But it Rained - Parikrama

This is for all you people who've always wanted to, but never really had the chance to see this awesome video, of an awesome song!!

Lyrics:

Wrapped in a polythene tucked away safe in my mind

A little goodbye maybe or just a passing smile
The birds fly away to the southern sky searching a home

A bunch of paper flowers or a little boy left all alone

Can somebody hear me I'm screaming from so far away

Morning who will calm you now, the evening is eclipsed again
Well does life get any better

More yesterday than today

How I thought the sun would shine tomorrow

But it rained . . .
They justified the cause for which Daddy might give up his life

It's been so long, so long a time, still I miss Daddy at night

The ache is long gone but the never keeps staring along

The waters in the seas are highand all the sand castles have drowned
Well does life get any better

More yesterday than today

How I thought the sun would shine tomorrow

But it rained . . .

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Questions Unanswered

I have this 'ugly' habit of ending conversations abruptly and continuously changing the topic to suit what I feel like disclosing or talking about. Of late this seems to have become a recurring and highly irritating problem for some of my friends. So, I thought that I'd sit down and analyse the situation. Try to figure out why this hadn't been so prominent a problem earlier......

Over the past few days the maximum complains I've received are about this. So, when I did get down to pin pointing when this occurred the most, I realised that it was brought on because of one of two things. Either because the conversation was heading towards stuff I hold really dear to me, stuff that I never really intend to disclose to anyone, or it was drifting to grounds that lay in uncharted territory for me. Of the two, the former seems to have been the one that provided me with the maximum stimuli to trigger the response. For some godforsaken reason most conversations these past few days have been in dangerous territory, territory that I don't really want any trespassing in!! Hence this sudden boom in the sector. Hopefully my clampdown will allow normal life to resume again soon.

The reason behind this post is to apologise to my friends for this reckless behaviour. And, to also warn them to not be surprised or upset if they come by such impenetrable walls again. Sorry.....

The Gauge

"Every Action has an Equal and Opposite Reaction." This is one of the major laws on which our perception of the environment around us is based. I believe in a slightly different philosophy. That, of every action having a cost which requires payment. In Full.

For this to be true, every one of our actions needs to be quantified so that it may be valued. If not quantified, at least judged to an approximation for it to gain value. To an individual, the biggest dilemma is not how he will judge someone else, but how he can judge his own worth. Here in lies the basic dilemma, how does one value oneself?

Generally the first thing we notice about a person is their wealth. This can be brought forth in any number of ways. But, does it really help us to judge our own worth? Can we actually express ourselves in monetary terms, when we can't even express the reasons for ups and downs in the Share Markets with them? I'd think not.
The next thing that is generally noticed is one's popularity. One day you might be famous and the very next infamous. Fame being a very fickle friend. Does this then allow us to judge ourselves? Fame apart, the only way to judge our popularity would be to depend on third party inputs. But, can we really depend on these inputs? How far can we actually go in our trust of another?
Another measure for self-worth could be the company that one keeps. But, how could we possibly judge our self-worth with such a rudimentary tool? The company that we surround ourselves with could be what we aspire to become. Or, it could even be people we feel most comfortable with. Or, people we simply look up to. But, wouldn't this measure be quite contradictory to our intention?

Is there really any one way to measure self-worth? The conclusions drawn by me suggest not. So, a mixture of some or all of these aforementioned parameters must suffice. The next question that begs answering is, why does our own worth need determination? What could possibly require payment from our own worth? This is a question that will always yield a unique answer, drafted by circumstances in the weaves of time and necessity.

In a situation where there are no real beginnings or ends, it is but obvious that self-worth cannot hold an absolute value. It will keep changing from time to time. And, it will be for us to ascertain it, and its uses.

In an Utopian Scenario, the scales to measure one's self-worth would not require identification. They would simply exist. And, the knowledge of this would be enough to fuel the individuals belief in himself. As he would be completely at peace with himself. His basic measure though would not be wealth, fame or company.... But, would instead be his deeds and principles. Which would speak not of what he'd done for the betterment of another, but for himself. Never allowing any other to try to misuse him. Not acknowledging any to be his superior. Equal there may be. But, Superiors? Never!!

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The conception of this post had breeded an idea quite different from the one presented here. Infact, the original post would most probably have not followed this line of thought at all, as contextually it was quite different. But owing to my habit of not answering questions, the answers to which I don't want revealed, the original might never really see the light of day.

A Tale Of Tall Tales.......

Some twelve-thirteen years ago I used to be known for my extremely tall and convincing tales. Yarns, that I'd spin out in such a fashion that the listener was always left convinced that I couldn't possibly be lying!!!

Back then there used to be a very popular cartoon at that point of time named 'Centurions'. In this cartoon, the main characters used to wear specialised suits which allowed them to be teleported to any place, with a very extensive arsenal of weapons to call upon, that became a part of their special suits to turn them into living machines of intense power. Now, when some of my cousins decided to drop in to visit me from Kolkata, we went to visit the Prince of Wales Museum(Mumbai of course), I decided to make the trip a little interesting by cooking up a story about how these characters from this series were real. And, how while visiting the museum once, I'd come across this huge whale made from concrete hanging in one of the main halls there and had discovered the characters from the cartoon series fighting some battle inside this sculpture. I decided to make it a little more interesting by providing various facts and figures about the incident.

These cousins of mine who normally never believed my stories really freaked out at discovering that the various facts and figures I'd given in support almost all came out to be true, and were hence coaxed into believing me.... Soon after this incident they went back to Kolkata. When I next met them they'd still not been able to see through my hoax as I kept adding credibility to it. It was almost after a full two years that the truth was finally revealed to them.

Over the past decade, I've slowly and steadily lost my grasp of this 'Art'. Wish I was still as proficient. These days I've begun practicing it again though I am no longer as good as I used to be. Wish those olden times could reign again at times. These days I've started mixing them up a little, both fiction and reality. See if you can differentiate between the facts and fiction of my life...........