Dark with excessive brightness

In our B.A. class, our teacher had given a very good example of paradox. To explain his point he quoted a line, which runs thus: Dark with excessive brightness. Today I feel this line is best applicable to internet. In a short time, we are exposed to so much information that we had to spend most of the time in selecting what to read for our benefit. As a result, the human attention span is greatly reduced. A cursory glance to the HTTPs suddenly sets off a violent pace to reject the material at hand and constantly makes the attention to wander through the plethora of web pages. Such habits are causing dissatisfaction because we never derive the satisfaction of mindful reading. In addition, our movements in the vast expanse of cyberspace are often associated with too many diversions. The electronic screen and numerous pop up ads exacerbate the disgust.

The melody of the soul, when the eyes are engaged in filling the mind serenely with the pages of a single book in hand, is disappearing. Mind has become a restless monkey with immense freedom.

Yesterday, one of my best friends requested me not to write long text messages. The problem with him is that he cannot gather the required patience to read long messages. It is quite true that lack of patience and mental concentration is a growing trait among the ultra-moderns. The busy and competitive lifestyle has made us slide over the fine things of life unconcerned. We fail to observe and notice that how beautiful life is. We are dazzled by the outer world and ignore what life whispers in our ears about itself.

Today we talk in SMS and our next generation will surely switch over to VSMS (Very Short Messaging Service). Nevertheless, I would interpret that VSMS will stand for ‘Vanishing Sensibility Messaging Standards’.

Tum Mere Kaun Ho.

A beautiful damsel and a handsome guy who are bubbling with all liveliness represent an extra-ordinary love relation in Yahan Mey Ghar Ghar Kheli (daily soap of ZEE TV). The passion gets heavenly with the background song ' TUM MERE KAUN HO'. The song touches the soul and it must be appreciated.

But.... But..... My quest for the beautiful song resulted in utter disapointment. In spite of persistent web search which even continued for a fortnight, I could not find a genuine download link. . All my search seemed futile. I was unable to reach at my right destination. Numerous sites popped that encased my interest for their gains but in the end I was made to end in some unwanted site.

At last I realized that I am wandering at the distant unknown but missing something obvious. I clicked the official website of ZeeTv and hit the bulls eye.

I love the song so much that I would like to provide the down link page address in the post. Moreover, I attach the song also with this post.


DOWNLOAD PAGE where the download link is shown.

http://www.zeetv.com/shows/yahan-main-ghar-ghar-kheli/download.html

7th December, A night shivering with cold wave and rain.

Persistent rain and freezing cold-wave had worsened the weather for the last 2 days and today the bad weather had reached its peak. As a result  I remained indoors all day long and when I opened the door of my room I found that the day light had already stepped aside making room for a dark chilly evening. Every where an utter darkness prevailed because there was  a major power failure in the village.  I groped my way to my neighbour Sairam's house. We decided to eat out. Although it was raining and the cold wind was cutting our flesh ,we set on bike to the hotel. The hotel owner welcomed us with a customary smile but we were bitterly disappointed when we discovered that the hotel has neither Chapati nor Roti for dinner. We returned home wet and shivering in the wintry rain.

We started cooking and prepared Chapati in 30minutes. The dinner was not bad. I returned my home with a 3/4th filled stomach. Opening the door, readily I occupied my bed and embraced its warmth and then the cosy bed induced me to mention about my day-long struggle against the ruthless weather. 

In the day time I had been invited by Mr.Sanjaya for lunch. He invited me because some guests who were expected to come to his home that afternoon did not show up. And the excess of food prepared for them fell on my share. 

The characteristics of today's weather were best explained by Mr.Tanmay's SMS ,which runs like this:

God is in Dabbang Mood," Hum tumhari city mey aisa climate create karenge ki confuse ho jaoge ke RAINCOAT pahene ya SWEATER.

ramblings on 5th December.

With severe toothache, I had frozen in the evening. That evening was rather motionless. The Naxals had announced for PLGA week celebration and all the bus services to the Malkangir district had frozen like my aching tooth. There was little traffic on the rough and rutted roads, which are very much the characteristic of developing India. The evening less by vehicular noise was putting up an eerie silence. And the toothache.......


My wife phoned me. She complained me of stomach pain and my little one's movement in the uterus. In these days the foetus had been a lively moving happiness to me. So even in my toothache I smiled from my heart. I realized that with every pain, a happy smile may get associated. However, I will uproot my tooth the next day. My wife will give birth to a new possibility. We shall do our best to make out a quality life. But I ponder who will subside the terrorizing silence of this December evening?

I went to Jayant uncle's home to take my dinner. I did not cook my food because I had to attend my toothache and internet. I had a hearty meal and while returning to my quarter I popped into Sairam's, the chemistry lecturer's cabin. He was on all his fours over a book. His serious concentration on the action at hand baffled me. He revealed his deep longing to leave the place. Therefore, he had to study hard to find some other job. I admired his efforts and at the same time felt that he has enough reason to be dissatisfied with life in a district where man-made accidents may happen at any time.

My phone rang. It was a happy diversion to mind. Roy sir had made the call. He was elated to express about his activated subscription in the Google sms channel. He was on the way to his home-town for attending his nephew's marriage. How happy he was!

I was the only vegetarian sitting between the two chemistry lecturers who were happily relishing non-veg meals. They were eating up non-veg items and I was talking in loud voice non-veg items. There was not much difference among us because some great man has rightly said that talking filthy things pollute the mind and soul. It is more harmful then poison.

A great show was being telecast in the evening. The musicians of India were awarded for their contributions to the music world. In a section of the show Usha Utthup was seen crying out of excess of emotion. Good thing! Tears and music are old companions.

I have a small world. If you continue to read my blog posts constantly you will now every character by name and their nature. Nevertheless, my question is why you will show so much generous interest in me and my world. The answer will make sense if we think each other as companions in the life journey. So you scratch my back and I shall yours. So let us live and let live others. It is too late to sleep. But before I close my eyes and invite my dream world, I like you to plant a tree. It is because in the end I may be selfish and may kick your buttocks but in the hot summers when global warming pounds the vilest hot waves, the green tree will provide you a shady place to keep your hurt buttocks in peace.

Some write ups for the soul

Everyday people like me are cluttering the web with their views, opinions ideas and a few facts too. But the thoughts and the contents most often fall into the level of mediocrity. The same thing also happens even in the print media. Books, journals and a heavy deal of reading materials are poured into the glittering shops for the general public.

As a reader, we constantly get confused in choosing our reading material. It is because in a busy and hectic life of a fast moving world we can not afford our time to read something which is not highly beneficial to us. So we expect from the writers or any litterateur to write something for the soul. In the modern times, our minds have been digitalized in the company of computers and all short of electronic gadgets. Moreover, the pulsating heart, which once used to symbolize our fine emotions, has now reduced to a lump of flesh which is now only functional for the physical body. The greatest requirement of the modern man is humanity, which has sunk into oblivion.

Strong waves of inspiration and human sensibility are needed plentifully to refurbish the lost souls. The minds on the web or on the print are required to replete the systems with so much positives that the negatives in the world will seem negligible.