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Eleven is the first number which cannot be counted with a human’s ten fingers. Hence, it may as well represent the human mind taking an effort to go beyond the obvious and expand the boundaries of the doable.

Apollo 11, beyond the obvious.

I am tagged in such an exercise which has 11 questions to answer, 11 questions to frame and 11 people to tag. A warm thanks to Usha Aunty for giving me such wonderful food for thought. I have come to adore you from the very little time I have known you. 🙂

Usha Aunty is a much loved teacher and like all our favorite teachers in school, she is as strict as she is sweet. 🙂 Hence, here come the rules for the tag :

1. You must post the rules.
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged.
3. Tag eleven people and link to them on your post.
4. Let them know you’ve tagged them!

I love reading and doing tag posts as they are mini-interviews, where you interview yourselves ( and you get to play the imaginary reporter with the recording machine). *switches the imaginary recorder on*

Kamikaze answers

1. In one word, what have you gained, in life, that you hold most precious? (there, that rules out “weight” :P :P )

Insight

2. In three words, a pet peeve?

People feigning refinement
3. A word you think you use a lot, unconsciously :D ?

Obviously

4. What is it that you love to do, most, and would rather spend your time doing it?

I love interacting with people from diverse backgrounds. I can spend a lot of time talking to any person, be it a rustic farmer, household help, teenagers born and brought up in cities, techies, artists….you name the kind of people and I will always find something to talk on. 🙂

If this question refers to a skill, I can spend hours writing 🙂 and I actually have a larger part of my lovely work involving it.

5. What do you think others think of you?

Gaaha! This is a googly!

First I think, people think I am a chatterbox and a miya mithoo (If I am not awed by the person. In that case, I sit quiet). People who don’t know me well, might think I profess to be a know-it-all. People who know me well, think I unnecessarily say that I don’t know things, I don’t make full use of my capabilities in any field.

My besties think I am crazy with a new topic to chase every week. Nevertheless, they love me for my nerdy talks and lovingly reprimand me for my self-deprecating way of talk. They admire me for my composure in tough times.

To sum it up, people who meet me might have diametrically opposite views – One that I am crazy and don’t know anything about the real world out there! And the other that I am a very knowledgeable person. 😛 (This is completely untrue).

6. Who would you say made you who you are today (other than your parents, if that is what you would answer :) )

If it weren’t ‘who’ in the question, I’d say books. In my growing up years, where I formed my thought process, I read Bhagat Singh a lot. He has made me the kind of person I am.

7. What gives you joy?

Small things in life. Watching clouds float by, birds practicing formations in the evenings, the first star at twilight, cats and dogs (any pet for that matter), spending time talking to gracefully aging people and getting to know the treasure troves of knowledge they hold…..the list goes on.  🙂

8. Your all time inspiration?

Sardar Bhagat Singh.

9. If you could go back to one moment in your past, which moment would it be?

A toughie! It depends. One goes back either to do the things differently than one has done so far or to relive the happy moments. I would like to go back to the annular eclipse of August 11, 1999, which I watched with Baba, at the dam near our place. No words can describe the natural beauty of the phenomenon that manifested itself as darkness set in, the dam’s water reflected the ring and birds started flying homewards dead in the noon. I had planned watching it since about ’93. And that noon which I spent discussing the eclipse and life with my dad was an experience I will cherish all my life.

10. Do you believe in alternate lifetimes? If so, what is the you there doing now? (It’s actually one question, with two parts :D )

I don’t believe in alternate lifetimes, I think life now is exactly as it is meant to be at any given time. But this is a fun question so here is my answer :

Can I be a cartoon? I am garfield and am lazing on the sofa. Well, that’s what I am doing now. So I gotta find another one. I am an airforce pilot, I’ve been part of several covert operations and right now, I am being selected for a confidential military space mission to assess and sabotage the space encroachment plans of China. (Heeha! You may take Arunachal but you can’t take over the real Arun’s (Sun’s 😛 ) space).

11. What makes you you?

Don’t ask. Only I can submit a Applied Sciences file in an Electronics subject lab in First Year engineering by mistake (the file even got submitted and stamped!) and find out the goof-up next day in the Applied Sciences submission, tip-toe into the Electronics lab, get it back, replace with actual file and then submit the Applied Sciences as though nothing has happened! Goof-ups, they make me, me. 🙂 And my ability to get past them successfully too 🙂 The nerdy and the more professional would term it risk management.

Already done?! Sigh…I was liking answering them. Thank you for the interesting questions Usha Aunty 🙂
So here’s the part where I ask a few questions, 11 to be precise, in my imaginary reporter role : Kamikaze asks




Note : This is a rant.

Writers are dreamers. They keep talking big things. They see the world in a different way. They unnecessarily romanticise things. They do not pay attention to real life and take shelter in imagination. Writing is an escape from the reality. Writing can only be a part time hobby. Nobody can be a serious writer and manage other stuff like job, business, household life. Writing is the passion of the extreme rich or the extreme poor.

How many times have I heard these sentences? Writers are dreamers. That is correct. They do see potential in everything. In a way, writers are innovators, conceptualisers, pioneers.  A quality necessary for every entrepreneur and businessman. They don’t talk big. They want to enjoy each and every creation of nature, every emotion a human being can feel. They do not romanticise things – they just see simple things in life with a child-like awe. They just want to live life to the fullest. This enables them to be happy always.

It also leads to a certain nonchalance. Like the song says, “Gham aur khushi me farq na mehsus ho jaha….” This nonchalance, also called equanimity by the more spiritual, makes them efficient in their daily work. Writers react the same to any situation they face. They say ‘Wow, so this is how it feels!’ and go make a note of it. They observe themselves and their life as the unbiased observer mentioned in our physics textbooks. This doesn’t mean they escape reality. They face it with the detachment of a monk.(I have come to love this word 🙂 ) Writing is then, meditation.

Writing is the dessert, the goodie one enjoys after having a dinner filled with daily routine, awesome work day and family time. It is not really an escape from life, but discovering the realities of life. I have heard people exclaim, ‘Oh writing? It requires a bohemian lifestyle no?’ It doesn’t! Look around and one does find a part writer in every person – be it writing funny sticky notes for roomies, students forgetting mugged essays and composing one runtime, techies writing interesting mails as their status, people on Facebook/Twitter, a housemaid forgetting lines of the song she is humming and then making it up.Have you ever noticed babies? They have a funny habit of making limericks about anything they see.

Writing is a way of life. An essential skill for everyone wishing to make a mark in their field. Writing is a stress-buster. Writing is a negotiator. Writing is a rescuer. You name anything and writing is it. (That is the skill of an engineering student eh? To justify anything :P) So yeah, to sum up

WRITING IS NOT AN ESCAPE!



A poet from a country which has freedom of artistic expression may not choose to publish his work (for whatever reasons, say personal); while there would be an artist struggling to get his work published in the less free regions of the world. I sat pondering on this for a while and then the idea of this post came from the word Paabandiyan, which means restrictions. Every word has a relative meaning from person to person.  So does Paabandiyan.

A picture of two friends from an old era came to my mind. Say from Chanakya’s period. They both studied at Nalanda. One wants to finish his studies and head to Himalayas to explore the deeper questions of life. While the other, wants to finish his studies and head home – and get married to his fiancée. The first friend finds it very amusing of his friend to walk into worldly ties willingly. His own family has been appealing to him to stay back. These ties are suffocating him.  He wants to be free, while his friend wants to embrace them happily. To the world, he would be forbidden to be a part of society as a monk. But to him, he is willingly giving it all up.  At this moment, ‘restrictions’ ceases to be true to its negative connotation and is just a hollow word. And hence, the poem says – There are many forms of restrictions, some voluntary, some enforced. To the world, the Paabandi is for the monk, who won’t be allowed to live in the society. While to the monk, the Paabandi is his family’s insistence on staying back and getting married.

Paabandiyan to kai hain, kuch chahi, kuch unchahi

paabandiyan to kai hain,
kuch chahi, kuch anchahi.

ek hain,chahte hain azaad hona,
aur ek, bandhano me bandhna

kahi ek kadam bandhe jeevan ki dor,
aur kahi door ek jogi chala himalay ki or,

paabandiyan to kai hain,
kuch chahi, kuch anchahi.

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This post started from a discussion with my cute junior Apeksha . She had written a sher and wanted revising. It is a beautiful thought where the girl tells her beloved that her heart is a mirror which shows his reflection in her eyes. She urges him to keep it safe as the fragments will end up hurting him only in return.

My junior expressed it beautifully in a sweet and crisp way –

Ye mera dil nahi aina hai aapka
Har nazar,apna hi aks dekhoge
Iske tutne pe khud hi ko toh bikhra paaoge.

I messed up her composition in the following two ways!

dil-e-nacheez nahi ye aaina hai,
har deedar-e-nigah aapko –
dikhlata aks aapka hai,
jara nazakat se rakhiyega,
baat adna hai fir bhi gaur farmaiyega –
toot jaana iska aapki shaksiyat ka ishtial hoga,
tab bhi magar zarre zarre me aapka mazhar hoga!

Glossary
dil-e-nacheez – this insignificant person’s heart
deedar-e-nigah – trying to look into my eyes – i guess 😛
aks – reflection
adna – small/trivial
shakshiyat – personality – here the person you are when you are with me
ishtial – combustion – hyperbole yes yes 😛
zarra – particle
mazhar – a miniature avatar, incarnation of what is left of you.

and (on request for a 4 line version)

dil hai mera aapka aaina,
aks aapke base inn naina,
toot na jaaye sambhal ke sajna,
bikhroge aap hi jeevan ke angna.

cheesy eh? 🙂 Nevertheless, this marks the beginning of Project 365.



This is a Facebook discussion post I wrote for Preeti Shenoy’s ‘Life is what you make it’. The topic was ‘Can you shape your destiny?’ which garnered a lot of interesting replies. Something in the topic appealed me to be serious while writing it and I could not help sounding like the various self-help books there. 😛 Hence I include this statutory warning……………..

Caution : Bhari bharkam post ahead – stop right here if you are in a light funny mood 🙂                                                This can wait for a contemplative day. 😀

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Can you shape your destiny?

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Life is what you make it!

Can you shape your destiny? For that one has to define Destiny first. Destiny is the turn of events that your life takes over the years – either as you expected it to be or differently.

Man in general likes to pursue happiness and in trying to find this happiness, he tries to conquer destiny (the turn of events one’s life takes).

Now some people believe that destiny is pre-defined, everything that happens, is ‘scripted’ mystically since one is born. Essentially, destiny is always referred to in the future or the past tense -like- ‘If it is in my destiny, I’ll get it’ or ‘I wasn’t destined to get that’. But if we look at it deeply, it is our reaction to the situations in the present that is actually ‘shaping'(or has shaped) the turn of events(and in essence- our destiny).

The keyword here, is ‘reaction‘. Reaction is – the choices/decisions we make when we are in the position to call the shots during a situation and the acceptance/denial of the favourable/unfavourable circumstances respectively when others or nature is calling the shots.

In the first case, we have an advantage of being able to make a choice. That choice when made with careful contemplation, clear conscience and courage to face the consequences – either good or bad – gives us a satisfaction of having given our best. That satisfaction leads to what? The state of being happy! So now that a person is happy, doesn’t it imply that he has shaped his destiny in the process of being happy?

The second case, is a little difficult. When you are not in control, when others hold the key to certain situations – say when a joint decision is needed for the sale of a property you co-own – you can try to influence the decision in your favour by your persuading skills, but you cannot make the decision. But that decision surely impacts the turn of events in your life. In such times, if it is in your favour, you are happy. If not, accept the reality. Once you accept it, think if anything can be done. If yes, do every possible thing. If you cannot, think of better opportunities that you have. In doing so, you are saving yourself from further misery and paving the path to be happy – and in turn – shaping your destiny.

So yes, destiny can be shaped in both cases! 🙂

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God I sound preachy 😛 😛 I should classify this as a rant. Pliss to excuse…….acute shortage of posts made this post 😛

Image courtesy : Google search -> The Power of Positive Thinking – Realise your true destiny in life                                            No I have not read it yet 😛 😛



This is the post in the category I was thinking of adding to the blog since a long time. We have a forum amongst our college buddies called the Sher-o-shayari mutual admiration club. I am a regular contributor there and always thought that I should have a backup of my posts there……plus this also serves as a quick way to post regularly. Also being a closed group – iss nacheez ke nagme aam avaam tak nahin pahunch paate (which some of my friends say is a boon 😛 ) par aaj saare procrastination nu chhad ke assi ithe post kar ditha hai – this is gonna be a regular feature now – enjoy the sanki shayari (which cures the best cases of insomnia) – from the incorrigible Kamikaze }:)

lakh samjhaye dil ko…………….
ye aetbaar karna chahta hai
bawara iss bawandar mein bhi
tumhe hum qadam chahta hai
qismat ki kagar par bairi
yaqeen se chalna chahta hai
azmaane do aaj zamaane ko bhi humein…………..
dil bhi aaj behkna chahta hai,
zindagi ko apni sharton par
befiqar jeena chahta hai………
zindagi ko apni sharton par
befiqar jeena chahta hai………

You guessed it right……Kamikaze is highly inspired by Swanand Kirkire’s writings. 😀



the first raindrop falls
on my face, gently rolls
dissolving all the worries
that the future carries
like the wind thoughts flow
in the sky, self assured
tranquil,
the pristine white clouds glow
resurgence,since long allured!
rainbow beckons,
as the mind reckons,
it longs to live, to dream,
to get drenched
in the mellow Shravan rain....
in the distance, at the horizon,
shiny silver beams, crackle
a mystic smile spreads,eyes sparkle -
as unto solitary dark clouds, lightning engulfs!

Poems are the best way to break the writer’s block………there’s definitely a crack in the block now……. 😉



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