Treading Old Ways in New Lights

Hahh!!!  So here I’m again…long it has been, quite long in fact.

Long gap comes with voluminous data, gallons full of experiences, various visuals, speeches, thoughts, and perceptions crossing across and this time it has been quite a ‘real’ lot. Don’t know how elevating it was this time but quantity is undeniably gross.

In a B-school, as they say, it’s a paradigm shift; from everything we’ve been through and across till date. Not only ‘a new place, a new story’, its just a legacy of unpredictable and unassumingly diverse conglomeration.

But the ‘The Time’ of a B-school, in its initial course has been explicit. You see people meeting, getting involved and then the hard reality. Not everybody can sail across with the baggage they create. Some, however, start creating evolving their notions of baggage. But few, they’re exemplary, they not only sail across, do that with utmost beauty.

Now beauty, huhh, that again is one big time subjective concept. Being in the phase we see, ‘beauty’ plummeting beyond rationale but also rocketing in the most poised fashion. It’s a humungous mix. Your thought process is cradled and rocked to send you in oblivion, as if ‘water, water everywhere, not a drop to drink’.

Its baffling to comprehend, knotty indeed, but is it even required.

This one week of faineance has given me a lot of bandwidth to ponder over. Musing and brooding over what was good, what went wrong for me, contemplating my highs and lows, speculation… lots of it. Hahh… such a self-obsessed person I am. It just starts in me revolves around me and ends in me. ;)

But then in this ‘around me’ were a lot of components. Of course the ‘me’ part doesn’t really needs a space in the cloud and for the others, they can be easily wrapped up in this sheet ;)

So as it is about the ‘around’ part, quite dynamic it was, still is. It was just a matter of a week, 7*24 hours, that’s it… say 95% of my year’s siesta and equations (read ‘equations + appearances’) have commuted in light years. Now what happened and what led to it, I won’t prefer scribbling it here. Reason – Whatever opinion I have about those ‘dynamics’, I don’t really give much of a damn about things I couldn’t have altered anyhow. And so I just don’t want it to be etched in the ‘cloud’ and time as well. They were wrong but then there’re a lot of things going wrong; its not a submissive attitude but may be reluctance since I’m not the one affected. My friends are, maybe that’s why I still have the thought lingering in this box of mine. That’s what we’ve come down to.

This is something I can explicit about. As far as everything goes well with us, the world in its entirety seems to be a joyful place. Without fail we have our plans, and the only flickers here are if anything seems to negate their sustenance. So here I have these three stories, all around me. One is mine (*obsession is not the word* #sheepishh ;)) better placed in the more personal space ;) , another one, that’s a context too dumb to be unmuted and then there’s this one, I really want to pen down.

This goes around one person but definitely not just about her alone, just that she made things most evident in the not-so-adulterated way. You know there’s this one person who hasn’t seen failures in her life, accepting one now won’t be easy. But not every way is as smooth as always. Reality can, and is meant to, surpass predictions. But what’s peculiar is the impression it leaves on you. A person can be motivated or demotivated post such a rendezvous; that certainly isn’t the concern. But what instigates an orientation to the motivation is important. When a winner who has seen capacities and calibre being respected, has certainly not given heed to the ‘other tangible’ attributes. That’s the humanness of being, we just don’t care to see beyond the purview we’re comfortable in, till everything is running smooth. But then there’s this next moment you feel shattered, and yes, its these ‘never considered’ ‘other’ attributes which might not, in our understanding, decide the rightfulness of qualification but matter for some, and undeniably a lot for some others.

Well… it sounds a lot more confusing than intended. But its all part of the flow, doesn’t really matters whatever scaled to your bygone success stories and failing you here. What this day’s introspecting neurons revolve around is the deductions it drives to.

And when the deduction is to bring upon yourself the ownership of all ‘those’ attributes, not as a part of your evolution but as a mere herd-ified thought process wherein you think nothing else works, even for a bit, and its just the tangibility of these attributes that counts. More devilish it becomes with the cognition that you don’t really believe in the tangibility but are forcing yourself as the last resort….

Hahh… I believe I’m strangled by thoughts. But is it really ‘the’ time for a ‘last’ resort, even for a resort..!!?? As in, its ‘last’ for heaven’s sake, and last I believe is the rudest way to mock oneself on any grounds.

PS: I might explicit more on this... someday... need to break my personal fetters to revealing things... M this Scorpio u see... ;)

Why Unconventional?

‘Unconventional’ seems to be upbeat… the ‘in’ thing, as we like to call it. What’s so catchy about all this ‘Being Offbeat’ fad?

Sounds cool, or rebelling, or renders that ‘a step ahead’ feel… or are we getting it all wrong.

What’s the big deal in being a candid photographer or a designer than an engineer or a doctor, an entrepreneur to an employee? At the end of the day, everybody is busy slogging, minting money.

The difference I believe lies in the motivation, the intent. The desire to earn, even if it be money, isn’t wrong. Highly defied by the philanthropists, this desire for money is pretty justified if that’s what takes to satiate your soul. But ultimately it is the ‘want for contentment’ that drives it all, and if your means fulfil the purpose, so be it.

Why an artist is unconventional and an engineer not?

We tend to depict unconventional-ism in artists because there’s where the motive of pleasure and happiness seems more elevated. It looks as a stride for the attainment of pleasure and is hence justified.

I’m not talking to defend the corded engineering multitude of our generation, but if that work renders them the sense of satisfaction… justified it stands. Although more often than not, we have taken up this trend to find the easy way out. And hence with all the effort we employ to enter that ‘breed of graduates’, its driven more by the route to accomplish the mundane essentials. Consequence to it being, a ridiculous inversion of paradigm. Rather than seeking pleasure we now attempt to find pleasure in the things we’ve earned, rather hoarded.

Scaling it to self, I seek to ponder, what makes me gaze that LV bag or that timepiece from Longines with utmost stupefied-ness, slogging day and night to save for it… when that glitter of eyes is rendered by the serenity of solace amidst the woods of Kumaon.

Looks like a whole lot of introspection…

I might have missed a lot in articulation, given the corruption an adult mind is subjected to, for all these years… who other than a kid can do it better…

My First @NITIE

WHAT INSPIRES ME...

‘Inspiration’, I feel is a strange word, charging up the myriad neurons within the 1.3kg on our top to a kick which couldn’t be rendered with the best of dope. And there’s an exquisitely distinct formulation for each mind, some our loosened up at the heart as well. But since it’s ‘me’ in question, I would prefer sticking to the medullar department.

It might not be very straight a concept, but inspiration is a concept I feel is induced by our very existence in each moment of ours. The journey ‘from surviving to sustaining to celebrating’ every individual moment, and realising a sense of accomplishment in every bygone moment, that alone is the biggest inspiration I seek up to. It might seem like a self-obsessed or even self-centric vision towards life. But I interpret it more as concentric. Elucidating the idea, I cannot miss the rudder to this musing of mine. As depicted by Paulo Coelho, we all, in our journeys called ‘life’, carve a parallel universe. Being an ardent believer of the theory of a parallel existence and extending on the idea should bring the concept of concentric existence.

Being a social animal, I see myself as a mere interface to an entire legion of such parallel universes. Intertwining the entities of this chunk develops the notion of concentric existence (sounds like co-existence, is it!!). When I contemplate to retrospect and introspect, every moment going to and fro, with its sequences and consequences, not only confined for me, but beyond as well, I bet there’s a whole lot of stuff to learn from, to be inspired from.

It not only comes as a brooding or blithe of the past, howsoever it is. But such inspection of the foregone, I believe, induces a magic mirror articulating a facade of evaluation, of prudent judgement and renders a light of amelioration.

So as I begun, it would seem as living in the past and not stepping out, but there’s a stark difference of vision and treatment. I don’t deny that if left unguided, there’s a whole lot of disaster we’re looking forward to. But there’s again no denying that if I can make a conscious effort to manoeuvre the array of my experiences in a panorama to reiterate what the best-in-that-class have achieved or aspire to, maybe I’m borrowing some part of their universe, and pushing myself to get to that edge. Now as is deductive, this universe can belong to anybody ranging from a mere fly which could surpass through thin air when I am stuck in traffic to the top honchos making up Hercules’ shoulders in rational respect. But undeniably, it’s only the introspective retrospection in light of the neighbourhood (where neighbourhood knows no realms) which causes the analysis of the consequences, the aspiration to achieve them and the adrenaline rush to nothing but attain them, own them.

Although, as they say, a very realistic aspect of this is that, this amazing enlightenment is quite rare. But when it does, it works wonders, without fail.

That’s life I guess. One can’t be on a high all the time, else that becomes a norm, or I might be all flawed here, or maybe just a bit too inspired. 

Trail to the previous post

Well, the extension to the existing post was in the concept of ‘continuum’, of ‘indestructibility’.

As explicated in the ‘LOUD’ address, it is more about the journey and whatever we absorb in the course that comes significant. The term ‘cross pollination’ was aptly used, not to throw a jargon but to articulate the very essence of continuity.

Elucidating in the same, I found this question by one of my peers quite interesting, i.e. ‘Which, out of all your hats, did you like the most?’ Now the ‘hat’ here signifies the various roles a person takes through his journey. We have this habit of awarding a difference of stature to every passing moment without the cognition of the value addition every single shred of air breathed in and out is doing here.

Every passing instance leaves us with an experience, which might not be etched in our medullar frame but influences our persona some day or the other. The changes we encounter, the monotony we go through, the crests and troughs, all of it does matter, and a lot. But then the essence of actualising this knowledge comes only with a few initiatives. Rather an ‘initiative’. As conveyed, and justly apt, there is a dire need ‘to start ‘and ‘to collaborate’. We might be an evolved mix of all our experiences, but the collage is still not a beaut unless each photograph is adorned with the attribute of amalgamating into the others. But then which collage are we talking about, unless we drive the idea of creating a collage.

So the ulterior theme remains to commence, take a step forward to what-so-ever we aim to achieve, be it eyeing the zenith or something as simple as making up to the breakfast table; every resolution needs that first take... the ‘kick-off’. (Huhhh!!! I’m so full of jargons... :P )

And that we’ve already taken a step forward to it is it really worth 100 people going to fill 100 pitchers separately. Quantitatively, it sounds decent, but where’s the quality, except if we’re competing on something called ‘herd mentality’. Well, there’s the difference between following and co-working. Being a blind follower never helps. You’re unto a lame existence and a pain to your ‘idol’ (absolute pun intended). However, altering the equation a bit, we place everybody on the comparably same page, there’s a scenario where everybody’s ideas gain a vent, are articulated and that’s where we can comprehend the budding collaboration.

Well, quite a lot to retain since its been almost half a month to the event. However, the terminology might be spiced with ambiguities but there’s a learning way much deeper that has been imbibed, and would be of aid. 

Getting the Feel of it... GodrejLoud OnCampus

NITIE it is!!! It has been almost 3 weeks to this revelation.

First day and since then, it has been a clutter of humungous names, faces and a lot more... a bit too much for a not-so-social person to contain. But what my neurons could really register were ‘Impact’, ‘Groove’, ‘GodrejLoud’ and most importantly ‘DREAMS’. Well there were reasons for the first two and even more judicious for the latter.

Till this evening, GodrejLoud was merely a contest for me. I found it an intriguing concept-motivated initiative, yes; but just another competition which comes with an incentive, a coveted one for the place I’m in. It did pave way to amazing retrospection and introspection of self, but what changed rather, added a tinge of admiration to the concept was the OnCampus rendezvous with the brains behind the idea.

Honestly, dreams is not a novelty at all, never was. Well, if it’s about dream, yes I have. But here I’m not putting up about my dream. To pen down, it’s a sheer expression of the awesomeness that the 2 hours’ OnCampus talk etched into the ever-prospering parallel universe of mine. Amidst the very gung ho aura of the clan, there undoubtedly was a whole lot of ‘gyaan’ flowing in, from all directions, in all aspects. But the best of it all was the way somebody can make you feel so connected for the experiences they’ve had, only to realise that this is exactly what you’ve been pondering over and over, time and again.  And with this connection, they can just prompt you enough to lend a moment to the musings of your subconscious.

It has been a known fact that we’re a part of the treadmill, without an idea of the head or tail. Undoubtedly, we might have been an achiever of all sorts till this day and it would’ve filled our milieu with exhilaration. But then there is this juncture when wisdom falls from the top heavens only to realise that all this blithe is not thrilling us any more, the kick... it’s all gone. What had once begun with an adrenaline rush is now just the ritual to perform, to get something that’s pre-conceived to be ‘good’ into your kitty. Well, there’s no end to it. Looking back a few weeks in my life, I remember this colleague of mine who got through one of the premier B-Schools in the country and stood clueless while putting down his papers... not that I’d something very enlightening crawling in my medulla. So this thing basically has sort of become a norm, and we drag accepting it as it is. This is where the charm of the entire OnCampus connect comes into picture. A place that’ll undoubtedly make you slog for the bucks they credit into your account, but at the same time would be willing to accommodate the other half of you, possibly the crazy you, the true you...

Then again this theory of ‘cross-pollination’, I must admit, was really amazing the way it was put up. Such ardent believer of parallel existence that I am, I could never find a metaphor as assimilative as this one. So yea... value addition to my niche of the universe it was. An ever evolving concentric existence that we’re bountied with, every moment, every single entity that we come across adds a share in our kitty. And transitioning across such realms that is what gives us the sheen we own...

Well, there’s a whole lot to add on, hope I do it real quick...

 Signing off for the day... which has already surpassed its realms ;)