RSS

Category Archives: My Collection

Letting Go

Neurologists say there is a very slick line between obsessed and paranoid. Be obsessed about something for a considerable period of time and chances are fair, that the world will start behaving as you are paranoid. Obsession is defined as a persistent preoccupation, idea, or feeling. Psychiatry define it as a persistent idea or impulse that continually forces its way into consciousness, often associated with anxiety and mental illness. Apart these fancy definition, we usually define obsession as something that make us do things, which are necessary to fulfil our longing of something, or someone.
Yoga gurus in their camps, usually tell people to lose themselves free. It is known as Vairagya in yoga. Stretch two hands out, take a deep breath, and exhale the tensions and lose yourself with the breaths. No offense, but Dafaq? This is no way to lose! How is one supposed to lose himself when he is going through some very deep crisis in his life?
Crisis occur when you get company in life when you least expect it. Obsession is the secondary stage of goal forming. Many entrepreneurs, while delivering their success speeches in universities, tell how they dreamt, got obsessed and made it there. But only their friends, their hard working second managers, who have been there with them throughout know that due course, there were times when they gave them a shoulder to weep on, a hug to hold on. Not a yoga guru, who told them to stretch their hands out and say lol. 😀
Crisis management in companies is usually done by calling a company of stakeholders and taking the opinions of big share holders. Crisis management in an Indian kitchen is usually done by wife calling the husband, making some lovey dovey conversations and then asking for the favours. Crisis management in an examination hall full of friends is usually done by a collective effort from all directions, to help the guy who you think will be left behind. Similarly, crisis management is done in life with friends, and family. Not with yoga gurus, and by own.
To get over an obsession, or crisis, you need management. To get management, you need to call out for help. This involves basically a simple idea, to let go of you. Now, here losing yourself specifically means calling for help, and letting your friends take over it. But for that, you need to learn how to trust. Simple idea can illustrate the fact.
Take out your vehicle and go for a drive on a straight highway, preferably empty. Once you have reached quite some speed, try closing your both eyes and continue driving. Easy one? What’s in it? Easy as walk in a park. Isn’t it?
Now go another day, take a friend of yours with you. Let him drive and close your eyes without holding to him. Once you reach the same speed, something will begin to twitch inside you. Thoughts will start coming to you that what if a car suddenly came from ahead and you will not see it?
This is a classic example of how human beings are unable to trust. Odds of getting yourself killed while you are driving are quite high as compared to the latter case. Still, we behave the other way around.
Once you start to trust, life becomes very simple. Trust them, they either make you what you wanted or they let you down. Either way, you get something. Call it a lesson in the latter case. Similarly, calling out friends in crisis or when you know that some obsession is taking over your life, never does wrong. At last trust is what that drives this world. Isn’t it?

 
Leave a comment

Posted by on January 22, 2013 in Friendship, My Collection

 

Nathuram Godse’s(The man who killed Bapu) self-prepared defense in the court.

Born in a devotional Brahmin family, I instinctively came to revere Hindu religion, Hindu history and Hindu culture. I had, therefore, been intensely proud of Hinduism as a whole. As I grew up I developed a tendency to free thinking unfettered by any superstitious allegiance to any isms, political or religious. That is why I worked actively for the eradication of untouchability and the caste system based on birth alone. I openly joined anti-caste movements and maintained that all Hindus were of equal status as to rights, social and religious and should be considered high or low on merit alone and not through the accident of birth in a particular caste or profession. I used publicly to take part in organized anti-caste dinners in which thousands of Hindus, Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaisyas, Chamars and Bhangis participated. We broke the caste rules and dined in the company of each other.
I have read the speeches and writings of Dadabhai Naoroji, Vivekanand, Gokhale, Tilak, along with the books of ancient and modern history of India and some prominent countries like England, France, America and’ Russia. Moreover I studied the tenets of Socialism and Marxism. But above all I studied very closely whatever Veer Savarkar and Gandhiji had written and spoken, as to my mind these two ideologies have contributed more to the moulding of the thought and action of the Indian people during the last thirty years or so, than any other single factor has done.
All this reading and thinking led me to believe it was my first duty to serve Hindudom and Hindus both as a patriot and as a world citizen. To secure the freedom and to safeguard the just interests of some thirty crores (300 million) of Hindus would automatically constitute the freedom
and the well-being of all India, one fifth of human race. This conviction led me naturally to devote myself to the Hindu Sanghtanist ideology
and programme, which alone, I came to believe, could win and preserve the national independence of Hindustan, my Motherland, and enable her to render true service to humanity as well.
Since the year 1920, that is, after the demise of Lokamanya Tilak,
Gandhiji’s influence in the Congress first increased and then became supreme. His activities for public awakening were phenomenal in their
intensity and were reinforced by the slogan of truth and non-violence which he paraded ostentatiously before the country. No sensible or
enlightened person could object to those slogans. In fact there is nothing new or original in them. They are implicit in every constitutional public movement. But it is nothing but a mere dream if you imagine that the bulk of mankind is, or can ever become, capable of scrupulous
adherence to these lofty principles in its normal life from day to day. In fact, hunour, duty and love of one’s own kith and kin and country might
often compel us to disregard non-violence and to use force. I could never conceive that an armed resistance to an aggression is unjust. I would consider it a religious and moral duty to resist and, if possible, to overpower such an enemy by use of force. [In the Ramayana] Rama killed Ravana in a tumultuous fight and relieved Sita. [In the Mahabharata], Krishna killed Kansa to end his wickedness; and Arjuna had to fight
and slay quite a number of his friends and relations including the revered Bhishma because the latter was on the side of the aggressor.
It is my firm belief that in dubbing Rama, Krishna and Arjuna as guilty of violence, the Mahatma betrayed a total ignorance of the springs of
human action. In more recent history, it was the heroic fight put up by Chhatrapati
Shivaji that first checked and eventually destroyed the Muslim tyranny in India. It was absolutely essentially for Shivaji to overpower and kill
an aggressive Afzal Khan, failing which he would have lost his own life. In condemning history’s towering warriors like Shivaji, Rana Pratap and
Guru Gobind Singh as misguided patriots, Gandhiji has merely exposed his self-conceit. He was, paradoxical as it may appear, a violent pacifist
who brought untold calamities on the country in the name of truth and non-violence, while Rana Pratap, Shivaji and the Guru will remain
enshrined in the hearts of their countrymen for ever for the freedom they brought to them.
The accumulating provocation of thirty-two years, culminating in his last pro-Muslim fast, at last goaded me to the conclusion that the existence
of Gandhi should be brought to an end immediately. Gandhi had done very good in South Africa to uphold the rights and well-being of the Indian community there. But when he finally returned to India he developed a subjective mentality under which he alone was to be the final judge of what was right or wrong. If the country wanted his leadership, it had to accept his infallibility; if it did not, he would stand aloof from the Congress and carry on his own way. Against such an attitude there can be no halfway house. Either Congress had to surrender its will to his and had to be content with playing second fiddle to all his eccentricity, whimsicality, metaphysics and primitive vision, or it had to carry on
without him. He alone was the Judge of everyone and every thing; he was the master brain guiding the civil disobedience movement; no other
could know the technique of that movement. He alone knew when to begin and when to withdraw it. The movement might succeed or fail, it might bring untold disaster and political reverses but that could make no difference to the Mahatma’s infallibility. ‘A Satyagrahi can never fail’
was his formula for declaring his own infallibility and nobody except himself knew what a Satyagrahi is.
Thus, the Mahatma became the judge and jury in his own cause. These childish insanities and obstinacies, coupled with a most severe austerity
of life, ceaseless work and lofty character made Gandhi formidable and irresistible. Many people thought that his politics were irrational but they had either to withdraw from the Congress or place their intelligence at his feet to do with as he liked. In a position of such absolute irresponsibility Gandhi was guilty of blunder after blunder, failure after failure, disaster after disaster. Gandhi’s pro-Muslim policy is blatantly in his perverse attitude on the question of the national language of India. It is quite obvious that Hindi has the most prior claim to be accepted as the premier language. In the beginning of his career in India, Gandhi gave a great impetus to Hindi but as he found that the Muslims did not like it, he became a champion of what is called Hindustani. Everybody in Indiaknows that there is no language called Hindustani; it has no grammar; it has no vocabulary. It is a mere dialect, it is spoken, but not written.
It is a bastard tongue and cross-breed between Hindi and Urdu, and not even the Mahatma’s sophistry could make it popular. But in his desire to please the Muslims he insisted that Hindustani alone should be the national language of India. His blind followers, of course, supported him and the so-called hybrid language began to be used. The charm and purity of the Hindi language was to be prostituted to please the Muslims. All his experiments were at the expense of the Hindus.
From August 1946 onwards the private armies of the Muslim League began a massacre of the Hindus. The then Viceroy, Lord Wavell, though
distressed at what was happening, would not use his powers under the Government of India Act of 1935 to prevent the rape, murder and arson.

The Hindu blood began to flow from Bengal to Karachi with some retaliation by the Hindus. The Interim Government formed in September
was sabotaged by its Muslim League members right from its inception, but the more they became disloyal and treasonable to the government of which they were a part, the greater was Gandhi’s infatuation for them. Lord Wavell had to resign as he could not bring about a settlement and he was succeeded by Lord Mountbatten. King Log was followed by King Stork.
The Congress which had boasted of its nationalism and socialism secretly accepted Pakistan literally at the point of the bayonet and abjectly surrendered to Jinnah. India was vivisected and one-third of the Indian territory became foreign land to us from August 15, 1947.
Lord Mountbatten came to be described in Congress circles as the greatest Viceroy and Governor-General this country ever had. The official date
for handing over power was fixed for June 30, 1948, but Mountbatten with his ruthless surgery gave us a gift of vivisected India ten months in advance. This is what Gandhi had achieved after thirty years of undisputed dictatorship and this is what Congress party
calls ‘freedom’ and ‘peaceful transfer of power’. The Hindu-Muslim unity bubble was finally burst and a theocratic state was established
with the consent of Nehru and his crowd and they have called ‘freedom won by them with sacrifice’ – whose sacrifice? When top leaders of
Congress, with the consent of Gandhi, divided and tore the country – which we consider a deity of worship – my mind was filled with direful
anger.
One of the conditions imposed by Gandhi for his breaking of the fast unto death related to the mosques in Delhi occupied by the Hindu
refugees. But when Hindus in Pakistan were subjected to violent attacks he did not so much as utter a single word to protest and censure the
Pakistan Government or the Muslims concerned. Gandhi was shrewd enough to know that while undertaking a fast unto death, had he imposed for its break some condition on the Muslims in Pakistan, there would have been found hardly any Muslims who could have shown some grief if the fast had ended in his death. It was for this reason that he purposely avoided imposing any condition on the Muslims. He was fully aware of
from the experience that Jinnah was not at all perturbed or influenced by his fast and the Muslim League hardly attached any value to the
inner voice of Gandhi.
Briefly speaking, I thought to myself and foresaw I shall be totally ruined, and the only thing I could expect from the people would be nothing but hatred and that I shall have lost all my honour, even more valuable than my life, if I were to kill Gandhiji. But at the same time I felt that the Indian politics in the absence of Gandhiji would surely be proved practical, able to retaliate, and would be powerful with armed forces. No doubt, my own future would be totally ruined, but the nation would be saved from the inroads of Pakistan. People may even call me and dub me as devoid of any sense or foolish, but the nation would be free to follow the course founded on the reason which I consider to be necessary for sound nation-building. After having fully considered the question, I took the final decision in the matter, but I did not speak about it to anyone whatsoever. I took courage in both my hands and I did fire the shots at Gandhiji on 30th January 1948, on the prayer-grounds of Birla House.

I do say that my shots were fired at the person whose policy and action had brought rack and ruin and destruction to millions of Hindus.
There was no legal machinery by which such an offender could be brought to book and for this reason I fired those fatal shots.
I bear no ill will towards anyone individually but I do say that I had no respect for the present government owing to their policy which was
unfairly favourable towards the Muslims. But at the same time I could clearly see that the policy was entirely due to the presence of Gandhi.
I have to say with great regret that Prime Minister Nehru quite forgets that his preachings and deeds are at times at variances with each other
when he talks about India as a secular state in season and out of season, because it is significant to note that Nehru has played a leading role in the establishment of the theocratic state of Pakistan, and his job was made easier by Gandhi’s persistent policy of appeasement towards the Muslims. I now stand before the court to accept the full share of my responsibility for what I have done and the judge would, of course, pass against me such orders of sentence as may be considered proper. But I would like to add that I do not desire any mercy to be shown to me, nor do I wish that anyone else should beg for mercy on my behalf. My confidence about the moral side of my action has not been shaken even by the criticism levelled against it on all sides. I have no doubt that honest writers of history will weigh my act and find the true value thereof some day
in future.

Note- Just a piece of an article from history. No supportive or offensive behavior intended. Bapu’s loss was a devastating loss to India and the whole world. He was indeed the father of our nation. Had some thought like Nathuram Godse…India would never have been Freed..And the harmonic society in which today we live in, would never have been possible. Jai Bapu!! Jai Hind!!

 
 

Anything New?

Majority must be asleep. I am really astonished why my li’ll brain start working only when it’s time for it to sleep. :/
3:26 AM.
Hmm…I don’t know why I am again here, probably after a considerable time. OMG!!! I really forgot last time when I attended to my blog’s call. These days are really proving me busy.
I am sure, not necessarily all of you, but at least most of you must have experienced this. Sometimes we are that much busy, that we can’t even make out for meals, but if at night, or after night, as me, you think, staring at the roof above that what truly useful you did last day, you probably don’t have an answer.
This is a waste. I mean when we were kids, and if ever we wondered that of what use we were to this planet, our parents used to tell us, “You are a kid, boy. You will be definitely when you’ll be grown up.” Now, we’ve grown up. It would be silly to ask this to parents at this age, so I am asking you people, Are we of any use?
From my pov, if we see, we are in a college, utilising resources, obviously paying for them, in a search of a good job or a secure place in some reputed PG programme. After 3 or 4 years, when most of folks of my age must be capable of earning, the prime focus would be on earning, eating and living a life which is at no par less than any other man’s. After sometime from that time, we all will be in a position of our parents, befooling the next generation to run as fast as they can in this rat race. Fish. What does it all mean!
Is it all what we call ambitions? Studying for 25 years and earning blindfolded for next 30 years? Then becoming a persona which dissolves away in the crowd of millions? Is that for what we all are made? To add one more question to this crap, “Isn’t there is a need to discover us? Real us? Real purpose? Real ambitions? Real thoughts?”

 
Leave a comment

Posted by on July 21, 2011 in My Collection

 

Worlds longest bridge- 26-mile-long road bridge over water

China has just opened up a new roadway that stretches for a distance of 26.4 miles. Not impressed? That’s 26.4 miles over water. It’s called the Jiaozhou Bay Bridge, and stretches for a span longer than a marathon. The bridge took four years to build, opened on June 30 and was then recognized by Guinness as the longest roadway bridge over water.

You would think that a 26-mile bridge would be used to shave serious commuting time off an otherwise long journey. Strangely, the Jiaozhou Bay Bridge only saves commuters 19 miles and 20 minutes of travel time.

With a price tag of at least $1.5 billion, the Jiaozhou Bay bridge is 2.5 miles longer than Louisiana’s Lake Pontchartrain Causeway. Apparently, this project was 21 years in the making, 17 of those years it took to plan (particularly due to high salt content and the icy winter seas) and then it took 4 years to actually build.

At nearly 24 miles, the causeway is plenty long.
The bridge is expected to carry over 30,000 cars a day and will cut the commute between the city of Qingdao and the sprawling suburb of Huangdao by between 20 and 30 minutes. 🙂

 
Leave a comment

Posted by on July 2, 2011 in My Collection

 
 
%d bloggers like this: