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Everyone has an opinion, only few have a reason
~ Prasad Narulkar

News = Twitter

So much information...

 

I am sometime amazed by the immense amount of information and data that passes our eyes everyday these days. Its so enriching...reading...analyzing...consuming and then evaluating.

I think of how life has drastically changed.  Take one day of your life in the year 2000. Think about it clearly. Live the moment and see it in your thoughts. Recall the conversations on that day...the news around you...your family...your friends...your dressing....all of it on that one day.
You will realize where we all were, and where we are now.

The change has been good. Yes it has.

But I cant stop myself from wondering if the good has reached its evil point.
And you would have thought so much information would only make you wiser, calmer, and at peace.

Adventures of the Social Media Man :D

This is not mine...but I couldnt resist blogging it !

I want to write...

I miss writing. Dont be confused. I meant actually writing down, with a pen and paper, instead of hearing the clicking sound of the keyboard and the letters appearing on screen in fixed fonts.

I dont know about you but I realised in a business meeting the other day, when I was taking notes, that I really really love carving letters on paper and making words into sentences. Its like creating something in your mind onto to paper. We dont give it the thought and the importance it deserves.

I think it just reminds me of childhood. When pen and paper and words where all we had. Beautiful typography and endless thoughts getting engraved on that paper. The virtual and technological typing has made me loose that essence of writing.

I still remember the diaries we used to maintain. I still have some of them. A glance at those pages, everyday posts and writings....the hand writing depicts the mood you were in...what you felt ; pen and paper has that power to take you back to that moment. Something that this blog can try but never achieve...atleast not to that level of reality.

Reality. Now thats an interesting topic.

aah... Windows

aahh... twitter...

Who decided?

I was whiling away time today...and was thinking about the old days...a look back at the days when I was younger...and how different the things were. Priorities were scarce...all that was on the mind was the homework and the exams coming up...or far most the ways of hiding your cheats and pranks from parents and teachers...
Yes...some of us romantics had the hearts melted by school or tuition love stories...and those floury  dream sequences of how perfect life is...
The point of this post however (...and I assure you this), is NOT the memory lane.

Ever thought how MONEY as a point of concern did not cross our minds until we finally graduated and were asked to search jobs to gain "experience" and build our careers. That is the point when most of realised the said importance of those notes and currencies.

I took out a Rs 1000 note from my wallet today...and stared at it aimlessly. As I looked at the crisp piece of paper...I started conversing with it as if it were an entity capable of replying my questions...
"Who decided you should be of value?"
I looked at it for seconds....and went on...
" Who decided that you, a piece of paper, be given so much of importance? When mankind said that whoever owns more pieces of paper would be richer, why did everyone agree?
I remember reading about the "Tulip Mania" which occurred in the 16th century where the flowers were used as tools of speculation and almost replaced currency and gold.
Doesnt it sound crazy? All of us humans running after something that in reality has no value...but is forced 'value' upon.
Its like me deciding "I am God" and the rest of the world starts following that as a rule, almost blindly!

Everything seems meaningless when you look at it from this point of view doesnt it?
If mankind has equal right of life on this planet then why is the so called "wealth"  not equally divided among all?
I wont say it would be an easier choice...but it would level the ground for starters..."

I know the thought has an endless and aimless end....but I cant help wondering the consequences (wont say benefits...because I am sure there are flaws here too) of a level field for entire mankind...and where there is no concept of money...everyone is obliged and worried only about utilising the resources this planet offers in a economical manner.

Why should you be asked to dream of becoming "rich" ? 
Shouldn't the dream be living , enjoying the gift of life instead?

Moments Lived.

There are times when you wish you can live a moment. Or so aptly put....you have a moment where it seems as if you have lived your entire life...
I am sure each one of us has experienced such moments in our life...and many more in the years to come.

But what intrigues me is how your remember these moments...try remembering one such...you will "feel" that happiness,content,anger,peace all over again...just by the thought of such a moment.

I feel our life is based on collection of such awesome moments... that's what "completes" it...and nothing...absolutely nothing else matters....

As the new year brings me changes...I can only thank God for such moments that he has given me...and for those to come...

Was lazing around today and I realised how Life passes you by everyday...
think of all the people you meet...the conversations...all the people you see everyday...all the randomness that happens...and all the timed events that you force yourself through everyday...

One change...and boom...your entire pattern of Life alters...
Why did I meet these people...why did I have that conversation...why did I invest so much time here...why did I waste it there?
Some questions I dont have an answer to...but a memory has been made.

Yes. I look forward to change for the memories made, the moments lived.

To a new beginning...

We are infinite...

And there are people who forget what it's like to be 16 when they turn 17. 

I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We'll all become somebody's mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening, I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. 

And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.