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, December 31, 2010

2010...

The year saw a great professional success at Trivandrum....made me realize the value of dedication and hard work...made me realize i am worth a fortune..provided i exert myself into work...den...as if to balance dis came d big bad bouncer of a heart break...changed me completely...i can never again be the same person as I was before...! I thank God for that..! I love being the new me...:) My life changed at Vidya Poshak...wherefrom I chose to grow where I was planted...I chose to walk on the path which was meant for me...And now, I am happier than ever before...I then met great loving caring people...to whom I forever remain obliged for having made this year an unforgettable one..!! I love u all, beautiful people...u just rock..!! Studies, I should say, took a back seat this semester...But I do not regret it...I feel it was needed...It was needed to ensure that all the upcoming semesters would be gloriously lively, all the upcoming moments of my life would be filled with infinite joy and serenity..! This year brought me in close association with Love, the all lovely..! I understood what is love and what is not. I understood maturity..I understood the crux of life...I understood myself...I understood God...fell in love with people...and am enjoying every bit of it...
The year was stupendously fantabulous..!! I profusely thank God for having made it one..!! I thank the people who have made me go crazy about them..!!
I thank good Heavens for showering such invaluable sagacity on me..!!
I loved 2010..!!
Loved it to the core..!!
Alhamdulilah...!

Monday, December 13, 2010

Love...As I see It...

That which makes you feel weak is not Love.
That which makes you feel you are being crushed to earth is not Love.
That which makes you pity on yourself and brings tears in your eyes is not Love.
Love is when you feel the person with you and you very well know he/she too, feels you by their side.
Love is when neither of you see each other as different from one another and express the deepest and the darkest feelings of your heart without a tinge of hesitation.
Love is when both of you know how much you miss each other when not together and when this very fact makes you love deeper and as selflessly as ever.
And above all, Love is when he/she knows that your Love is selfless but by no means lets you feel selfless!
All else, kindred souls, is a shitty crap drain caused on us when our Self, our Ego, is hurt.
May this talisman find an ardent taker in its reader.
Amen.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

The Show Stoppers...

Our life is an endless cycle of chains of ramp walks...The designers keep changing...Our clothes keep changing...the venues keep changing...the audience keeps changing...but we, remain ourselves...though a bit bruised here and tattered there due to fashion faux pas, we sustain till the end and emerge "successful models"...sometimes we don the crown of being a show stopper, and sometimes we ourselves bestow this cherished position to someone else...though everyone on the ramp will have been our dearies and nearies, in the end, there emerges only one Show Stopper, for whose glimpse we keep dying for...the show stopper not only steals our very own show from us, but, mind you, as the name goes, stops it...The show was for us...the ramp was for us...why then heed to the glamorous show stopper...? Instead, why not enjoy us being in the limelight..? Why not fulfill our deemed responsibilities..?
Let us rock the Show...Let us blaze the ramp...Let us be Show Stoppers all to ourselves and not get overwhelmed by the paparazzi and glitterati...
Long live Haute Couture...!
Amen.

My maiden Elocution...verbatim...

 JUDICIAL ACTIVISM
Respected Judges, Teachers, Guests, and my dear Friends, A Very Good Morning to all of you...Today, I stand before you to speak on the topic "Judicial Activism"...
For a Mind as free as the Ocean,
Imagination as limitless as the sky
Heart as wild as the wind, and
Spirit as unshakable as the Earth....
.....Judicial Activism most aptly seems to be the ultimate panacea in bringing back a vibrant democracy, resplendent with justice, liberty, equality and fraternity. A judge without judicial activism is like a flower without color and fragrance and like a vehicle without fuel and wheels. Their Lordships are vested with the Divine task of breathing in fresh air into the organic document called the Constitution, thus creating a bulwark of the modern day state.
Ever since the pinnacle of judicial activism in India was reached in the Kesavananda Bharati, there has been no looking back. Deriving its plenary powers from Arts. 13, 32, 141, 142, 226 and 227 of the Constitution of India, the Supreme Court has wielded its magic wand of justice countless number of times, with great alacrity.
Be it the Sunil Batra case, which heralded the whole new doctrine of Epistolary Jurisdiction; or be it the Hussainara Khatoon case, which took shape as a result of the Court’s attention to a series of newspaper articles highlighting the deplorable plight of under trial prisoners; be it the Olga Tellis case, wherein a journalist asserted the rights of the pavement dwellers of Bombay; or be it the Sheela Barse case, wherein again, a journalist was found vehemently championing the cause of women prisoners; our jubilant judiciary is being virtually seen as the sentinel on the qui vive, safeguarding the mandate of democratic constitutionalism, as also preserving the holiness of the Golden Triangle of the Preamble, the Fundamental Rights and the Directive Principles of our Constitution. It is hearty to see that, the hapless prisoner, the neglected child, the destitute woman, the bonded labor, the pavement dweller, the butcher…all of these have finally found the light under the Constitutional sun. The liberalization of locus standi has, Touch Wood, gotten us going towards the long cherished dream of a socialistic society.
Standing true to Montesquieu’s theory of Separation of Powers mandating a system of checks and balances among the 3 pillars of democracy, the Indian judiciary has mobilized several statutory amendments; prominent among them being the insertion of Article 21A into the Constitution as a result of the Unnikrishnan judgement and the exhaustive amendments made to the Criminal Procedure Code as a result of several pronouncements according criminal justice to women, including the case of Rajkumari v. SHO, Noida. Not to mention the development of Environmental Jurisprudence, which wholly and solely rests on the prop of Judicial Activism.
Not only India, but also the United States has experienced the magic of Judicial Activism. Starting with its approval in Marbury v. Madison, the USA has seen many cases of the like Brown v. Board of Education and Griswold v. Connecticut, wherein the judiciary blazed through hitherto untrodden paths to create indelible world histories.
But Friends, let us not be at a loss to comprehend Cardozo when he declares, “The great tides and currents that engulf the rest of the men do not turn aside in their course and pass the judges by.” Analogies are umpteen, portraying many a Judge falling prey to showmanship, extremism, adventurism and overreach. Black sheep in the justice administration system are many, and pitfalls numerous. A telling need of judicial restraint is being sensed never before so extremely. The cases of Jharkhand Assembly and Bandhua Mukti Morcha clearly portray how judiciary, at times has let itself slip into the shoes of the Executive. The Dreyfus Affair in France, the Dredd Scott Trial in the USA and the Trial of Seven Bishops in England unequivocally establish the hard truth that, after all, Judges too are erring human beings. Also, many a judgment these days is seen mirroring the economic policies of the executive.
So, what is the solution? Should judicial activism be once and for all banished from the legal artillery? Or should judicial restraint find itself deeply entrenched into the jurisprudential system? The answer to both of these questions is a big, loud, emphatic NO.
What we quintessentially need at this point in time, is a Golden Mean of judicial activism, which arrests ersatz showmanship, but at the same time, does not fall back on according for a warm red carpet welcome to a judicious exercise of judicial activism.
Comrades, let us march forward, with panache and ├ęclat, towards the great dream of humanity – that of creating a just and peaceful world. Let us bow before our robed brethren, for their genuine concern towards humanity. Let us salute those citadels of Justice, which have flung open the doors of the courts to the lowliest, least and the last.
Amen.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

I know not why...

I know not why...things do not seem to be as they were before....I know not why..I do not seem to be as I was as a child...Ever since I have been reading Paulo Coelho...Life has thrown open new dimensions to be explored...new meanings to be groped for..The writer has made such an indelible imprint on my heart...that I feel I am the protagonist...I feel what he feels...I experience the thoughts he describes...I feel I undergo all the trials and tribulations life bestows upon him..as the plot unfolds...The novels written by him do not seem to be just paper back issues printed and reprinted by the publisher to make quick bucks...The writer does not seem to have written the books just for the heck of it...They mirror my life to me...I confront the problems and wait for the due courses to unfold themselves, with baited breath and rapt attention...After, alas, the end marks its glorious beginning, I still linger in the streets where the protagonist has had accidents, has had conversations with business partners and friends, has had attended parties...I linger in the pizzerias of Paris and sand dunes of Kazakhstan..feeling to the bottom of my heart, every molecule of the cold breeze flowing across the lively desert....I feel the rhythm of the heart beats of the tribes and clans of the deserts - their mysticism and occultism...Their faith in the Divine Energy of the Lady...
All this, I try to reflect on the sultry busy-till-infinity Highway near my home...my room full of books and more books...the Internet, my blog...my ambitions and dreams as regards my future...my parents, sister, colleagues and classmates..the groupisms...the battle that happens between my classmates and I, with perfectly pleasing smiles on our faces as our sole weapons...the war we are constantly waging against each other...with a flawless showmanship of concern and solidarity towards each other....How different are the two worlds...!! Or are the two worlds really different..? Will these people..whom I loathe...and due to this sole reason why they listlessly occupy a lot of my mind, sitting beside the entrenched mirages of the dunes of Kazakhstan and confronting, there too, eye to eye, in discerning the Byzantine situation, have ever gone through what I am going through..? If yes, why are not they imbibing at least a bit of this blissful experience? If No, why not? Why doesn't God what them to understand Him? Now...let me not hurl the cynic's bin...(Amen).
Not to mention, at this juncture, how Nani cozily comes into picture with his astounding memory and jaw dropping intellect...constantly coaxing me to reach ever greater heights..and to keep forever defeating myself and for eternity to keep succeeding for myself....
Then I behold the grand entry of the untimely unwanted asides and excesses of the helpless rains...totally uncalled for...
All this conundrum seems to be pointless...nothing within...but, fortunately or unfortunately, nothing without too...The whole ring of concentric circles with the Kazakhstan desert, calm, composed and collected,resting at the center of the Circumpunct...beckons me to its bosom...forever to rest there at peace and tranquility... The mystical and spiritual world Paulo has created for me stays with me day in and day out...
The passionate writer he portrays in his magical works solicits the one in me and the meeting of the twain becomes irresistible... Now is 2.15.am...that dark deep hour in the night when all sane rest in their dreams...but the passionate Zahir in me...keeps me from sleeping...or for that matter stuffing myself with facts about Indian Economy, its development, Cost Accounting, and the like...But the same averse feeling does not exist towards Law...because, intuitively though I say this, it is governed by a Higher Law... and my Zahir is It's synonym...
(The magic Paulo creates in my world does not at all die...In fact, the inspiration of working late in the nights is drawn from him and him alone...)
The kind of spiritual feeling it gives...as if I am feeling the transcendental meeting of the "Tribe"going on...is impeccable....The whistle of the train does not die down the voices and signs of the Lady...The apotheosis of a bright new morn always lingers behind this state of trance...perhaps, this time, I know why...
This arduous process of reconciliation between the "dream world" and the "real world" is by no means a cake walk...I should stop being myself...in order that my Soul feels the change creeping into the very core of it...Even as I write this, it feels I am in an endless tryst with myself, and myself being the writer...world famous,  and Divinely Spiritual...I feel a clear and eager stream of happiness flowing into me...
I know not whence...I know not whereto...
What I know is just this - I know not why...
I know not why...

Friday, December 10, 2010

The Zahir...

Just sometime back finished listening to "The Zahir" by Paulo Coelho...It made me a still greater fan of his...He commands no less than a lifelong ode to the way he tenderly and boldly arrests every tiny thought of human mind..and how he spreads them across the silky carpet of imagination, to let it fly and fly as if by Genie's magic mantra...Reading the book made me realize how important having a Zahir in my life can be...and further how helpful it can be if this Zahir is my cherished dream I want to realize....how important it is to love only after understanding its true meaning...and how crucial it is to realize that love does not exist to expect itself in return... It made me realize how people now-a-days are hiding behind the false cloak of love to satisfy their lustful desires and how they are "suffering" without realizing they had never loved their "beloved" and had ever thought that they could well be in possession of the mind, body and soul of their partner..It made me realize that Love is everywhere...we just need to have powerful enough an eyesight, and most importantly, the mind sight to feel and enjoy it..Love is the Divine Energy through which God manifests Himself in every nook and corner of this world...Love is that Power which helps us realize to the fullest, the true Spirits that we are...Love wants it to be recognized as has been created by God..and not as has been twisted and turned according to hte whims and fancies of the lesser mortals, getting lost in their self created labyrinth...Love wants Zahir to be visible to every beating heart...and Zahir to be loving every creation of God...Love wants itself to be the Zahir...and Zahir..the man...and thus God Himself...
Amen.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

I at Eighteen...

It has been 18 long years since I have been born...I was born soon after the Government of India announced its New Industrial Policy...Soon after LPG became the new governmental mantra for my Nation...I was born in the wake of a new technological revolution...A sweeping change was witnessing India - which stood, and still stands, feeling lost...tired...unable to comprehend what is going on...Brought up amidst values of truth, honesty, kindness and respect for elders, i now stand at the vantage point of eighteen...Beholding the glorious vistas life has thrown upon me...Every day of these years has been a new chapter, I knowing not its title and content, opening up to wondrous surprises and sagacity...Every page of the book so vibrant with life; be it filled to the brim with sadness, or bubbling with happiness, full with life, through thick and thin...I feel very blissful, and get shifted to a trance when I ardently thank God for all He has given me...For all the privileges and love He has bestowed upon me...and above all, for making me capable enough to achieve what I dream of...This eighteenth year of my sojourn into Life has been contented with itself....no matter how many tempests it has had to experience, the salty tears taste very sweet, once they dry... I have started knowing about myself..the kind of person I am...the kind of temperament I have...and the kind of disposition I possess...Though tumultuous, I have enjoyed the pregnant wisdom every modicum of moment my years have possessed...I forever remain humbly obliged to God for having given me this birth...for having letting me drown into His realm of transcendental experiences of happiness...for having given me an opportunity to "feel" what being a human being feels like...what it feels like in letting myself watch beautiful thoughts fly across the vacuum of my mind...what it feels like to smile...and cry...and laugh and make merry...what it feels like to "live"...and above all, what it feels like to "FEEL"..!! 

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

The Untimely Rain...

Today marks yet another step ahead in creating awareness about HIV/AIDS....As FPAI volunteers, we experience a greater sense of responsibility of carrying forward the legacy of educating the masses not only regarding sexual and reproductive health but also regarding the problems relating to adolescents...In this line, we enacted a street play at the Law School...Though not flawless, it was a great experience...Later, was the screening of the movie - The Unwanted Rain... I dedicate this blog post to the theme of the movie - adolescent issues and contraction of AIDS...the movie embarked upon shunning off the long held parasitic superstitions of the society which reprimands natural attraction towards the opposite sex...it showcased a mother assuring her daughter that she would not be yelling at her if she spoke about her new found crush...it made the conservatives just stop for a second and understand that Nature cannot be defied...Teenagers are not irresponsible...Floozies are humans with emotions...And their clients are hapless victims of Nature...One analogy which has made an indelible imprint in my heart is - If an extremely hungry person eats some food which turns out to be poisoned, will he be tagged a criminal?
Will rains...which are no less than God to the peasantry..be despised and deprecated just because they are untimely? Will the parched Earth reprimand Mother Nature? Can the rains be unwanted in any time of the peasant's life..?
Nature's intelligence is unmatchable...Attraction is as natural as rain...It is not unwanted...But people tend to showcase it as unwanted by misusing or over using it...Similar to a knife..which has dual purposes..
Let us respect Nature..Let us rever God....as He has created us...!
Amen.

The Blind Man...

The cemented road was lit up by bright sunlight...The Sun shone extra scorchingly...as if mirroring the burning glitch of Mother Earth...Drowned in a labyrinthine shoal of thoughts gushing into my mind, as is usual, I walked along the sultry road...after an enlightening discourse on Judicial Activism at the Library...The Highway was glimming with the beam of busy vehicles..running errand...In came a bus..and I beheld a blind man, very carefully getting off it...He was calm and collected...After taking a modicum of help from the conductor of the bus in climbing down the small fleet of stairs, he sensed I standing at the bus stop...I stood there....Staring at him...trying to figure out whether he was really blind...he said, "Excuse me.."...My low reply was rarely audible to him...I made myself reasonably audible and spoke out, "Yes Sir..."..trying to be as polite as was possible...He asked me whether I could help him cross the road...He had to go to the Blind's School at Navanagar but had been led till RTO by the bus...Yet he was at ease...Not a bit listless...not yelling a word at the conductor....in spite of his false proclamations that he had been gotten down at the right stop...
I held out my hand into his, led him to the other side...feeling Divinely happy and blissful... He thanked me...
I forgot to thank him...for having proven my apprehensions right....Was he really blind..?? His eyes were blind but he was not...His cynical mind was blind to the faults of others..but not his mindful mind, to the beauty of others...His deep entrenched self-confidence - which I sensed by the way he approached me - was blind to his eyes...His mind was blind to the darkness his eyes were showing him...But he was not blind...I came to realize that he was one of the most enlightened men i have ever met in my life... On my way home, I was left praying to God to bless him with all the bliss and happiness...I was left questioning to myself, why, at times I felt I am non-existent...My life is meaningless...for the silliest of the silly reasons...I was left pondering over the thought that...how could a man, who had breathed life into the monotonous end of the day of an average teen, be blind...
Indeed, he was not blind..!! I thank him, from the bottom of my heart, for getting me out of the blindness towards God..!! Blindness towards Nature..!!