Predict!!! WHAT ???

Once again I felt it, previously I wrote my experience of beautiful night I witnessed from my rooftop, this time it is not so beautiful scenario, a “syndicate of situations” which I’ve resisted to digest (perfectly digested now). I still wonder how the geniuses have formulated theories that would often predict the certainty of an even to occur.

Considering “mutually exclusive” and “mutually inclusive” (I hope I’m not speaking too much of mathematics, even I’m scared of it) terms as we see in prediction theories, I’ve learnt things, things that to some extent made my decisions to hit bull’s eye (I mean not “the bull’s eye”) and still I feel I miss something, like, why an even is governed by more than one propellant.

Ah, another thought hit me just now!!

If occurrence of an event is governed by more than one propellant, then the likelihood of the predicted event will change in the direction to satisfy the strongest propellant (I know I’m speaking gibberish to most of you.), then is there a predefined strong propellant for an event to occur? If there is one, how good are we to identify it? And manipulate it for larger good.

That’s deviation from my actual talk of “events and propellants” but a worthy deviation (about end results).

Should I allow more of thought to infiltrate this page?? Naaa I’ll stop it here . . . an abrupt end for now!

Fears, My Fears

If at all I’m scared, I’m scared of night.
Monsters in the closet, underneath my bed scare me.
I hate the waltz of my dreams and nightmares.
I cover myself from head to toe.
It’s darker now but felt a sense of secureness.
I wait for the morning; I wait for sun to rise.
Tears roll down one, two, and three.
Like a helpless child I try to fight my fears!
It’s a rare understanding,
fears are imagined things.
But I imagine things,
both good and bad alike.
For we are infinitesimally small,
and always depend on HIM!

.....I Found My Bag

I had it again, the dream I see every now and then. Usually I remember non of them but this one is different, woke up with confusion, thought through out the day. The theme is same but not the location, I knew all the people but non of them spoke. I went around searching, climbed above hills and jumped from one building to other! I was searching for my back pack, and there I found it, finally! Fully packed, bulged out lying atop the building I just jumped on to.

Abrupt end!!!

I had it again, the dream I see every now and then. Usually I remember non of them but this one is different, woke up with confusion, thought through out the day. The theme is same but not the location, I knew non of the people but all of them spoke. I was in a train this time, I forgot the back pack and got down in a station. I realised my mistake only when the train caught its speed. I was dumb struck! I was dumb struck again when I found it lying before me.

I realised ... It was a dream!

These were like saas-bahu soaps, which never end and which never make any sense and so I wanted to know their meaning(if at all they mean anything). I went around, met the techies, the spiritual gurus and the philosophers. Each one had their opinion;

techies "dude you are obsessed with your back pack" ;

spiritual gurus - what they said never went into my skull.

and the philosophers - not satisfied with their answer.

Three different opinions about same incident!

WEIRD!

Indeed it is.

Mind and Heart/Intellectual and Values

It is one year since I’ve been trying to swim the tide. I never liked it or will ever but the more I penetrate into this, the more vivid it is to me, the methods employed, styles involved and hypes that rule. I don’t know whether it is same, in every part of the country or for that matter in my own state. But scenario is not pleasant. Being involved in various activities of a school, for the first time I had an insight into the rabbit hole.

Cheerful childhood is lost; dreaming of butterflies and chasing dragonflies is no more. There is nobody to regret the loss. Not even the Mom or the Dad of every child under the stress of a 30 year old. Where are we heading with over-balanced mark-sheets of very little use and quite often no so realized. Fuel to fire – corporate schools induced rat race for marks; victim – childhood!

Parroting (in the dungeons) is one of the methods employed in the race; defeating the purpose of a school. Very few started realizing what happens when parrots land in new land requiring more than just parroting (talk with metaphor is what I’m good at). Still there is a long way to go; mostly to unrealized lot under the illusion of over-balanced mark list. What good is an education when education is not intellectual based fortified with values that cater the needs of both mind and heart.

Every educational institution has its role to play in molding little lives. More than just as a business entity, it should embrace welfare of each child and in turn the society. “Make hay while sun shines” is a prove verb definitely not applicable to educational institutions, at least to higher secondary private schools, while this hold good enough to any other activity. We being one of the youngest developing countries, times are ripe for correct orientation of schools – intellectually based education for mind and value based education for heart (You Can Win – Shiv Khera ).

Though not an expert with 12 months of experience, I think I have the right to speak my thoughts.

For now … signing off with heavy thoughts.

Get Obsessive ... for a Change

One of the very few things that I enjoy doing is driving … especially long rides on my bike. Long rides were every week affair couple of years ago. Imaginative part of my brain gets activated with the ignition. Lines of thoughts flow through the circuitry and the irony, I can’t write while driving! I always tried to recollect and the result is not at all surprising. Down the lane for some unknown reason my driving and imagination got connected. I tried to understand this connection, which led me to “obsessive” introspection. I used the word “obsession” deliberately. The more I pondered over the more I learnt about myself and I still discover newness once in a while, even after a year or so of my obsession!

People get stuck with various obsessions, some are good (to put it vaguely, survival instincts) and some are annoying to everyone around the obsessive. Self obsession, obsession to introspect … I don’t know how I should classify … hmm it has a hint of survival instinct and is little away from annoying anyone… I think I can push this away from darkness of annoying obsessiveness and put in survival instincts (I’m good at backing myself).

I always wondered what thin line parts obsessiveness with survival instinct from the other. It took me awhile but I should say I’m partly successful in finding the thin line (“partly” because I’m trying to be modest). As a thumb rule “nobody bothers you unless you bother them” … considering this you will be happy with your obsession as long as you indulge in yourself. Now coming to the part of survival instincts, it is left to your own discretion whether your obsession has anything to do with survival (if not, better not be an annoying one).

Whatever the obsession is or one is obsessed to, will always seek an end … I mean a result. As it is always said a positive beginning will always have a positive ending, an obsession with a positive thought and positive work force will seek a good end. A word (may be a, sentence) of caution; what is good to you may not be a good to others but what is good to large group of people is always good to everyone.

So, get obsessed … POSITIVELY!

Plato Quotes

Few minutes ago I' happened read Plato Quotes right at bottom of the page "Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something." I wonder, why he said this!!