Mathematics ....
The enchantment of rhythm is obviously felt in music, the rhythm which is inherent in the notes and their groupings. It is the magic of mathematics, this rhythm which is in the heart of all creation, which moves in the atom and in its different measures fashions gold and lead, the rose and the thorn, the sun and the planets, the variety and vicissitudes of man's history. These are the dance steps of numbers in the arena of time and space, which weave the maya of appearance, the incessant flow of changes that ever is and is not. What we know as intellectual truth, is that also not a perfect rhythm of the relationship of facts that produce a sense of convincingness to a person who somehow feels that he knows the truth? We believe any fact to be true because of a harmony, a rhythm in reason, the process of which analysable by the logic of mathematics.
- Rabindranath Tagore
(Tagore's Introduction for Saankhya - The Journal of ISI-Kolkata)
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Acceptance
ACCEPTANCE
A trillion imperfections that shape me ,
The countless moments of corruption and despair that make up my life ,
A billion perversions in my mind ...
and .............................................
the ever complaining me ,
who puts the blame on those ,who are responsible for my existence ..
I could accept them all...
I just accepted the NOT-ACCEPTING me....
A trillion imperfections that shape me ,
The countless moments of corruption and despair that make up my life ,
A billion perversions in my mind ...
and .............................................
the ever complaining me ,
who puts the blame on those ,who are responsible for my existence ..
I could accept them all...
I just accepted the NOT-ACCEPTING me....
Tuma katha
Tuma Katha
Jhari padilani ta bhijei deba,
Thik Barsha Bhali..................
Aau Sei bhija ra basna hueta bhedi jiba
mana re keun eka gaheera konaku...
Tapare ,
Trusna ra bistirnata re aasthai poornachheda tie,
aakhi re aakhiye asha nei ,
Muruki muruki hasuthiba bodh hue......
(Wrote in my second year engineering@ GHITM , Puri.)
Innocence.....
It was a late evening cab ride from the Mumbai’s CST to a friend’s place in Lokhandwala . After spending more than 25 years in Orissa, where the skyline is as complacent as the aspirations of its people, it was a different experience to look at the sky scrappers from the cab window and to ponder over the minds of the mumbaikars who dwell in these structures.
The Cab was just crossing the Hiranandani apartments and all of a sudden it stopped , making some strange noise. The driver and his assistant came out to check the engine . After couple of minutes they told me that it is an engine failure and the cab cannot move at this moment and asked me to pay the bill and take another cab.
So no alternatives left, I pulled out a 500 rupee note from my wallet and handed over to the driver . After a couple of second’s strange look at me my face & to my utter surprise , the driver asked me to pay him the remaining bill , telling I have given him a Rs100/- note.
The evening darkness, the bollywood stories on theft, the lonely bridge and the busy travellers ……all made me feel a bit more unsafe. After a couple of minutes of fruitless argument, I finally gave up& paid what he asked . Later I found that they had cheated me in the meter too.
After a month, in a similar situation, when a cab driver was begging me for some twenty rupees more because of his ignorance about the distance, I witnessed a tremendous suspicion in my mind which never allowed me to even listen to a single word of him.
And couple of other incidents made me realise that, I have lost my ability to trust people. I have lost the belief that people are necessarily good unless compelled to behave otherwise. Everybody of us has been born innocent but many have lost it in due course of time.
For quite a long time, I have been in love with the word innocence often wondered what can be exact description of it. And the closest statement that comes to my mind to explain innocence is mind is “INNOCENCE IS THE ABILITY TO TRUST”. To me Innocence has been the most precious of human virtues, which gives you the space to live & the ability to love. Someone innocent has that confidence in him, that he is not be cheated, not be ditched.
But is innocence sustainable? Who deprives you from something so beautiful ? Why cannot we have an unflinching trust in everyone and everything ?
The Cab was just crossing the Hiranandani apartments and all of a sudden it stopped , making some strange noise. The driver and his assistant came out to check the engine . After couple of minutes they told me that it is an engine failure and the cab cannot move at this moment and asked me to pay the bill and take another cab.
So no alternatives left, I pulled out a 500 rupee note from my wallet and handed over to the driver . After a couple of second’s strange look at me my face & to my utter surprise , the driver asked me to pay him the remaining bill , telling I have given him a Rs100/- note.
The evening darkness, the bollywood stories on theft, the lonely bridge and the busy travellers ……all made me feel a bit more unsafe. After a couple of minutes of fruitless argument, I finally gave up& paid what he asked . Later I found that they had cheated me in the meter too.
After a month, in a similar situation, when a cab driver was begging me for some twenty rupees more because of his ignorance about the distance, I witnessed a tremendous suspicion in my mind which never allowed me to even listen to a single word of him.
And couple of other incidents made me realise that, I have lost my ability to trust people. I have lost the belief that people are necessarily good unless compelled to behave otherwise. Everybody of us has been born innocent but many have lost it in due course of time.
For quite a long time, I have been in love with the word innocence often wondered what can be exact description of it. And the closest statement that comes to my mind to explain innocence is mind is “INNOCENCE IS THE ABILITY TO TRUST”. To me Innocence has been the most precious of human virtues, which gives you the space to live & the ability to love. Someone innocent has that confidence in him, that he is not be cheated, not be ditched.
But is innocence sustainable? Who deprives you from something so beautiful ? Why cannot we have an unflinching trust in everyone and everything ?
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