Artist ka Keeda (An Artist’s Bug)

Imagine nails placed vertically upside down on your seat. The moment you sit, you feel like getting up, but then, the floor is burning hot as well. You don’t really know what to do and try identifying what is making you so restless. Finally, you arrive at the fact that it is the usual keeda (bug) that keeps biting every artist once in a while. That bug could be termed as anything – an expression, an idea, a thought, an inspiration or anything you want to call it. Even that keeda does not know what it really is. It is as restless as you are and keeps biting you to find its own identity. You then have no other option but to try and find out its real form, the real form of that expression, that idea or whatever name you want to give it. The keeda then pushes you to find the medium through which you can give a definite form to that expression. Each artist channelizes his or her energy through a medium he or she is comfortable with. A painter would start painting, a singer starts singing, a filmmaker starts making films. By the end of this process, that expression is out. The artist tries his or her best to best match the keeda’s expectations. He or she might fall short of them in some cases but then the keeda is mostly happy for the fact that you devoted your love towards giving it a form, an identity which it always craved for. The keeda retrieves back, stops biting, and the artist feels at ease.

Not for long though. Keeda sooner or later starts biting again, seeking a new identity!

A Man Minus his Dream

A man minus his dream

Is like free-falling in a black hole’s realm

 

A sleepless night catching up on sleep

An irky feeling, he never wants to keep

 

A sighted man who just can’t see

Stranded in strange reality

 

Like the one who Has to Live at any cost

With a Love that’s lost

 

Like a lost tune

He once always knew

 

A search he can’t avoid

Finding nothing but void

 

He calls out to his Dream

Not a whisper, but a scream

 

Some Day He Will find

Repose of another kind!

 

A man minus his dream

Is like free-falling in a black hole’s realm

Are we really time-bound?

Who declared that time ticks away all the time? The ticking hand of the clock? But wasn’t all that a man-made concept? So what if we were to consider that time never ticked ahead and that the occurrence of day and night was just a natural phenomenon; and so was the case with ageing? Think. You would be where you are now, you wouldn’t have lived the years you thought you have, you just observed the days following the nights and then finally died one fine day. Is this thought making you feel better or worse? I feel better. The feeling that you are not bound by time, you are beyond time, you are not chasing something just because you think you are falling short of time. So when you assume that there is not concept called time, there is probably all the time in the world! Relax; things will happen, when they have to. But, this is just a thought; don’t consider it to be your licence to not be punctual heheh. It is your mind, think whatever suits you best!

Adjusting your intelligence

You could be intelligent or sharp witted. You could have all that it takes to put someone down. But what do you get out of all of it? Probably a chunk of good meat to feed your ego, something to make yourself feel superior. Is it worth all that really? Think of it in this way. How about being so intelligent, that you have the power to calibrate your intelligence to match the wavelength of someone’s intelligence, you are having a conversation with?  Take for example a 1 year old child. What would it best understand? Sounds like burrrr eeerrrrr eeeee uuuu.. some funny faces or maybe something outright silly. He or she would enjoy every bit of it. What if you try to explain “theory of relativity” to that child instead? That sweet little one would soon get bored to death and look for something more exciting which he or she understands better. Similarly every human being is different, has gone through something in life, has observed something different, has dealt with different circumstances. Not just humans, the fact holds true for every living being I would say. So what’s the point in boasting about your intelligence if you have practically made no kind of connection with that living being by showcasing your supreme intelligence? Some would argue though, what’s the point in making a connection with any living being at all! All I would tell them is that I think there is a point in there to create a bond with every living being you interact with. You just have to think about it. Words fall short really to explain what that point really is; you have to make that connection to know what the point exactly is. Give it a thought; make a connection; alter your intelligence.

More of more

“More” means peacock in Hindi, but is a real monster in English. More food, more attention, more money, more cars, more games, more movies, more TV series, more songs, more likes, more shares, more selfies, more fame, more popularity, more fans, more friends, better bank balance, more properties, more industries, more cars, more roads, more votes, more land, more wars, more power, better economy, more parties, louder music, taller skyscrapers, trippier  stuff, more riffs, more base, more leads, more clicks, more profit, more business, more advertising, more marketing, better deals, more offers, more discounts, better gifts, better physique, more books, more knowledge, more dates, more girlfriends, more boyfriends, more sex, more kids, fairer skin-tone, better hike, more hard work, more up to date, more adrenaline, better fashion, more clothes, better clothes, better shoes, more shoes, more travels, more functions, more temple visits, more excitement, more news, more updates, more phone calls, more furniture, more GB, more processing speed, better computers, better features, better camera, more pixels, more hard disk space……

 

Phew!

 

I know greed comes naturally to human beings, but to what extent should you extend it?

 

Take it easy buddy. You are probably doing just fine with what you have. Breathe. Be more content and more happy… oops, happier!

 

 

Are Being Knowledgeable, Being Well-read and Being Educated Mutually Exclusive?

A simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ would simply kill it at that. Let’s give it a thought, like the usual ‘bakchodi’- the way Indians  term it as heheh. I think that though there is some co-relation between all these things, you might want to consider some exceptional permutations. Think of a conductor in a bus. He or she is probably not well-read, nor are they highly educated, but aren’t they knowledgeable? You definitely can’t say no. Knowledge is, I think associated with what one has experienced or observed in life. Reading and education will definitely improve one’s knowledge but it doesn’t mean that a construction labourer is not knowledgeable, just because he/she is not well-read or educated. They know exactly how to do the work that they are assigned. Take new born babies for example. They do have knowledge based on whatever little observations they have made in life. Education, if pursued to improve one’s knowledge would be useful else it would just be a waste of time. It is also important to improve one’s ability to question things and find out what according to them is right or wrong. Reading is a subset of education but reading something that is not at all related to your field of interest will broaden your horizons, make you imagine things that you might never otherwise and perhaps make you more knowledgeable. Coming to what amongst these three is important in life? I think being knowledgeable is more important. I, for instance, very rarely read books. Education in India is more for improving your chances of finding a job than anything else, though there are many who pursue it to gain knowledge about something they love. Let it be. ‘Importance’ is very subjective, so I don’t want my opinion to affect yours. Damn this is getting awfully confusing. Just chuck it, don’t break your heads!

Is Living Superficially Really That Uncool?

I know I could be hurting sentiments of hardcore thinkers and philosophers. Losing into the depth of your thoughts is great; I mean it’s really intelligent of you. You and your intelligent friends have a good chunk of some good shit to ponder about, banter about. Think why things are not going right, think why someone is behaving the way they are, think of how this world can be a better place etc etc. But hold on. I have observed people who live superficially. They are so better off. Seriously. Get up, work, come back, relax over some good family time, sleep and continue the same cycle till you die. What’s wrong in that? Intellectuals would disagree with this and want to say that, you can’t just live superficially, but I think those who do that are much much happier. Give it a thought!