Being Spiritual, again

Life throws situations at you, which you may not always know how to handle. This is growing up and there is no escape from it into mommy's cozy embrace. What helps is belief in The Creator. Certain incidences over the past few days and some unrelated ones today made me seek Him once again.

I am glad that an uncle, a noble person to my mind, did introduce me to some powerful hymns in 2005.

I am not sure who I will be, or whether I would have changed for the good after this, but I do feel very ready to take on whatever comes with by listening to Japji Sahib. Japji Sahib consists of the Mool Mantra as the beginning followed by 38 hymns and a final Salok at the end of this composition. The Japji appears at the very beginning of the Sri Guru Granth Sahib, the Holy Book of the Sikhs. It is regarded as the most important Bani or 'set of verses' by the Sikhs and is recited every morning by all practising faithful of this religion. (Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japji_Sahib)

Here is an English translation of the bani

Mool mantra:
One Universal Creator God. The Name Is Truth. Creative Being Personified. No Fear. No Hatred. Image Of The Undying, Beyond Birth, Self-Existent. By Guru's Grace

The Hymns:
True In The Primal Beginning. True Throughout The Ages.
True Here And Now. O Nanak, Forever And Ever True. 1
By thinking, He cannot be reduced to thought, even by thinking hundreds of thousands of times.
By remaining silent, inner silence is not obtained, even by remaining lovingly absorbed deep within.
The hunger of the hungry is not appeased, even by piling up loads of worldly goods.
Hundreds of thousands of clever tricks, but not even one of them will go along with you in the end.
So how can you become truthful? And how can the veil of illusion be torn away?
O Nanak, it is written that you shall obey the Hukam of His Command, and walk in the Way of His Will. 1
By His Command, bodies are created; His Command cannot be described.
By His Command, souls come into being; by His Command, glory and greatness are obtained.
By His Command, some are high and some are low; by His Written Command, pain and pleasure are obtained.
Some, by His Command, are blessed and forgiven; others, by His Command, wander aimlessly forever.
Everyone is subject to His Command; no one is beyond His Command.
O Nanak, one who understands His Command, does not speak in ego. 2
Some sing of His Power-who has that Power?
Some sing of His Gifts, and know His Sign and Insignia.
Some sing of His Glorious Virtues, Greatness and Beauty.
Some sing of knowledge obtained of Him, through difficult philosophical studies.
Some sing that He fashions the body, and then again reduces it to dust.
Some sing that He takes life away, and then again restores it.
Some sing that He seems so very far away.
Some sing that He watches over us, face to face, ever-present.
There is no shortage of those who preach and teach.
Millions upon millions offer millions of sermons and stories.
The Great Giver keeps on giving, while those who receive grow weary of receiving.
Throughout the ages, consumers consume.
The Commander, by His Command, leads us to walk on the Path.
O Nanak, He blossoms forth, Carefree and Untroubled. 3
True is the Master, True is His Name-speak it with infinite love.
People beg and pray, "Give to us, give to us", and the Great Giver gives His Gifts.
So what offering can we place before Him, by which we might see the Darbaar of His Court?
What words can we speak to evoke His Love?
In the Amrit Vaylaa, the ambrosial hours before dawn, chant the True Name, and contemplate His Glorious Greatness.
By the karma of past actions, the robe of this physical body is obtained. By His Grace, the Gate of Liberation is found.
O Nanak, know this well: the True One Himself is All. 4
He cannot be established, He cannot be created.
He Himself is Immaculate and Pure.
Those who serve Him are honored.
O Nanak, sing of the Lord, the Treasure of Excellence.
Sing, and listen, and let your mind be filled with love.
Your pain shall be sent far away, and peace shall come to your home.
The Guru's Word is the Sound-current of the Naad; the Guru's Word is the Wisdom of the Vedas; the Guru's Word is all-pervading.
The Guru is Shiva, the Guru is Vishnu and Brahma; the Guru is Paarvati and Lakhshmi.
Even knowing God, I cannot describe Him; He cannot be described in words.
The Guru has given me this one understanding:
there is only the One, the Giver of all souls. May I never forget Him! 5
If I am pleasing to Him, then that is my pilgrimage and cleansing bath. Without pleasing Him, what good are ritual cleansings?
I gaze upon all the created beings: without the karma of good actions, what are they given to receive?
Within the mind are gems, jewels and rubies, if you listen to the Guru's Teachings, even once.
The Guru has given me this one understanding:
there is only the One, the Giver of all souls. May I never forget Him! 6
Even if you could live throughout the four ages, or even ten times more,
and even if you were known throughout the nine continents and followed by all,
with a good name and reputation, with praise and fame throughout the world-
still, if the Lord does not bless you with His Glance of Grace, then who cares? What is the use?
Among worms, you would be considered a lowly worm, and even contemptible sinners would hold you in contempt.
O Nanak, God blesses the unworthy with virtue, and bestows virtue on the virtuous.
No one can even imagine anyone who can bestow virtue upon Him. 7
Listening-the Siddhas, the spiritual teachers, the heroic warriors, the yogic masters.
Listening-the earth, its support and the Akaashic ethers.
Listening-the oceans, the lands of the world and the nether regions of the underworld.
Listening-Death cannot even touch you.
O Nanak, the devotees are forever in bliss.
Listening-pain and sin are erased. 8
Listening-Shiva, Brahma and Indra.
Listening-even foul-mouthed people praise Him.
Listening-the technology of Yoga and the secrets of the body.
Listening-the Shaastras, the Simritees and the Vedas.
O Nanak, the devotees are forever in bliss.
Listening-pain and sin are erased. 9
Listening-truth, contentment and spiritual wisdom.
Listening-take your cleansing bath at the sixty-eight places of pilgrimage.
Listening-reading and reciting, honor is obtained.
Listening-intuitively grasp the essence of meditation.
O Nanak, the devotees are forever in bliss.
Listening-pain and sin are erased. 10
Listening-dive deep into the ocean of virtue.
Listening-the Shaykhs, religious scholars, spiritual teachers and emperors.
Listening-even the blind find the Path.
Listening-the Unreachable comes within your grasp.
O Nanak, the devotees are forever in bliss.
Listening-pain and sin are erased. 11
The state of the faithful cannot be described.
One who tries to describe this shall regret the attempt.
No paper, no pen, no scribe
can record the state of the faithful.
Such is the Name of the Immaculate Lord.
Only one who has faith comes to know such a state of mind. 12
The faithful have intuitive awareness and intelligence.
The faithful know about all worlds and realms.
The faithful shall never be struck across the face.
The faithful do not have to go with the Messenger of Death.
Such is the Name of the Immaculate Lord.
Only one who has faith comes to know such a state of mind. 13
The path of the faithful shall never be blocked.
The faithful shall depart with honor and fame.
The faithful do not follow empty religious rituals.
The faithful are firmly bound to the Dharma.
Such is the Name of the Immaculate Lord.
Only one who has faith comes to know such a state of mind. 14
The faithful find the Door of Liberation.
The faithful uplift and redeem their family and relations.
The faithful are saved, and carried across with the Sikhs of the Guru.
The faithful, O Nanak, do not wander around begging.
Such is the Name of the Immaculate Lord.
Only one who has faith comes to know such a state of mind. 15
The chosen ones, the self-elect, are accepted and approved.
The chosen ones are honored in the Court of the Lord.
The chosen ones look beautiful in the courts of kings.
The chosen ones meditate single-mindedly on the Guru.
No matter how much anyone tries to explain and describe them,
the actions of the Creator cannot be counted.
The mythical bull is Dharma, the son of compassion;
this is what patiently holds the earth in its place.
One who understands this becomes truthful.
What a great load there is on the bull!
So many worlds beyond this world-so very many!
What power holds them, and supports their weight?
The names and the colors of the assorted species of beings
were all inscribed by the Ever-flowing Pen of God.
Who knows how to write this account?
Just imagine what a huge scroll it would take!
What power! What fascinating beauty!
And what gifts! Who can know their extent?
You created the vast expanse of the Universe with One Word!
Hundreds of thousands of rivers began to flow.
How can Your Creative Potency be described?
I cannot even once be a sacrifice to You.
Whatever pleases You is the only good done,
You, Eternal and Formless One! 16
Countless meditations, countless loves.
Countless worship services, countless austere disciplines.
Countless scriptures, and ritual recitations of the Vedas.
Countless Yogis, whose minds remain detached from the world.
Countless devotees contemplate the Wisdom and Virtues of the Lord.
Countless the holy, countless the givers.
Countless heroic spiritual warriors, who bear the brunt of the attack in battle (who with their mouths eat steel).
Countless silent sages, vibrating the String of His Love.
How can Your Creative Potency be described?
I cannot even once be a sacrifice to You.
Whatever pleases You is the only good done,
You, Eternal and Formless One. 17
Countless fools, blinded by ignorance.
Countless thieves and embezzlers.
Countless impose their will by force.
Countless cut-throats and ruthless killers.
Countless sinners who keep on sinning.
Countless liars, wandering lost in their lies.
Countless wretches, eating filth as their ration.
Countless slanderers, carrying the weight of their stupid mistakes on their heads.
Nanak describes the state of the lowly.
I cannot even once be a sacrifice to You.
Whatever pleases You is the only good done,
You, Eternal and Formless One. 18
Countless names, countless places.
Inaccessible, unapproachable, countless celestial realms.
Even to call them countless is to carry the weight on your head.
From the Word, comes the Naam; from the Word, comes Your Praise.
From the Word, comes spiritual wisdom, singing the Songs of Your Glory.
From the Word, come the written and spoken words and hymns.
From the Word, comes destiny, written on one's forehead.
But the One who wrote these Words of Destiny-no words are written on His Forehead.
As He ordains, so do we receive.
The created universe is the manifestation of Your Name.
Without Your Name, there is no place at all.
How can I describe Your Creative Power?
I cannot even once be a sacrifice to You.
Whatever pleases You is the only good done,
You, Eternal and Formless One. 19
When the hands and the feet and the body are dirty,
water can wash away the dirt.
When the clothes are soiled and stained by urine,
soap can wash them clean.
But when the intellect is stained and polluted by sin,
it can only be cleansed by the Love of the Name.
Virtue and vice do not come by mere words;
actions repeated, over and over again, are engraved on the soul.
You shall harvest what you plant.
O Nanak, by the Hukam of God's Command, we come and go in reincarnation. 20
Pilgrimages, austere discipline, compassion and charity
-these, by themselves, bring only an iota of merit.
Listening and believing with love and humility in your mind,
cleanse yourself with the Name, at the sacred shrine deep within.
All virtues are Yours, Lord, I have none at all.
Without virtue, there is no devotional worship.
I bow to the Lord of the World, to His Word, to Brahma the Creator.
He is Beautiful, True and Eternally Joyful.
What was that time, and what was that moment? What was that day, and what was that date?
What was that season, and what was that month, when the Universe was created?
The Pandits, the religious scholars, cannot find that time, even if it is written in the Puraanas.
That time is not known to the Qazis, who study the Koran.
The day and the date are not known to the Yogis, nor is the month or the season.
The Creator who created this creation-only He Himself knows.
How can we speak of Him? How can we praise Him? How can we describe Him? How can we know Him?
O Nanak, everyone speaks of Him, each one wiser than the rest.
Great is the Master, Great is His Name. Whatever happens is according to His Will.
O Nanak, one who claims to know everything shall not be decorated in the world hereafter. 21
There are nether worlds beneath nether worlds, and hundreds of thousands of heavenly worlds above.
The Vedas say that you can search and search for them all, until you grow weary.
The scriptures say that there are 18,000 worlds, but in reality, there is only One Universe.
If you try to write an account of this, you will surely finish yourself before you finish writing it.
O Nanak, call Him Great! He Himself knows Himself. 22
The praisers praise the Lord, but they do not obtain intuitive understanding
-the streams and rivers flowing into the ocean do not know its vastness.
Even kings and emperors, with mountains of property and oceans of wealth
-these are not even equal to an ant, who does not forget God. 23
Endless are His Praises, endless are those who speak them.
Endless are His Actions, endless are His Gifts.
Endless is His Vision, endless is His Hearing.
His limits cannot be perceived. What is the Mystery of His Mind?
The limits of the created universe cannot be perceived.
Its limits here and beyond cannot be perceived.
Many struggle to know His limits,
but His limits cannot be found.
No one can know these limits.
The more you say about them, the more there still remains to be said.
Great is the Master, High is His Heavenly Home.
Highest of the High, above all is His Name.
Only one as Great and as High as God
can know His Lofty and Exalted State.
Only He Himself is that Great. He Himself knows Himself.
O Nanak, by His Glance of Grace, He bestows His Blessings. 24
His Blessings are so abundant that there can be no written account of them.
The Great Giver does not hold back anything.
There are so many great, heroic warriors begging at the Door of the Infinite Lord.
So many contemplate and dwell upon Him, that they cannot be counted.
So many waste away to death engaged in corruption.
So many take and take again, and then deny receiving.
So many foolish consumers keep on consuming.
So many endure distress, deprivation and constant abuse.
Even these are Your Gifts, O Great Giver!
Liberation from bondage comes only by Your Will.
No one else has any say in this.
If some fool should presume to say that he does,
he shall learn, and feel the effects of his folly.
He Himself knows, He Himself gives.
Few, very few are those who acknowledge this.
One who is blessed to sing the Praises of the Lord,
O Nanak, is the king of kings. 25
Priceless are His Virtues, Priceless are His Dealings.
Priceless are His Dealers, Priceless are His Treasures.
Priceless are those who come to Him, Priceless are those who buy from Him.
Priceless is Love for Him, Priceless is absorption into Him.
Priceless is the Divine Law of Dharma, Priceless is the Divine Court of Justice.
Priceless are the scales, priceless are the weights.
Priceless are His Blessings, Priceless is His Banner and Insignia.
Priceless is His Mercy, Priceless is His Royal Command.
Priceless, O Priceless beyond expression!
Speak of Him continually, and remain absorbed in His Love.
The Vedas and the Puraanas speak.
The scholars speak and lecture.
Brahma speaks, Indra speaks.
The Gopis and Krishna speak.
Shiva speaks, the Siddhas speak.
The many created Buddhas speak.
The demons speak, the demi-gods speak.
The spiritual warriors, the heavenly beings, the silent sages, the humble and serviceful speak.
Many speak and try to describe Him.
Many have spoken of Him over and over again, and have then arisen and departed.
If He were to create as many again as there already are,
even then, they could not describe Him.
He is as Great as He wishes to be.
O Nanak, the True Lord knows.
If anyone presumes to describe God,
he shall be known as the greatest fool of fools! 26
Where is that Gate, and where is that Dwelling, in which You sit and take care of all?
The Sound-current of the Naad vibrates there, and countless musicians play on all sorts of instruments there.
So many Ragas, so many musicians singing there.
The praanic wind, water and fire sing; the Righteous Judge of Dharma sings at Your Door.
Chitr and Gupt, the angels of the conscious and the subconscious who record actions, and the Righteous Judge of Dharma who judges this record sing.
Shiva, Brahma and the Goddess of Beauty, ever adorned, sing.
Indra, seated upon His Throne, sings with the deities at Your Door.
The Siddhas in Samaadhi sing; the Saadhus sing in contemplation.
The celibates, the fanatics, the peacefully accepting and the fearless warriors sing.
The Pandits, the religious scholars who recite the Vedas, with the supreme sages of all the ages, sing.
The Mohinis, the enchanting heavenly beauties who entice hearts in this world, in paradise, and in the underworld of the subconscious sing.
The celestial jewels created by You, and the sixty-eight holy places of pilgrimage sing.
The brave and mighty warriors sing; the spiritual heroes and the four sources of creation sing.
The planets, solar systems and galaxies, created and arranged by Your Hand, sing.
They alone sing, who are pleasing to Your Will. Your devotees are imbued with the Nectar of Your Essence.
So many others sing, they do not come to mind. O Nanak, how can I consider them all?
That True Lord is True, Forever True, and True is His Name.
He is, and shall always be. He shall not depart, even when this Universe which He has created departs.
He created the world, with its various colors, species of beings, and the variety of Maya.
Having created the creation, He watches over it Himself, by His Greatness.
He does whatever He pleases. No order can be issued to Him.
He is the King, the King of kings, the Supreme Lord and Master of kings. Nanak remains subject to His Will. 27
Make contentment your ear-rings, humility your begging bowl, and meditation the ashes you apply to your body.
Let the remembrance of death be the patched coat you wear, let the purity of virginity be your way in the world, and let faith in the Lord be your walking stick.
See the brotherhood of all mankind as the highest order of Yogis; conquer your own mind, and conquer the world.
I bow to Him, I humbly bow.
The Primal One, the Pure Light, without beginning, without end. Throughout all the ages, He is One and the Same. 28
Let spiritual wisdom be your food, and compassion your attendant. The Sound-current of the Naad vibrates in each and every heart.
He Himself is the Supreme Master of all; wealth and miraculous spiritual powers, and all other external tastes and pleasures, are all like beads on a string.
Union with Him, and separation from Him, come by His Will. We come to receive what is written in our destiny.
I bow to Him, I humbly bow.
The Primal One, the Pure Light, without beginning, without end. Throughout all the ages, He is One and the Same. 29
The One Divine Mother conceived and gave birth to the three deities.
One, the Creator of the World; One, the Sustainer; and One, the Destroyer.
He makes things happen according to the Pleasure of His Will. Such is His Celestial Order.
He watches over all, but none see Him. How wonderful this is!
I bow to Him, I humbly bow.
The Primal One, the Pure Light, without beginning, without end. Throughout all the ages, He is One and the Same. 30
On world after world are His Seats of Authority and His Storehouses.
Whatever was put into them, was put there once and for all.
Having created the creation, the Creator Lord watches over it.
O Nanak, True is the Creation of the True Lord.
I bow to Him, I humbly bow.
The Primal One, the Pure Light, without beginning, without end. Throughout all the ages, He is One and the Same. 31
If I had 100,000 tongues, and these were then multiplied twenty times more, with each tongue,
I would repeat, hundreds of thousands of times, the Name of the One, the Lord of the Universe.
Along this path to our Husband Lord, we climb the steps of the ladder, and come to merge with Him.
Hearing of the etheric realms, even worms long to come back home.
O Nanak, by His Grace He is obtained. False are the boastings of the false. 32
No power to speak, no power to keep silent.
No power to beg, no power to give.
No power to live, no power to die.
No power to rule, with wealth and occult mental powers.
No power to gain intuitive understanding, spiritual wisdom and meditation.
No power to find the way to escape from the world.
He alone has the Power in His Hands. He watches over all.
O Nanak, no one is high or low. 33
Nights, days, weeks and seasons;
wind, water, fire and the nether regions
-in the midst of these, He established the earth as a home for Dharma.
Upon it, He placed the various species of beings.
Their names are uncounted and endless.
By their deeds and their actions, they shall be judged.
God Himself is True, and True is His Court.
There, in perfect grace and ease, sit the self-elect, the self-realized Saints.
They receive the Mark of Grace from the Merciful Lord.
The ripe and the unripe, the good and the bad, shall there be judged.
O Nanak, when you go home, you will see this. 34
This is righteous living in the realm of Dharma.
And now we speak of the realm of spiritual wisdom.
So many winds, waters and fires; so many Krishnas and Shivas.
So many Brahmas, fashioning forms of great beauty, adorned and dressed in many colors.
So many worlds and lands for working out karma. So very many lessons to be learned!
So many Indras, so many moons and suns, so many worlds and lands.
So many Siddhas and Buddhas, so many Yogic masters. So many goddesses of various kinds.
So many demi-gods and demons, so many silent sages. So many oceans of jewels.
So many ways of life, so many languages. So many dynasties of rulers.
So many intuitive people, so many selfless servants. O Nanak, His limit has no limit! 35
In the realm of wisdom, spiritual wisdom reigns supreme.
The Sound-current of the Naad vibrates there, amidst the sounds and the sights of bliss.
In the realm of humility, the Word is Beauty.
Forms of incomparable beauty are fashioned there.
These things cannot be described.
One who tries to speak of these shall regret the attempt.
The intuitive consciousness, intellect and understanding of the mind are shaped there.
The consciousness of the spiritual warriors and the Siddhas, the beings of spiritual perfection, are shaped there. 36
In the realm of karma, the Word is Power.
No one else dwells there,
except the warriors of great power, the spiritual heroes.
They are totally fulfilled, imbued with the Lord's Essence.
Myriads of Sitas are there, cool and calm in their majestic glory.
Their beauty cannot be described.
Neither death nor deception comes to those,
within whose minds the Lord abides.
The devotees of many worlds dwell there.
They celebrate; their minds are imbued with the True Lord.
In the realm of Truth, the Formless Lord abides.
Having created the creation, He watches over it. By His Glance of Grace, He bestows happiness.
There are planets, solar systems and galaxies.
If one speaks of them, there is no limit, no end.
There are worlds upon worlds of His Creation.
As He commands, so they exist.
He watches over all, and contemplating the creation, He rejoices.
O Nanak, to describe this is as hard as steel! 37
Let self-control be the furnace, and patience the goldsmith.
Let understanding be the anvil, and spiritual wisdom the tools.
With the Fear of God as the bellows, fan the flames of tapa, the body's inner heat.
In the crucible of love, melt the Nectar of the Name,
and mint the True Coin of the Shabad, the Word of God.
Such is the karma of those upon whom He has cast His Glance of Grace.
O Nanak, the Merciful Lord, by His Grace, uplifts and exalts them. 38

Shalok:
Air is the Guru, Water is the Father, and Earth is the Great Mother of all.
Day and night are the two nurses, in whose lap all the world is at play.
Good deeds and bad deeds-the record is read out in the Presence of the Lord of Dharma.
According to their own actions, some are drawn closer, and some are driven farther away.
Those who have meditated on the Naam, the Name of the Lord, and departed after having worked by the sweat of their brows
-O Nanak, their faces are radiant in the Court of the Lord, and many are saved along with them!

Of a Happy Mind and a Pessimistic Heart

I am involved in something which is quite stimulating to a happy mind, though a bit worrying to a pessimistic heart.

From the happy mind
During the course of this "activity", I stumbled upon a thought which may warrant further discussion with a bored fellow geek on a sleepy Sunday afternoon. Here goes:

Hypothesis
Study of the interaction of vibes between a pair of people (or even broader, a pair of entities, e.g. a person and a song that he is listening to) could be used for predictive purposes.

How it works?
Imagine the interaction of vibes as super-positioning of two-dimensional waveforms. Assumption: the brain of each person knows enough about them to be able to draw out their own waveform (Wave[self]) when required. This waveform may not always be correct and therefore we only too often have situations like “he thinks too highly of himself”! Delusion of grandeur or impression of worthlessness can be attributed to the brain drawing the Wave[self] wrong. Perception of self can be faulty, no doubt.

Step 1: The person comes in contact with another person (“Alien”). The interaction with the Alien is by means of one or more senses: eye, nose, touch, ear, tongue.
Step 2: The five senses meet for a “round-table discussion” to ascertain the waveform (Wave[alien]) for the alien. Each sense contributes depending on what it perceived. It is possible that a sense does not report anything due to lack of data, for example, interaction was on phone, therefore nothing for eye, nose, touch and tongue to report - that could also explain that we understand a person best and completely when as many senses are involved as possible (though of course, all senses especially tongue cannot always be involved!).
Step 3: Based on the assertion from the round-table discussion, a second section of the brain (a first section stores Wave[self]) tries to draw Wave[alien]. Just as with Wave[self], Wave[alien] may be drawn entirely wrongly, but as they say perception is the reality.
Step 4: Brain superposes Wave[self] and Wave[alien] and determines the outcome. It may result in the two superposing waves reinforcing each other (Good vibe) , resulting in a zero wave (no effect, though both in theory and practice it is hardly the case, as in we may have a mild positive or negative feeling about almost everything we come in contact with) or result in the two superposing waves weakening each other and in phase with Wave[alien] i.e. negative to self (bad vibe)
Step 5: Brain sends signal to all of its “reportees” (the senses it controls) to act according to the result of super-positioning e.g. “kiss him” or “kick him”!

Example from and use in real life
Example: Friends are often able to “predict” whether someone will like another entity (a person, a piece of literature etc) based on their perception of Wave[friend] (its not Wave[self] as they are not predicting for themselves) and Wave[alien]. That their prediction is wrong can again be attributed to their faulty perception i.e. wrong data and not on the applicability of the theory.
Use: By systematically capturing what the different senses ascertain of the alien, prediction could be made (using regressive analysis or other statistical tools) which indicate the likelihood of the user of the theory towards liking or disliking the alien.

If we can devise a way to represent vibes (essentially what the different senses “pick up”), perhaps like a written notation for music, we should be able to predict how two entities will behave when they interact based only on some data on their "vibeprint" (inspired from fingerprint).

From the pessimistic heart
(with credits to Harry Connick, Jr.)

Promise me you'll remember
This love together today
We may not have tomorrow
It's not for us to say

Fate isn't kind to lovers
It breaks the hardest heart
Promise me you'll remember
How good we are

Why do I find the sadness
Under your sweetest kiss
Destiny seems to whisper
It won't stay like this

When wherever we're together
I feel time standing still
I only know I love you
And I always will

If we should lose each other
Somewhere inside the dark
Promise me you'll remember
How good we are

Same old story...

ज़हर देता है मुझे कोई दवा देता है
जो भी मिलता है मेरे ग़म को बढा देता है

किसी हमदम का सरे शाम जुदा हो जाना
नींद जलती हुई आखों से उड़ा देता है

वक्त्त ही दर्द के काटों पे सुलाये दिल को
वक्त्त ही दर्द का एह्सास मिटा देता है

When does it end?

A night outside a call center

It was one of those days about which you have no idea as to why events transpired in the way they did and if there'll be another day like that, ever. Late evening calls with firangis, a bit excessive chatter directed at pretending to solve the world's mess and a latent wish to delay the weekend led me into a situation where polite conversation didn't help. Large, dull black gates are not generally known to open themselves at the behest of an underfed, and an ever-accepting tenant who is looking for a night's sleep and a potentially boring weekend ahead.

Anywho, the search for ik mutthi aasman led to the revelation - as it usually does - jhingur! Starting as my only friend in Pune to being my supplier of daily hygiene needs when the UP government skips sending some water my way on certain mornings, Jhings has had a broad impact on my otherwise monotonous lifey. As always, he cheerfully welcomed an unexpected raat ka humsafar and I was on my way to meet the jhings-bajpai-maggie trio, who were searching for a few steamy ... sips - gosh, you filthy mind - of late night roadside tea, one of the simple joys of middle-class life. The night seemed to promise more tafri while mates didn't, so jhings and I were back home visualizing many-an-eye-candy in our choice of attire and after some pillow talk we were almost ready to crash. And then, as in most good scripts, the phone rang.

For a simple one like me, a girl's voice, a nice one at that, at 4am is something. Anyway, having scored a bit too well in moral science all along, courtesy sometimes overflows inside. In a span of a breath or two, Jhings and I were off to meet what I had heard was a pretty, pretty nice girl. And nice she was, a walking TV so to say. I am sure all of us have experienced meeting people, who within a minute seem like long time friends, ones you feel instantly comfortable with.

Jhings' friend had brought another friend of hers. What a lovely girl! I mean, her demeanor, her rather radiant and mystic smile, her pleasant manner, her overall daintiness, and her eyes. Her eyes, boy-o-boy, those eyes of hers! Serious, that pair seemed like some sort of rare, precious gems which only a geological rarity can produce. Such depth... hazel tinge... that twinkle. I have always told people that if they haven't seen a full moon on a clear night using a powerful telescope, they haven’t quite seen what a mesmerizing thing of beauty can be. But, those eyes of her were no less than a feature rich moon surface. You know the eyes that talk, those sorts.

And as if the eyes weren't enough, she had a smile to die for! She had about five states of appearance, smiling, smiling, smiling, smiling, and smiling. And what a smile! I meant what-a-smile! The smile that tells you she can read what's on your mind. The smile that embodies genuine amusement. The smile that's infectious enough for you to see the light and bright side of life’s things. The smile that is so friendly that the age-of-acquaintance becomes immaterial. The smile that asks you to smile with it. That smile.

Post mid-night darkness led to dawn and a few bonfires and some chatter later it was decided to begin the day with some early-morning-sale shopping at UCB. Nice experience, and with the ladies lending their sense of style, Jhings and I wrapped the shopping expedition quick and with satiation. Satiation, at last.

The time had come to be gone and back home it was time to hallucinate. Hallucinate, again.

Phir kuch is dil ko beqraari hai
Seena zoya-e-zakhm-e-qaari hai

Bekhudi besabab nahin 'Jango'
Kuch to hai jis ki pardadaari hai

I am Jack's Embarrassment!

I am cool coding
I enable getting together
Of strangers and lovers
For business and pleasure

I am about notifications
The powerful few lines
Those cheer a beau
And irk a boss

I send text, and
I send voice, too
Beta is current avatar
Already king of IM'ing

A mini-me within Gmail
Daddy's software's alpha male
A blue blooded pedigree
Every offering for free

I enable my users
To flag their status
With a few words
Some wit, some dull

I can also flag
The currently playing track
Some music, some not
The Simpsons, Midnight Hot!

है इसी में प्यार की आबरू

है इसी में प्यार की आबरू
वो जफा करें मैं वफा करूं
जो वफा भी काम ना आ सके
तो वही कहें के मैं क्या करूं

मुझे ग़म भी उनका अज़ीज़ है
के उंही की दी हुई चीज़ है
येही ग़म है अब मेरी ज़िन्दगी
इसे कैसे दिल से जुदा करूं

जो ना बन सके मैं वो बात हूं
जो ना खत्म हो मैं वो रात हूं
ये लिखा है मेरे नसीब में
युहीं शमा बन के जला करूं

ना किसी के दिल की हूं आरज़ू
ना किसी नज़र की जूस्तजू
मैं वो फूल हूं जो उदास हूं
ना बहार आये तो मैं क्या करूं

Omkara: The movie and its review

I am not even going to attempt writing a review for the movie (which I quite liked) because I read this: http://brangan.easyjournal.com/entry.aspx?eid=3011791

If movie was good, wait till you read the review. I am left wondering whether the review is written so damn well because of the movie or does the blogger write this well habitually. May be reading more of those posts will help...

Go watch and go read.

B-Theory Quotes

In accordance with the B-Theory (topic of another post), I am building a repository of junk quotes, which I think are originally attributable to me! ;-)

So here goes:
1. When the going gets tough, look at the compliment set.
2. My life is like my lips, rosy but useless.
3. We must have a life separate from love. We don't understand the beast. Just as we don't know how it comes, we don't know how it leaves us.
4. Drawing parallels is the new wrapper from the house of brilliance.
5. A life spent with music, books and being nice is a life well spent.
6. Chivalry is a Bombay import.
7. Most of the world operates at a sub-optimal level, global maxima exists mostly in theory.
8. Driving on Noida roads is akin to taking a step closer to a complete disbelief in the goodness of mankind.
9. It is possible to be a hypocrite and not even know that you are one.
10. In north India, there are no traffic rules - only car sizes.
11. You can never shop enough, can you woman?
12. If First me, then you then Fuck You.
13. Collective Responsibility is the single most potent way to screw a task and make sure it won't get done as well as it can be done.
14. Haramkhori on the Corporate's expense is a tribute to the spirit of our overworked, underpaid, overtaxed friends. It is akin to orgasm for single wo/men.
15. I asked God for "Fire in my belly". He said Amen. Now, I am a premium customer of Digene. 16. When I was young, my parents asked God to make me a good kid. Then, time froze.
17. It is tough to find love, with good girls 'affection assymetry' comes into play.
18. I have started spelling it as assid. (For The Duh, it = acid)
19. The mediocre don't even sin well or enough.
20. Suddenly, life is a bitch again.
21. If everyone's friend is "THE BEST" or "THE COOLEST" or "THE DUDE" why is the world still such a suckey place?
22. I am so ordinary that it took me 25 years to even realize that I am so.
23. I think assholes are born not made.
24. I never regret about the things I say, I only regret about the things I don't say.
25. Stupid is what stupid asks.
26. Pray to God but keep oiling the hair.
27. All it takes is a stingray to kill a Steve Irwin :( [New]

रोया करेंगे आप भी पैहरों इसी तरह

It has been a while that I quoted poetry or even wrote here, but talking to someone at length last evening reminded me of this:

रोया करेंगे आप भी पैहरों इसी तरह
अटका कहीं जो आपका दिल भी मेरी तरह

ना ताब हिज्र में है ना आराम वस्ल में
कमब्ख्त दिल को चैन नहीं किसी तरह

मर चुक कहीं के तू ग़म-ए-हिज्रा से छूट जाये
कहते तो हैं भले की वो लेकिन बुरी तरह

ना जाये वा बनी है ना बिन जाये चैन है
क्या कीजीये हमे तो है मुशकिल सभी तरह

हूं जान बलब बुताने सितमगर के हाथ से
क्या सब जहां में जीते हैं ‘मोमिन’ इसी तरह

Only that it doesn’t take a ‘Momin’ to understand his timeless words.

Working Class Hero

I was busy all these days, trying to put together a life, like any other working class fellow. A tribute to all of them (and us), in the so-true words of John Lennon

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they're telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be

If you want to be a hero well just follow me

मुझे मत रोको

The lyrics of the song aren't extra-ordinary but somehow the way Kavita Seth has rendered the composition is quite soulful. I mean some relief amongst all this crap that FM channels keep churning.

मुझे मत रोको मुझे यार के घर जाने दो
मैं हूं परवाना मुझे शम्मा पे मिट जाने दो

उसको पाना ही मेरी ज़िन्दगी का मक्सद है
गर वो मिलता है मुझे मर के तो मर जाने दो

दिल की आंखों ने मेरी अपना सनम देख लिया
अब इसी दर पे मेरे दम को निकल जाने दो

Listen to the song and the album on Raaga. Checkout other popular sufi/ghazal compositions from the lady, worth a listen.

Apparently, Chandigarh does have its share of classical centric cultural activity going on in Pracheen Kala Kendra (Web of melody captures city audience), should catch one of these concerts sometime.

B-Theory Punchlines

(I believe the following are original compositions, any aberration may be reported)

Punchline:
Fuddu, fuddu fuddu fuddu yeh jahan
Fuddu, fuddu hum bhi yahan
Product: Life in 2006
Inspiration: Rang De Basanti - Ziddi

Punchline (more like an anthem):
Shit kari sukh karan
Shit kari dukh hoye
Nagar dhindhora pher doon
Shit na kariyo koye!
Group: Association of the Victims of Acidity
Inspiration: Tirlok Gurtu - Remembrance

Punchline: Give us 15 minutes, just 15 minutes, we'll change your life
Product: Prostitutional Inc's Devirginator
Inspiration: Bajaj Capital

Punchline: No one can beat you (as well as we can)
Product: Delhi Police ka danda
Inspiration: Slobodan Milosevic

Punchline: Clean Hair, Green Hair
Product: Fructis (for dry and damaged hair)
Inspiration: Delhi Government

Punchline: Thoda aur chalega
Product: Car-backing collision protection device
Inspiration: Saffola

Punchline: Hum Hain Na!
Product: Bhojpuri version of Main Hoon Na
Inspiration: ICICI Bank

Punchline: Kuch log Sumo Victa chalate hain!
Product: BPO's Population Eliminator
Inspiration: Sumo Victa

(Watch this space!)

Social Entrepreneurism

Aaditeshwar Seth has done an excellent job of collecting link and writing briefs about a lot of efforts going in this area (on my wishlist for years now, time to see some action, I guess). See his meticulously created blog.
Though I have never met him but have heard about him from my ex-roomates. This guy needs to be tracked, followed and read!

As the congressmen like to say: Aaditeshwar aage badho, hum tumhaare saath hain! :)

Generating Jobs: Indian Legislature Style

What the fuck is going on?

I haven't had any time to read about this new legislation thing in papers, but from what I've heard around and read in emails, this absolutely sucks. I mean 50% reservation in the 21st century. Are you out of your frickin' mind or something? It is no surprise that no political party is opposing it too. Damn you guys, go eat some crap. what good is the reservation supposed to do? Does anyone make sure that reservation is being used for the upliftment? I guess not, there were this brother and sister duo in my college who entered through the SC quota. And they were certainly not from under-privileged strata of the society. Both their parents were IAS officers. And yes, the parents themselves became IAS (and rose through the ranks) because of quota. Isn't this ridiculous? As if these quotas were not enough, there is a quota for freedom fighter's grandchildren, a defence services quota, a sportsperson quota. Where does it stop? Most of the people filling the seats in the last three quotas come from families which certainly don't need government aid to make ends meet. And whats with waiting 50 years for upliftment of the downtrodden?

This is a sure shot receipe for societal chaos and eventual breakdown. And we (including me) should not let it happen. For beginners, please join the Anti-Reservation Action Forum on orkut, I am not sure what they plan to do, but at the least it will be a single way to address people who are concerned.

Then, please sign this petition and this.

I am also looking for ways to use private firms to form a policy that will cause rebellion against the ridiculous legislation. Here is how it is supposed to work: Private firms decide not to go to campuses, hire only through their own recruitment process which filters the wheat from the chaff, campuses forsee tougher time and a dilution of their brand (lets face it most people know certain campuses only because certain firms visit those campuses and the foolish cycle continues), and thus the campuses, with all their faculty, current student and alumni - basically the crème de la crème of the society rises, more actively than at present, against the bill. Any pointers to such a thing already taking place will help.

Ah, coming to the subject of this post, on deeper thought, I conclude that the legislature let this bill pass to conform to their long standing promise of generating jobs. Here is how, let's make it a figure-it-out-yourself exercise.

1. Go to the nearest video rental shop and rent The Day of the Jackal
2. As you will notice, a lot of men, at one count about 100,000 are in one way or the other involved in catching Jackal.
3. Think about what this reservation will lead young, capable, and frustated guys into.
4. Yes, crime is the answer.
5. Who is incharge of (how successful is the story of another day) keeping tabs on crime?
6. Good, you're learning. It is the Government.
7. What is needed to keep tabs on crime?
8. Yes, men (Or "yes men", whatever)
9. So more crimes mean more men required.
10. More men required means, more jobs.

Ah, there is a little problem. 50 % of these men will be from the Scheduled and Other Backward Castes. All their life they would have gotten in through the backdoor. So they will be less capable of doing anything right. Or, lets just say less willing. So they will encourage corruption. And more crime. Voila! This is a self perpetuating way of creating jobs. Hail reservation.

I am disgusted.

The Hymn of Creation

श्रिष्टी से पहले सत नहीं था, असत भी नहीं
अंतरिक्ष भी नहीं, आकाश भी नहीं था
छिपा था क्या, कहाँ, किसने ढ़का था
उस पल तो अगम, अटल जल भी कहाँ था

श्रिष्टी का कौन है कर्ता
कर्ता है वा अकर्ता
ऊचे आकाश में रहता
सदा अध्यक्ष बना रहता

वही सचमुच में जानता, या नहीं भी जानता
है किसी को नहीं पता, नहीं पता
नहीं है पता, नहीं है पता

वह था हिर्नयागर्भ श्रिष्टी से पहले विद्यमान
वही तो सारे भूत जात का स्वामी महान
जो है अस्तित्वमान धरती आसमान धारन कर
ऐसे किस देवता कि उपासना करें हम अवि देकर

जिस के बल पर तेजोमय है अंबर
प्रिथ्वी हरी भरी स्थापित स्थिर
स्वर्ग और सूरज भी स्थिर
ऐसे किस देवता की उपासना करें हम अवि देकर

गर्भ में अपने अग्नी धारन कर पैदा कर
व्याप्या था जल इधर उधर नीचे उपर
जगा चुके वो का एक्मेव प्रान बनकर
ऐसे किस देवता की उपासना करें हम अवि देकर

ॐ! श्रिष्टी निर्माता स्वर्ग रच्येता पूरवज रक्षा कर
सत्य धर्म पालक अतुल जल नियामक रक्षा कर
फैली हैं दिशायें बाहू जैसी उसकी सब में सब पर
ऐसे ही देवता की उपासना करें हम अवि देकर
ऐसे ही देवता की उपासना करें हम अवि देकर

This is not only supernatural like all of other Hindu chants but also brings nostgalic memories of Shyam Benegal's masterpiece. I'm looking for a source to download/buy the episodes of 'Bharat ek Khoj', any pointers will be highly appreciated.

Transliteration Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bharat_Ek_Khoj
English Translation: http://www.crhc.uiuc.edu/~vbhandar/hymn_of_creation.html
MP3 Download http://www.coolgoose.com/music/song.php?id=211300

US Trip Photos

http://charlotte.lti.cs.cmu.edu/zombie/photos/dc/

(DSCN1066.jpg, sorry they ain't chocs, the thumbnail I viewed while writing commentary was too small!)

Download speeds aren't very exciting though, could be a temporary thing.

I'll be uploading to other locations soon.

Looking Around

Mehra read an interesting article [first recorded kiss traced back to India!] on kissing, and Munjal visited Israel (good pictures).

KabiraSpeaking tries to find the logic behind Americans having their water on the rocks in a post aptly titled "Water No Ice Please, we are Indian". Of course, Indian as I am, I found it strange too. I mean, what the heck! I called for water, paani - paa nee, baraf nahin - no ice.

George Constanza's Words of Wisdom!

I found this hilarious:

The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you go live in a old age home. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, then, when you start work, you get a gold watch on your first day. You work forty years until you are young enough to enjoy your retirement. You drink alcohol, you party, and you get ready for High School. You go to primary school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back, you spend your last 9 months floating with luxuries like central heating, spa, room service on tap, then you finish off as an orgasm! Amen.

Depression ki ...

Rashmi wrote an excellent post some time ago, I just happened to read it today.

Depression is such a depressing beast that even the thought of it is depressing. It can get very tough for the person suffering from it and those around. My father went through depression and hard it was. The helplessness associated with depression is immense.

And I don't know why, I think I have a natural tendency to get depressed. May be it is because depression is known to have genetic effects. It is weird how things start seeming uninteresting, music starts seeming repetitive, and concentration goes for a vacation.

Gosh, even writing this is making me feel depressed, so am winding up here.

Be happy and don't think too much about it.

If it has gotten too depressing (like it has for me), read about and listen to some swear songs at
http://sify.com/news/fullstory.php?id=14128125 and http://www.jammag.com/etc/etcshow.php?art_id=21

Swear songs from an XL (XLRI Jamshedpur) Band at http://www.jammag.com/rock/show_rock.php?article_id=66

As they say, Depression ki G*** mein danda de!

Chillaxin!

No, this isn't only a lower middle class B. Tech. lingo, it is also an absolutely fabulous composition from my new favorite Jazz man, Eugene Groove. Tune in to Narada Radio for the allegedly love-making song! Also, few samples on the MSN Radio.

Others that I have absolutely loved are:

Euge Groove - Get 'em going
Gabriela Anders - Go to my head, Abracadabra
Brenda Russel - When you're coming back to me
Molly Johnson - Melody
Jeff Lorber - Flipside
DeeDee Bridgewater - Watermelon man
Jason Miles - Sexual Healing
Ozzie Ahlers - Night on the town
Down to the bone - I'll always hold you close
Incognito - Will I ever learn?

Chillax!