Break open all the shackles....be free...be seamless...be one with the One...be Boundaryless..!!

You are me....I am You....We are the Universe...We are the trees, the insects, the animals.....We are Our Enemies...We are Our Hatred....We are the Love...Love thyself....You will love the Universe....Hate yourself....and you will discern that you are the most hated..!!

Friday, August 27, 2010

Why are men the way they are...?

Men...the great great men...I have met very few men who don't try to ascertain their masculinity every moment...who don't try to prove themselves men every time...it seems that most of the men today, feel hollow...they need constant reassurance from themselves about their status...about their power...about their being men...if this is not done..their chauvinism would literally strangle them...
but I am not generalizing my opinion about men....I know Mahatma Gandhi and Swami Vivekananda mean to me...but why should such personalities stand out as exceptions in society..? why can't every man be another Mahatma or Vivekananda..? Why does everyone get swayed by the winds of mass trauma every time..? Why don't they be what they are..? Without trying to defend their sexuality..?
When women speak about this, they are tagged as feminists and as feeling inferior to men...!!
Strange world....may be it is meant to be strange...!
Subhanallah...!!   

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Why were women confined to homes...?

Women....for some are goddesses...for others liabilities....for still others chattels to be possessed...and for many..luxuries to indulge in...Women were confined to their homely limits...lest their virtue be made vicious...but why were they kept so insulated from other men..? Why were they shunned all posts in the governance..?
People could not have afforded to morally molest them...in the hands of chauvinistic devils...they just could not afford to cause a drain in their divine spiritual energy...by ruthless inhuman behaviour of cowards...Women were thus worshipped...they were happy with their lives...they were healthy...they lived long lives...
Now-a-days...women are more stress prone...more cancer prone....experience tumultuous pre-menstrual syndromes...contract hyper-tension and high blood pressure...only to be left with zero spiritual energy...
Should we really limit ourselves to homes to lead a cozy-comfy life..?
Or break open all the meaningless shackles and show to the soul-less world that we are indeed GODDESSES...?
Latter ought be; should be; and IS our forte..
AMEN...!! 

Why is Law Irritatingly Utopic...?

Law...the great Indian Constitution...Democracy...Norms...Traditions...Nobility...Honesty...Integrity...Truth.... MAY THY SOULS REST IN PEACE....AMEN....when these are no more to be found...why keep their rotting corpses in the life's dictionary...? Why rever them and run after them...only to be found hopelessly heart broken..? Why at all consider them the gems of life..? Gems are never lackluster...they dance with sheen till doom's day...
Why should we study Law...WHEN IT NO LONGER EXISTS..?
Why are children taught about honesty, truthfulness, integrity, BLAH...BLAH..BLAH...when they brutally molest them in their adulthood..?
Why is friendship defined...when friends no longer remain FRIENDS...?
Why is Law so damn irritatingly Utopic...that leaves a Law Student crushingly broken when he finds himself face to face with THE NEW ORDER LAWS OF GREED, AVARICE, POWER HUNGER, JEALOUSY, HATREDNESS, SELF-CENTREDNESS & THROAT SLITTING COMPETITION..?
Why should such dream world law be learnt..?
Are legal scholars really PRACTICAL LEGAL SCHOLARS?
Is merit really being nourished..?
Are students really made into responsible citizens...?
Are citizens really defined?
Law is an ass...but the ass is dead....let the ass rest in peace....LET US ALL BURY ITS CORPSE WITH POMP AND SHOW...MISSION ACCOMPLISHED..!!!
TOUCH WOOD..!!! 

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Trip to Magod Falls...?!!

Today..was a special day for me...I had gone to Magod Falls, one of the great treasures of Nature, which has carved itself a cozy niche in the bosom of the Western Ghats...it was truly Heaven on Earth...its resplendent awe...its serenity...its serendipity...was worth the effort...we (all the residents of doctors' quarters) set off early in the morning...towards our cherished abode...I chose to go with them..to give a break to the monotony of life....I found that it was more than the intended breaking of monotony...it was sneak-peek into the Nature's bounty...which lie so undisturbed...so calm...and at a spiritual height...it brought in an unknown peace of mind...
This trip has made me wonder why we have been so handicapped as to see the Nature with a curiosity of seeing something out of the world...We arrange special trips to relish the Nature's feast...we stand with our mouths wide open in front of water falls, rivers, streams, mountains and valleys...we look at them as if they do not belong to us...as if they are there..just because they have to be...not understanding that We are the Nature...Nature is Us...We need not, and ought not to make 'trips' to Nature...trips to Ourselves...we ought to understand that We are what we see and cherish...we ought to enjoy every bit of our time spent with "Ourselves"..without getting overwhelmed by the pious beauty of our tryst...
This becomes very important in the present times when, touch wood, at least we get to see a bit of Nature...and Ourselves in it....
The grunt of daily life eats so much into us that we no longer remain human...we remain reduced to slogging donkeys...following the crowd, going into the abyss of the material world...Nature has been reduced to a "trip making rarity"...we are left thirsting for every glimpse of greenery...every little manifestation of Nature...because we have forgotten ourselves...we have forgotten our Nature...we live in the world to which we don't belong...we belong to the soil, to the trees, to the water, to the forests....not to the concrete suffocating junk boxes...to realise our Ultimate goal, our rendezvous with Nature ought to be an infinite scheme....otherwise, Nature will deceive us more than we deceive it...We will be standing hopelessly deceived by ourselves..
Touch Wood..!! 

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

THE RACE IS ON...!!

Phew..!! The 2nd year of my graduation has finally started..!! We are no more carefree...even if we are...we are not supposed to be...we are into a more serious stage of creating a firm career platform for ourselves...we are in the race....a big big race....never ending race course...with never-tiring sprinters...it is an eternal race towards nothing...everyone is running...I am following them...for, if I don't...I would be an outcast...I have to run...because I want to...but my destiny is mine...I don't want to get the 1st prize...I want to feel the race...my every breath while running...my every struggle against the hurdles...my every step..together with the path my feet follow...I don't want to aim at the post I need to reach...coz..if watch every step of mine...I know I will by all means be my goal...there is so much to learn...so much to remember....so much knowledge to gain...the more you read...the more handicapped you feel...the more illiterate you feel..and the restlessness persists... Pressures - internal and external - tax us...there is almost a pressing need to blow past the crowd and stand out....achieve success..the desired goal...and be yet another slogging animal in a den filled with metal bins and boxes....
information inundation has wrecked havoc...not only on virtual systems...but also on the internal biological systems...on the mental universes...on the mass psyche...on the society...on the civilization..on the entire HUMANITY..!!! We are headed toward nowhere...just nowhere..but without heading toward this quintessential nowhere...we cannot get anywhere....to get somewhere...we need to reach this "nowhere"...then get everywhere...and get BOUNDARYLESS...

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Who am I?

Who am I? Pranusha? An "immature, kiddish, pampered, insensitive kid"...? A "matured, very talented, sensitive gal"..? These are various references which different sects of society have bestowed upon me...and...ALL OF THEM ARE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT...i  am an intoxicating and confusing cauldron of all these paradoxical things...its a hell to put up with...for people having got better businesses to do with their lives...and for me too...sometimes...i get on my own nerves...its taxing...ridiculous...most of the times I need my best friend for me to tell every damn thing I feel....she puts up with all the bullshit with great patience.. I forever remain humbly grateful to my parents for whatever I am...I owe myself to them...they can't be replaced...also...my best friend can't  be replaced...
The answer to the question which I put forth at the outset of this post is...still in the course of being discovered...till date I have been living according to the whims and fancies of the people around me...I like clothes which they like...I like accessories which they certify...none of my likes are without their seal of "TESTED"...if someone comments negatively on my dress....I stop wearing it...In malls....I just can't choose myself a dress...I just don't know what looks good on me...
And even if I try my level best....I can't withhold myself from being honest with others....I dislike this quality of mine...its my weakness...now...the readers of this post....can very well exploit me...and I want them to...because I can gain a lot of life experiences the hard way...and grow stronger and stronger....
There are people in my life who I helluva dislike...my blood boils when I look at them...because they consider me just a dumb thing....a silly kid...it may appear as this is my inferiority complex....may be...because no one can degrade me without my consent....and I NEED to grow stronger...
I am on the tumultuous journey of self-discovery...because I DON'T KNOW what I am...except for some of my basic characteristics...
I pray God to lead me into the world of Infinite Light from the gory Dark...to help me be a drop of  Contented Life.. on the Lotus leaf of this World...the weird weird World...Amen.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Golconda Fort

hi there....we're just now back home from Golconda Fort...it was simply splendid...a great  experience...climbing 360 steps....phew..!! the fort spoke many unspoken words...of victory...bloodshed...peace...fanaticism...prosperity...and tranquility...it outlined the great valor of the Nizams...as also their efficacy in building Hyderabad...their management...of people and power...today, the fort is just a conglomeration of stones...nevertheless, it scrapes the sky with all the glory...the Andhra Pradesh govt. is accountable for its maintenance...
In the fort..myriad tourists were quenching their thirst of the historic cassata...our guide instilled life into the 10th century fort...his vivid description made the characters of the story so very alive and elegant...the story was being weaved before us..with all its myriad hues and shades...and we just drowned into the impeccable sojourn...
as a fillip to the trip, there was a sound and light narration in the fort...succinctly putting on the table...the Nizams' glorious history...it was a sublime experience...the zephyr of the Nizams' Hyderabad blew past us...in the YSR's neo-Hyderabad...where not a drop of Golconda has remained....where life is fast moving...and where the cup is empty even before the drinker has quenched his thirst...
life in hyderabad has changed...in the course of our travel through the massive fort, our guide pointed to a place where diamonds used to be sold...
now..there is a place where...in fact many places in and around the fort....where the corpse of the Constitution of India - the Paramount Parchment...lies....rotten...where the enactments, rules and regulations of the Indian Legislature do not exist...this, i say....because no goods are sold at the M.R.P. rate...this, is very obvious...for the average Indian...but why should it be so obvious? So obvious...that the Taxation Act should seem Utopian  or alien? Weren't the law makers  Indian? In the fort premises, unable to contain my hunger, I went to a stall to buy some chips and biscuits...the total M.R.P. rate added up to Rs. 38...the shop keeper asked for Rs. 45... I questioned the illegal increase...(if it can be called illegal....because legal/law is the society)..he blurted out...lena ho toh lo...warna chod do...i could not say anything...i dont know why...i conceded...
the point to be noted here is...he reasoned out the extra money as the labor charges...i spoke about this to my brother-in-law...he narrated his experience at Tirupati...where a group of letters as M.R.P. does not exist...
after much pondering over the issue...i felt that if it is for the labor charges..it  is fine to give some xtra bucks.. but it is not legal...thus...though it is moral...the rule of the land does not allow it...but does legality always include morality? I am yet to find an answer...
Coming back to the Fort premises... very few (in fact only few) dustbins were found in the entire 10 km circumference fort premises... the tourists had no option but to throw the filth helter-skelter...(Indians we are..)...
on the whole...inspite of the little blemishes...the trip to Golconda was worth all our sweating brows...thee tiresome journey up the labyrinthine flight of stairs...and of course...the extra Rs. 7 too..

Technical facts that I learnt:

  • Banjara Hills is named after the Banjara court dancers who lived in that area.
  • Hyderabad is named after one of the Queens' names.
  • P.V.Narasimha Rao Expressway is India's longest flyover with 13.5 km. It starts at Mehdipatnam.
  • Golconda fort was diamond studded. The area was first ruled by the Kakatiyas and the Yadavs...then Aurangzeb conquered it.

Saidabad to Banjara Hills in an auto rickshaw...!!

 Vrooomm.....started off the rickshaw from Saidabad...our destination was the City Centre at Banjara Hills...the journey was fascinating and distraught at once....fascinating because every time the wheels cycled...i contained an extra dose of excitement of going to a "Mall"...and it was distraught because the real Hyderabad....in fact the real under belly of India...came to light....on the roads (if the paved ways can reasonably be bestowed with this description)....innumerable petty shops...badly disorganized...with chicken and mutton freely exhibited....for all the flies...mosquitoes, carbon monoxide molecules, methane molecules...and several other "rightful partners of the carcasses" to relish the newly implemented sense of "socialism"... (same as the free spirit of India presently is exhibited to th world....with tainted underbelly and missing conscience...)...the people too...had their share in the "socialistic spirit" which was forwarded by the shopkeepers.....to behold the glorious sight of the wonderful consummation of the essence of the Constitution of India...India is sovereign, socialist, secular, democratic, republic....our rickshaw hurtled through the various scooters, mopeds, and scooties...which had, at the minimum, 5 people on each vehicle...commuting very comfortably indeed.....the traffic signals were clearly adhered to....in fact the responsible citizens went one step further....by being very sensitive to the yellow light and missing out on the green...to keep up with the 'fast pace'....then....the traffic policeman....was found to be reduced to a clown... flourishing his hands in the air...to entertain the tensed people commuting through the tensed roads in the tensed traffic.....
at last....after a fairly long travel....which was a result of the driver's deliberation of increasing the time taken to reach the Centre...in order that he earns some extra bucks....we stood behind the massive Mall...flashing Globus, Maxx, Levi's, Crossword, Spykar, Reymonds....blah blah blah....as if to curtain off the disdain of all the people on the roads...witnessed during the journey....in the Mall....were the elite...with neatly pressed clothes...groomed face..and all other appendices.....the malls rake in huge amount of money....from the top of the Indian pyramid...and the media proudly announces that India is shining...!!! 
lets not forget....that without the bottom of the pyramid...the top ceases to exist...without the rickshaw...and its driver...and the people who facilitated this journey...the City Centre would suffer a loss of Rs. 1000.....and this is just one drop in the ocean....and ocean exists because there is hard ground supporting it....  

Saturday, August 7, 2010

"Internship"

hieee...!!! m at hyderabad....since the day before yesterday....basically for holidaying with sis....but it has turned out to be yet another internship...this time at the Hyderabad Centre of Cleft Children International.....(i prefer this to the Hyderabad Cleft Society or G.S.R. Institute of Facial Plastic Surgery...)...its a wholly new experience...its fantastic....so many new things to learn...so much sagacity to gain....i'll be here for around 15 days.....but whats there in the name....i wanna get the tag of having interned at an INTERNATIONAL firm.....so CCI is mine....not GSR or HCS...but a rose is a rose is a rose....!!! but what if a fierce competition is going on to prove that the flower in your hand is a rose...to headstrong judges....and the obstinate society.....and if you fail to prove....you are doomed to be possessing nothing better than the thorns, twigs and stones....! what is the use of you knowing the beauty and the uniqueness of the rose you possess...? your failure to market your rose as a rose....makes a mere stone pelter....not at others...but at yourself...so is marketing everything...? why do you have to prove to someone that your flower is a rose...? you know its a rose....u have experienced its aroma...its delicateness....its divine aura....so why bother about others...? but is this mind set practical..? man is a social animal...its his inherent urge to be accepted by the society he lives in...so...mere possession of a gem is not important..... marketing plays an astoundingly important role...at least in the present era...marketing earns huge turn overs....big bucks....even if the quality doesn't deserve it...but false marketing is unethical....so...CCI=HCS=GSR... when the beneficiaries at Hyderabad are concerned.... so it isn't immoral if i market my internship firm as the CCI....and HCS & GSR do have places at CCI....they are not separate...though they are in reality...hurray...!!! verbattle concluded...!! one last accomplishment remaining....putting the ball right into the basket...obtaining license...
                                                                          to be continued.....BOUNDARYLESS...

Friday, August 6, 2010

A rejuvenated ME...!!!

Hello Breathing Bodies..!!! How many micro grams of Oxygen have you been pumping in, per breath these days.....?? Have you been LIVING through each of your breaths...?? which sustain you....for your entire life...Or are you just BREATHING through 'em coz u have no other go...?? I am not into preaching you....m into seeing I in YOU....coz somewhere...all of us have stopped LIVING life....busy with stock market bulls and bears....with inflations and deflations....with lay-offs and pink slips....where are WE....??? Where are HUMANS...???
    i have had this enlightenment of sorts (Touchwood..!!) due to my summer internship at an NGO at Dharwad (a dist. place in North Karnataka)...it rejuvenated ME...I FOUND MYSELF....!!! LIVING MY LIFE...!!! TRYING TO MAKE PEACE WITH MY WARRING SELF...!!! trying to be MYSELF and only MYSELF...Hats offfffffff to Vidya Poshak....an NGO.....which aids the meritorious poor financially.....it has aided me......a "spirit"orious indigent......morally.....i have....at the end of my first internship...A rejuvenated ME..!!! AMEN.

Pranusha....??!!!

Hey everyone...!!! this is my first blog...and am quite happy about it....since its my FIRST encounter with the netizens, i wanna acquaint myself with Pranusha...Pranusha is my home....named by my parents...my revered creators....she is a girl....m happy about it...her vision is defective.....it has blurred mine.....sometimes though....now...i give a damn to it..."Pranusha" roughly translates to "the first rays of the Sun"...i feel proud to have such a cozy home....full of tumultuous tribulations...never at calm...never at ease.....never ever content with the present.....lesser....with the past....i am often infatuated that I am Pranusha....the truth is....i am something more than her....she has been...and is being swayed by the winds of mass hysteria (dad's invaluable contribution to the pile of catchy phrases her mind possesses...)...she very well understands this....soon to be carried away by another blow of wind....life is windy....very often hurricanes shock the liver....often cyclones too...m at calm....at tranquility always....but my peace becomes non-existent in the chaos of the Universe...both the outer and inner....it becomes modicum...as far the "more important things" like the societal acceptance of "Pranusha"....at least as of now....are concerned....i am forever her dear friend....like Bindiya...a point.....within which there is nothing...and without which...there is nothing....