high it was, how will they reach it, whether they will or not? They wo...

For long I had just nothing to write about , so much tribulation existed that nothing could find its way out. Just then I was enthrusted to look around me , by a friend. I was asked to shift from monochrome to 128 bit world... Though always had had difficulty identifying colors, not because I cannot distinguish them, but because I could always devise a way to confuse purple with blue and a zillion other such combinations. Still in the midst of such confusion, what is there that I rejoice in this multicolored world? What would I miss if it all went black and white? Only one word defines it all, lots. And now if I try to define this. lots, I just dunno what this lots mean. Same as it happens with colors, they infuse meaning, clarity, depth and a lot more than that can be penned down; I can see better around once this black and white cocoon is shatered by illuminated colors, even though I might not be able to identify them any better... Its just these colors that are capable of spea...

This one from my other blog page thats going down from now on... Reading Richard Bach, for quite some time now, and he just jettisons me into new horizons of the unknown. Reading him in his memoirs I realized that he was being too haughty when he writes that after a flight he looks down on mere mortals crawling on the highway, with a feeling of pity for them "did you just win over a battle against imminent death, did you rise triumphant over strong cross winds flying majestically over the mob?". Somehow I find myself against him for the first time.And the next moment I was standing on the roof of my building, looking around in the void, with no purpose at all binoculars on my eyes...and distant hillocks of Pune called me to them, and lo!!! I rise to conquer them as I have a zillion times now...In 15 minutes I was on top, in the lap of nature...Spent 3 whole hours, doing what?, and then returned. Still cant explain what drove me to take a different path down than usual, a path...

Reading Bach these days, the attitude towards things is continuously changing. For once I understand what "this life is an illusion still real" means. And here it gives solace that things that go around is just what I wish them to appear, all illusion, while what I see then is the reality. However its all upto me to change the movie running in front of me as I wish it to appear, and then I may sit back watching my own creation. Still there are things I dont understand, like changing the previous scenes of the "movie", how can I go back in time and make a change??

Standing on roof in the afternoon of Saturday I saw those not so high peaks in front of me and it felt like they were calling me. And lo ! I set out to them. Some may say that I was out of my mind, but thats what we all are when we seek what we really want. Up there, it was just one feeling, a total control of life. Everything was so beautiful in its deepest essence, untouched, unharmed by any external agent and hence so full of happiness. Thats what joy is, and that joy is what I am. Some tell me that, I can't be pleasurable, though not directly, but then who wants to be ephemeral pleasure when one is the perpetual joy. Yes I would rather present others with that happiness which lasts over a lifetime, then what if I can't take someone to a discotheque and shake a leg and have an hour or two of pleasure that will be forgotten in a day or two. And, infact, who says I can't? I very well can and will whenever needed and whenever asked for. And for all other infinite moments th...

Images on the move these images speak louder than words and the road goes on

क्या बताऊँ कहॉ हूँ मैं.....यहाँ उड़ने को मेरे खुला आसमान है...... Really was back to my old days my love of those heights brought me back to the lap of nature.....all round me and the thrill of climbing on those hilly terrain, with all pack and set to conquer the heights set all adrenaline rushing....... As heights kept increasing I started leaving behind all those webs that have bound themselves around me..oh how i long to be always in those untouched far off lands...where even I dont have any need to talk, to keep laughing to keep despair at bay.....इन उचाइयों पे से सब कुछ इतना छोटा इतना नाचीज़ सा लगता है कि और किसी चीज़ कि ज़रूरत ही नही है......It was one of those places where I "lived" after days .... months rather and really lived intensely for all those 24 hours... The climb and the descent .... the pics the memories of proximity to nature...all this has refuelled the flame......