BlissTarang

Life not just measurable matter, Immeasurable it's perfume, Things important as love, intuition, companion and bliss , "Measure" preside not but to them it subsume. If mirage were truth, Life be a known...seen... script, Stop...witness...look for your self, It's all a mind's drift. Society a big mall, hard-selling concepts all time, You the buyer, forget not thy chime, You either built by society as a clone, Or simply let your inner shine. Wake up...sleep not...sun always shines, Look not at the cloud over you, Everyone around wants their version and diversion, But you have to define "Who are you?" If moulds were never broken, Life would have been a token, If poetry and prose were the same, No Life would have been ever sung.

It was nearing 10 pm and the dark blanket was slowly cushioning the city for a sleep. In this high footfall clinic of a neurosurgeon (medicine), waited some ten patients (rather impatiently) to be seen by the Doctor and then head home. Like in most Dr's clinic, this had some posters...one of them read "if you come later than your appointment token number that you have picked up, you will have to take another appointment". The buzzer rang for the 30th patient and he wasn't around. The 31st  patient charmed at the "absence" and hurried his legs for the check-up. After about 5 min, the 30th patient showed up...he was in very bad shape. The receptionist vetoed the condition that afforded him the pardon of missing his turn. But the 32nd patient  got angry and suddenly all the quiet & sad & weak faces somehow from nowhere got into animated energetic beings. Well in the end, the 32nd patient had his way because he didn't wan...

The clouds kept pouring some billions of litres of water over suburbs of Mumbai last afternoon till evening. And I had the opportunity of spending time with two wonderfully learned and experienced souls. First it was Uday Tara Nair who is currently editing the Autobiography of Shri Dilip Kumar [Indian Cinema Legend] and then it was Zafar Iqbal [former IAS officer and former CEO of Shapoorji Pallonji Realty]. Taraji has spent her entire life in the Bollywood Industry and is one of the most respected journalist having spent a long time as Editor of the Screen Magazine in India. During our conversations, we traversed several topics but the one that I really enjoyed were her anecdotal accounts of humane experiences in Bollywood. She narrated the hows of sensory overload in this industry which keeps its people absolutely on super-anxious zone…the way how each movie’s success is a metaphoric EMI paid for staying in the industry or how it turns out to become a repossession case in ca...

  “   ”Heat” Check-Out please. “Cloud” is Invited” buzzed Bangalore conversations in the afternoon of 22 nd . Laya Raja, a mid-forties auto-rickshaw guy, despite the torching-torturing heat seemed to carry a patented Smile on his Face…even when things awry everywhere else and most other selves as if losing the patent for Smiles. I quite liked the way he was driving his auto and hence curiously asked as to how come he was managing to ride with such calm and gentle speed where everybody else was trying to only overtake-honk-outsmart- outsignal-outglare-outabuse- outperform-outdo each other…as if every other vehicle on the road was a compulsory competition for survival. He said very beautifully, “Sir, it is true I am driving on the same roads as others are. It is also true that the rules are the same as for others are. This is the system as so for others are. But I chose to drive in a manner that is peaceful for me and doesn’t hurt anybody. If somebody is poor in his vision...

11th April was another day having access to great learnings. Being a Holiday in many offices in Mumbai on the eve of GudiPadwa [New Year], I started late at 10 am and jumped into a Meru Cab parked in the neighborhood. When smiles greet each other, the day has a different meaning. Ashok Shukla is this mid-forties humble cabbie who readily sports his thoughts with passengers. He opened the innings by mentioning that he was reading a Hindi Novel “Mein Banoonga Kalyug ka Abhimanyu” (I will be the Abhimanyu this Dark Age). He went on to describe the protagonist in the novel who resolves to fight despite limited wherewithal-knowledge because he knows that challenge-and-response is central to human life. We volleyed the discussion around the analogy in finer details. It’s a great coincidence that Great Epic Mahabharata’s “Chakravyuh” has similarity to “Labyrinth”(Unicursal Maze…One Way Movement) described with Greek Mythological characters Daedalus-Minos. Both ‘Chakravyuh” ...