Tuesday, November 2, 2010

THIRD NOTE OF LIFE

Nihilism is transgression of all religious and moral tenets. While a recidivist can be testament to a perfect nihilist, sometimes we ,the common people , can touch its boundaries. With cursory glance it may seem iffy to find real culprit behind such idiosyncratic life style, a more delving look at the sea of emotions encompassing a person provides us a clue. And these emotions can be traced down to a life, if regarded as a song, producing music whose notes are not perfectly placed. Can there be a way to have hegemony over life’s harrowing experiences and have a hedonistic approach? To find the answer let’s have a vis-à-vis look of life with notes of song.

No matter what the state of our mind is , a song with seven notes produces an effect and directs us towards happiness. We just feel good about it. While these notes were not discovered overnight, some predict existence of another 8th note which when discovered may rejig  all seven notes. And when this eighth note is used with modified seven notes in a song may produce an effect that has potential power to hypnotize a mind. And a hypnotized mind will shed all earthly feelings only to experience certain inexplicable but transient bliss. Remember bliss is something that disdains happiness which is an earthly feeling.

Now let’s change gear to see life as a combination notes. The first note, a professional life , can have chess as a microcosm of it where each player has certain rules . These rules go in different ways but forged only to direct all towards common goal that is victory. But here our note is very much busy to fulfill a common goal foreseen by others including us and to provide security to our very existence. 

Second note can be attributed to personal life where we live, take responsibilities of our families and friends, fulfill their expectations. We hope and pray, admire and love. In short ,this note is sung only in conformity with social moral standards and ethos which make sure we thrive in a mollycoddled world.

And this way we shuffle, juggle these two notes to make life a melody. And when we fail to strike a perfect balance between them it becomes a noise. There comes all motley of emotions I referred earlier.Anger,frustration, disappointment,occasional desire to haunt happiness, smile and love. And finally we make a mesh of it and forget what really we want to do which is essentially third note. We become so much engrossed with these two facets of life that we renunciate and forget. We compromise to survive at the cost of living.

This third note, corresponding to eighth note of a song, remains undiscovered, unattended and after years it dies down and vanishes. Unlike first two notes this is the note that actually defines what a person yearns to do alone for himself , what he dreams for himself and what satisfies him. The impetus behind rekindling this note can be obtained from popular maxim:”KABHI TO APNE LIYE JIO YAAR”. You want to paint without caring when night goes and day comes go ahead and paint. You want to be a musician, a scientist who formulates mathematical equation, a social servant, a poet or a dancer, an orator or a dramatist just pursue it.  If one wants to run in a sea shore by spreading his hand to mimic the trajectory of a migratory bird by gyrating and somersaulting like it and only to rise and punch in the empty sky that is third note for him.

And if discovered third note is mixed and played with other two in unison may make life a mellifluous song which may send us to a scrumptious trance. Who knows that may herald an eon which Scotchs pursuit of happiness and kick starts tryst with bliss.  

                                                                      Written by,
                                                                     Dhananjay

TIME FOR TOUGH MEASURES

Euthanasia seems to be choice of Pakistan. Even the court of international laws strongly refutes slightest whiff of Euthanasia, but Pakistan with its contorted view has not only changed the definition of it but also strongly pursuing it. As Condoliza Rice puts it: Pakistan is going to be consumed by terrorism that it supports. Means : Self death. 

Dwelling on recent terrorist attacks carried by Pakistan will be very blasé. As our electronic media and print media has gone at great length to show the repercussions of  these attacks, nature of attack and those involved and their motives behind it . After garnering support from all countries India has not only shown its sagacity in dealing with the crisis but also has given its neighboring state a great chance to do introspection. What followed was half hearted confession, some times defiant denial from Pakistan. 

Going by the status quo , it leaves no doubt in the mind that relationship between both countries is at its nadir. All efforts towards building confidence and trust between two countries over the years seem to have gone in vain. In short unfortunately we are back to square one. 

Now what should be approach of both countries needs to be debated. In the event of death anniversary of benezir bhutoo , president Zardari confessed: we ourselves have problem; We ourselves have a cancer. Mere confession does not really address the problem. Deeply rooted nexus between Pakistani intelligence and military establishments ; internal co-operation between Non-state actors and State actors; multi power centers namely Pakistan military, government and religious extremists are some of the many tentacles this cancer has. Open admission by Pakistan president in the event of war was that its government may lose power to some Taliban like power center which is sufficient to bring instability in south Asia.  With Pakistani government promising to solve its problem by itself but simultaneously blatant refusal to accept Mumbai attack blame questions very basis fundamentals of Pakistani interest to set its house in order.

Now international community can not simply turn a blind eye . Admonishing incompetent government may not produce enough result as its hands are tied . What needs to be done is incising the cancer by so called NATO doctors. Severing links between ISI , terrorists; smashing all training camps by air strike and capturing all most wanted are some of the immediate measures . Some help to develop economy may act as stimulus to over all development of the country which can deter its citizens from going in a wrong path. 

Better relationship with its neighbour and rest of the world can improve its tarnished image and make it a responsible and sensible country in the world.


                                                              Written By

                                                               Dhananjay Mohapatra

Taare Zameen Par

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Mysore Infy days

It was Sunday. Rise of sun that day did not just mark beginning of another day, it marked a phase of life to be cherished for next four and half months, it marked a phase to be vouched through out our life as one of the most exciting phase as well as a phase that is always missed. Yes it is not just anotherSunday, it was 16th dec2007. with some of us already arrived inside campus taken by golf carts; some of us still lined for an entry into gate peeping into campus and some of us still in train or flight longing for early arrival. Some of us got accommodation in hostels and some of us were reluctantly taken to the hotels outside campus. But one thing that was in everybody’s mind was that life promises to be different this time. 

                                                           With just one day after that what followed was history. Induction in multiplex, food courts, cycles, movies, new friends, table tennis to swimming, snooker to rock climbing, late night studies to late night time pass, mainframe , java ,.net to PED, rock shows. From  GEC to ILI, GAZIBO to birthday parties, taree zamin par to tashann .Hectic post projects to compree.  It just rocked.

                                                           Time to be nostalgic about days in mysore infy. 

                                                                    Written by,

                                                                    Dhananjay mohapatra

when love is pure,it is abstract

walking alone along the bank of a lake
saw the reflection of a very cute face......

neither it smiled when i smiled
nor it teased when i teased...

knelt down to see it close
who the face in silent pose....

disappeared when i blinked my eyes
oh is that my love in my eyes...

as i felt very love sick
took my hand to touch her cheek....

oh my eyes blurred with tears
lost the reflection of my dear....
 
there she becomes a very cold breeze
bringing my tear stream to a freeze...

holding my hand for the pleasure sake
walked again together along the lake...

                                                                  Written by
                                                                  Dhananjay Mohapatra