Saturday, December 17, 2011

Once Upon a time



“Grand free old man” (probably a fake account) whom I follow on twitter and whose whereabouts, I have absolutely no idea of, once tweeted like this-

‘Once upon a time I had a life. Then I bought an internet connection.’

What these words of emotional coherence tell you is the ugly truth of the modern day. About that world which has changed from sleepovers and hangouts to notifications and pokes. A heart hurting situation in which you and of course me, play a shamefully crucial role.

But what made this generation stuck in a couch and a laptop and occasionally walking around with a radiating device held close to their ears is a question of great relevance. And the answer lies in the not so complex realms of our curious minds.

What happened was that we became lazy in seeking something that we desperately need. And that something is nothing but ‘care’. Yes, one of those beautiful four letter words whose understanding, importance and exchange mechanisms changed considerably over time. [Wonder why these four letter words are always complex!]

There was once a time when we used to say “I have this feeling (good/bad) and I need to make this call or meet my friend because I want to share it with him/ her.”

What time and technology made was a partial reversal of the above attitude, contaminating it with laziness and introversion, which now goes something like this- “I want to have this feeling (good/ bad), so that I can put them as my status and see how many around me truly cares”

Apart from this change of perception and appreciation of the abundance of life, there’s still another snake, crawling under our basement. And that is something which the dictionary calls- a ‘misinterpretation’ and what I call – a ‘mis-hope’. To explain this self-designed and stupid looking word let me take an example.

Every day you communicate completely digitally with people around you. Some of them you know, some you think you know and some you really don’t know (Beware of the second group). You text them, chat with them and rarely smile with them when you actually see them.

And as an attribute of the already mentioned care seeking behavior of the so called ‘normal’ human beings, you tell them your problems, your happenings and intentionally or unintentionally your deepest secrets.                        
Now just imagine. That person who you think feel the same as you feel for them might be laughing at your problems, making fun of you on the other side which you have absolutely no access to. And who knows, that person that you trust by means of some emoticons and electrical signals may not  even be a ‘single’ person.

Of course the world is not all the same and change is an inevitable phenomenon and that’s why I still stress on those ‘mights’ and ‘mays’.

But what we need to understand while conquering heights and fulfilling dreams is that evolution and regression are not always contrary. They often go hand in hand. Giving ups, shut downs and limitations can be a wonderful experience. So walk with your buddies, joke with them, fight with them and let them fight with you. But most of all- Be connected. Not to their updates but to their lives.After all, what do you think would be a better bed time story for your kid? 

Something which begins like –

“Once upon a time daddy had this friend. And I used to chat with him/ her every day. And we shared our lives across miles and one fine day we actually saw each other ………..”     

or

“Once upon a time daddy had this friend. We used to laugh, cry and dream together. We used to bunk classes and go to movies. We played soccer with pepsi cans. And we used to be always there for each other. We used to talk about our lives, this world and what was beyond. And we really, I mean really cared a lot…”
                                                                                                                                                                


Friday, October 7, 2011

Paper Rockets




Why am I talking about paper rockets?

Well, out of nowhere on a burning afternoon they made a sense to me, an idea to be exact, something which accidently popped out in my curious little head. It may seem completely stupid to some of you, but I still have to write this down….so please bear with me. ;)

Almost all of us have made paper rockets and watched them sail in the air in crazy patterns unexplained by the existing mathematical functions.

Apart from the awe inspiring scene of flight it offers, what if we can make them fly for a reason. I am not talking about proving Einstein or Newton wrong, what I mean is what if we can transfer a part of our life into this blood less material and see what happens when they fly out of our hands.  That is what “PAPER ROCKETS” is about.....
                                                 
                                                   .........HappYness......

We all want to be happy. As a matter of fact we are living to be happy. To achieve this hard target in every possible way and keeping it together as long as we could. And of course we always fail doing that.

There are times when we are overwhelmed by joy and smiles and sunny days. And there are times when it’s dark and cloudy and we stand there with a static mind. This happens to me, you and everyone in an irregularly-regular basis.

There is no need for me to blabber about “How to spend your best times?” because there’s no need and you are the experts.

But people need help at their bad times. And this is what I can offer. Of course it won’t work for all of you.          But at least for a few, I hope it will be of some help.

                                                         Modus Operandi
Step 1

Take a piece of paper, clean enough to write and long enough to fold.

Step 2

Write down like a bucket list, your problems in shortest words possible with bullets or numbers.

Step 3

Make a rocket out of the paper with the written side concealed.

Step 4

Take a hike to a height anywhere you like.

Step 5

Let the rocket fly J

Now don’t look at it. Don’t try to trace it. Let it be on its own and just hope





Courtesy: The Shawshank Redemption
                                      

So hope that it has reached somewhere, long from you to someone strange. Maybe he/ she took it and read it and heard what you had to say and somewhere inside felt a bit for you.

Or hope that the one you miss has his/ her window opened and your messenger found there the right spot to hit.

Or hope that it made all the way across the clouds and got stuck in some angel’s wings. And she had them delivered to the big guy. And he reads it, thinks about it and sends someone down to your pit, with some magical dust to make everything..OKAY


P.S :- Just keep in mind the chances of rain, lightning bolts or someone using it as toilet paper. Well it all      depends on how the wind blows. :D