You can have it till you don't think you have it.

You lose your right as you use it.

It is kind of paradox, that you can do something only till you don’t do it.

People accuse of others for behaving or doing something in a certain way.

Like Bohr did, he makes some assumptions to postulate a theory. Let us assume A doesn't not approve or like B, behaving in Y manner.

But as soon as A accuse B, A becomes equal to B. So, A=B. B is choosing to behave in a certain way Y, but as soon as A accuse B, and supports other way of behavior; let way of behaving supported by A be X.

Now, as A supports X, A is making a choice. B is also making a choice to behave in Y manner.

If both A and B are making their own choices, A=B. So, if A is like B only, what right A have to accuse or criticize B.

I am not too sure of usage of my word, probably accuse can be replaced by criticize. Also, i am not sure of comprehensibility of whatever I've written above. 

I will take one more example.

Like if a person says someone else to be close minded, then he himself is close minded. Because open minded person should be able to accept others as they are. 

I don't think I've put it up nicely, but still I like fragility of this; to have it, to preserve it, but to lose it as you use it.

Soul of machine

Soul to me is something you don’t see. For something’s, some functions we don’t know how it happens, we just know that it happens and we know the output.

For example, we don’t know which energy in our body makes our heart beat, our bodies grow. We just know that some life force is present in our body at time of birth, which goes out one day. We can call it soul.

Now, let us see how we have created the soul for machines. In computers there is a concept of encapsulation or hiding. Computers usually have 2-3 layers, like first operating system then application software. The application software doesn't know the exact and all working of OS, it just knows input/output combination.

Since the end user who interacts with computer is just interacting with final layer and doesn't see the all working of computer, from his reference point the computer has a soul. Because he don’t understand or see how things works. He just knows that there is some OS which works, carries and stores my data in form of binary.

So, as every machine has a major portion of working style hidden from us, it many times behaves in unexpected way, which our beyond our comprehension. Just like human souls expect unexpected from machines also, as they have develop their own soul.

One horse, many monkeys and few bottles

In darkness of night, a man covering his face was sitting on horse. The horse was stalled by people dancing in front of him, to loud music and bright lights. It looked like horse was observing the human creatures jumping and bumping, and showing its close connection with monkeys.

Mr. Roller, friend of groom who for some reason was put up on horse, has put on display why he is named Roller. The dancers were all born dancers, it was evident from way the dance space was utilized without hurting anyone, such natural co-ordination, and exchange of partners would have been any choreographer’s dream.

The formula for such work of art was little far from venue of display. Mr. Roller, sensing the slip of rhythm made a deft exit from stage towards one more dose of magic formula. Such was his rhythm on tune that no one must have noticed that he made a signal to his friend Mr. Weed, for a recharge break.  It was in a car parked some 50 meters away from holy celebration of marriage. With dropping sweat a loud grunt came of his mouth when he found the car gate to be locked.

‘Damn lock. Now who has the keys?’

‘Ah! Check your pocket’.

Rumbling in his pockets, finally he got something other than his own body.

‘Yeah, got it. Must by, Peter I told him not to lock’.

‘Damn, key is not turning’.

‘Ah! Give it me. You are drunk’.

 ‘Click’, as key turned and gate opened, light turned on both inside the car and in eyes of gentlemen.

‘Where is it? What the hell. This must be Peter, he had it all.’

‘Oh, shit.’

‘Start it now. We will get some more’.

‘Come lets got’.

‘I know one nearby; it will take just 15 minutes’.

As car start on high, getting in par with high state of two gentlemen; little far away couple of people wave, shouted and ran. But they were not high enough to get in par with car.

Within 5 minutes, both were walking out with 10 bottles in 4 hands and smile of infinite length on each face. Though their eyes spotted the person in police uniform nearby, but ignored it as normal circumstances at this time of night and place.

As Mr. Roller put the bottles in car, he picked by collar and put back by the inspector of bulging body. The face he saw was broader than his view, and eyes so intimidating that what seemed unstoppable energy some 10 minutes before, get into knees and seeped to earth.

‘You drunkard, look at your dare, you stole and came here to buy more’.

As Mr. Roller opened his mouth, sound of thrashing came out his body with background sound of breaking bottles from Mr. Weed’s hands.

This was a different music than earlier dancing music, it acted as a lullaby. When music stopped and Mr. Roller opened his eyes, he out both of them in prison.

He took him sometime to realize, how the bottles were missing from car, how Weed has to put his ear to lock and open it with dexterity.

It has taken then one hour to come out with help of his lawyer and another one hour to make their minds to return to marriage. People must be searching for them and would ask so many questions, what if they already knew about the incident.

With face below neck and heart in stomach, they reached the place again. What they saw, hit them like a bullet breaking time boundaries. The scene was same as they left, may be shifted in space hardly 50 meters.

Astonishingly, they realized that power punch bottles in their car has hold fort of human monkeys in front of horse and groom. No one even, noticed that they were out for 2 hours.

No questions were asked. Only some hands again pulled them in battlefield with horse. Big relaxed smile on their face, had hidden their stiff body from everyone’s eyes, and again now hardly swaying a inch their body looks in perfect rhythm with music. Music went on, dance went on, bottles went on, everything went on except monk horse.

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·         Rhythm is happiness

Dance is rhythm. Seamless movement of mind from one thought to other is rhythm.

Jerk in movement breaks our rhythm. When we stop at any thought to judge it, categorize it; we break our rhythm.

·         To confront to harmony

Why we confront? When we take stand, we confront. Confrontation leads to tension.

Is confrontation, lack of harmony? If confrontation becomes static, if it does not expand our thinking, if it stops our interaction with our subject, then it is confrontation.

Otherwise, it is a block in process of maintaining harmony. Harmony needs to be maintained.

So, keep taking stand, keep working on confrontations, keep working on issues, keep moving towards harmony.

कुछ छोटे गुब्बारे

1.
Rama hare hare lehriya,
Mundiya te na jana jogiya,
Mera dil mere pass he reh gaya,
Tum aaye aur hans ke chal diye,
Mera dil behka behka reh gaya.

2.
To see that face, i've move left, right and center;
To see that face, i've slept open eyes;
To see that face, i've thought of every place;
To see that face, i've move day, night and noon.

3.
teri juftzu main tere kafile main...
mil jau aise jaise sagar main paani...
teri har khusi gam main ...
teri saaso main mujhe ko panah de aise ki main tere he sang hu...

4. ईश्वर इस कदर आपके साथ है,

की आपके हर खयाल को,

वो बुन रहा है।

5. मैं चाहता था तो कुछ कहना,

मैं चाहता था तो बहुत कुछ कहना।

पर इतना कुछ उमड़ रहा था,

इतने शब्द, इतने ख्याल,

लहरों की तरह,

एक दूसरे से टकराते,

एक दूसरे को तोड़ते,

नई लहरे, नए विचार बना रहे थे।

की न मेरी कलम, न मेरी उंगलियां,

न मेरे होठ, समन्वय बना पाए मेरे विचारो से।

अब बिना किसी रूप के, कुछ बोल के,

या तो मैं दुनिया मैं पागल बन जाता।

या इन लहरों को अंदर रख,

अंदर से पागल हो जाता।

इस सोच में ,

ना कोई मुझे समझ पाया,

ना मैं खुद से मिल पाया।

6.एक दिन ये भी छूट जायेगा,

जो पहले था वो भी छूट गया।

इसमें भी मन अपने को बहला लेता है,

जो पहले था उसमे भी कभी बहला लेता था।

जो आयेगा उसमे भी बहला लेगा,

फिर वो भी छूट जायेगा।

7.गुब्बारे होली के भरने में देर लगाते थे, और झट से फूट जाते थे। 

पर मन में कभी न आया की इतनी मेहनत कौन करे।

अब हर चीज में मोल भाव करते है,

की इतने के लिए इतना कौन करे।

और ज़माना हमे सयाना समझता है,

वो कहां देख पाते है, हमारे अंदर मारी हुई मासूमियत।

Majority-Minority

I got a call. One of my senior asked me something’s about my colleague. She was inquiring about prospective groom for her niece. She had some feedback that my friend is not social enough. I was kind of stuck, I never thought like that about my friend. It is true my friend does not go out to people and make friends easily. But he has few friends, few good friends. The question my mind framed is that is it necessary to have some minimum number of friends to be ‘normal social’ being. Does it affect your groom tag or domestic bliss?

I think marriages, arrange marriages, are social event. Now, how society judges you? Society is made up of us. For say, if you interact with some 10 peoples regularly or significantly. These 10 peoples make your society. Now if majority out of 10 likes you, you are liked by society.  

Part II. How these 10 people like you? Human beings judge others on their subjective discretion. If you good to me, spend time with me, appreciate me; probability of me liking you is high. So, acceptance by society is summation of subjective assessment.

This is leading to me other question. Is there anything good or bad? Or it depends only on whether you are in majority and minority? Just because you get along with 3 people out of 10, your circle becomes small, so I become bad. Why? You are labeled as negative just because you are in minority.    

So right and wrong depends, on who is the judge or jury. My though process is going to Einstein, Theory of Relativity. If it is a judge, it depends on his experience and philosophy. If it is a jury, it becomes majority- minority equation.

Majority-minority will always exist. I think what is required is to accommodate minority; to accommodate things, ideas which does not exist in your philosophy. To expand is to harmonize. 

1.
Aisle to window
I'm sitting on aisle seat
& looking at window.
A gal, we call chinki with love,
is looking down window.
Sun rays are shining on her golden hairs
& melting my heart.
I like the view from aisle
much better than window.

2.
Pain has bereft of energy to be angry;
lifelessness manifests as relaxed smile.

Creative Expression

This post is written with the aim of glorifying the word, ‘Backchodi’.

People usually use this word to disregard an opinion or a conversation. ‘Backchodi’ is an unrecognized art form. We would try to understand how ‘Buckchodi’ is an art form based on two characteristics: Creativeness; self-expression.

It is highly creative for simple reason that it defies logic or reason. It creates logic; it creates connection where none exist or none is generally perceived. It has qualities of both prose and poem. It drives its imagination; it drives its canvas, its play field from poem. In this canvas, this play field it expresses itself as prose.

It is highly cathartic as a mode of self-expression. When others take it as ‘Buckchodi’, one can easily get away without hurting others.

When thoughts with your own unique tint are expressed, one feels lighten and when one connects to outer world as his base identity rather than expected identity; it is elevating. Living in a world preserving your base identity gives you more to explore in yourself, though it doesn’t guarantees any acceptance. ‘Backchodi’ gives you full freedom to present as you perceive. Even if your perception is outright cynical: the creativity to create it and freedom to express it; is at par with any other art form.

‘Bagchodi’ is finding acceptance and popularity nowadays, by way of many television shows and stand-up comedian acts. Soon, we hope bakarchodi will get its due respect in our daily life also.