Being human

You are very scared of some things and not scared of somethings at all..
Does that make you a coward or does that make you brave.. ?
Conclusively you are neither.. you are just human...

You can think clearly sometimes and be completely foolish at other..
Does that make you intelligent or does it make you dumb..?
Conclusively you are neither.. you are just human...

I can write paragraphs, posing the same question, using different adjectives. However that's not the point.
My point is that what is human is inherently flawed-its eccentric, idiosyncratic, contradictory, incongruous, unbalanced, even repulsive and yet brilliant in some way. Our flaws make us human, we are the sum total of our imperfections..

The degree of our flaws determines the monstrosity or humantrosity(not even a word) of our nature. How cognizant we are of our flaws, how we accept them, how we challenge them, makes us human.I believe accepting our flaws is slightly easier than accepting the flaws of the people around us and living with them. Perhaps that's why god sold us the idea of love so that we could forgive him for his flawed creation and peacefully live with each other. There has never been a marketeer bigger than God and we humans are the perennial consumers!
I am pretty sure it is the Valentine's day effect that is making me talk about love and consumerism in the same breath. All the exhibitionism of love, sincerity of love, consumerism of love, tenderness of love, depravity of love, cynicism for love just froths up to the surface on this one day..

Somehow I end up writing a post every Valentine's day, this time its some arcane commentary about flawed humans and their flawed ways!

Taj-Stealing glances!

Everytime I will look at these pictures I will be reminded of how Taj trumped over college friendship! The plan was to meet the photographer before I left for States and instead she went to Agra. 

Moving beyond petty college fights.. and in the spirit of V-day..

Everytime I will look at these pictures, I will appreciate how looking from the sidelines or shadows adds a sense of mystery. And sometimes this mystery is more beautiful!

This one is for all the people you have admired from the sidelines secretly..  stole glances when no one was watching and smiling went about life!

Photo credits: sr

Lonely planet!

'She stuck on, almost reminding one of Fevicol ads that you might remember from your childhood. And somewhere I guess I wanted to stick on too. It made sense. It felt right...'

"And this is how the world begins to make sense suddenly one day.."
Wait.. no i don't want to count another friend who rattles off these lines on my face. Nothing ever makes sense to me, and I took solace in the fact that you my friend stood with me equally perplexed with life and people who make such statements. I wasn't prepared to hear you say this.

And yeah a little heads up would have been good. You don't have to literally translate the phrase, 'writing on the wall' even when you are a literarian worth your salt. While I am happy for you. Happy to know that your blogs would now have a different theme.. (haha.. you had over exploited the earlier theme) but then you were doing real good, there can be different ways to look at the same thing. But you choose to change the choice of subject and desert the fraternity to join the the pretentious V day crowd!

So i would lament, at being left behind in the lonely club. Would have done that, but for the warm snow flakes falling gently on my shoulders. Interestingly at least something made sense to me today. I saw a perfect snowflake on my black jacket. And I really know what my chemistry teacher talked about when she talked about the shape of snowflakes. And then i also understood what the poet meant, when he said



'each snowflake is unique,
the same pattern is never cast twice..'

I know the two are antagonistic in some ways. The chemistry teacher tried to define the shape as a standard which could be explained by molecule spatial theory. She tried to kill all the romance by saying all snowflakes were just the same..& the well the poet romanticized the beauty, for him it was unique. Somehow both made sense together as I walked home in the gentle snowfall...

Perhaps this is how snow made perfect sense to our lonely planet for millions of years.It was easy to cut off the incomprehensible world outside and lie cozy beneath the warm blanket of snow..

Footnotes: this blog shaped during the class of sustainable business enterprises, and specifically a lecture on global warming. these lectures are messing up my head!