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Understanding me

| Saturday, July 18, 2015
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Not always, but at many times - my version of screaming is writing, at least for the last eleven and half years, but in recent times, the words were stuck inside me. I had to force them out. “I like the feeling of words doing as they want to do,” wrote Gertrude Stein, who died more than 40 years before Prozac hit the market. Same here. And with each step forward, my words flow more easily, brain to fingers to screen...

I can't wait to get the opportunity again to start writing, sharing..


after all writing and sharing is INDEED my muse!

Understanding me

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STOP

| Saturday, December 27, 2014
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Ten years ago I began my blog. With hope to write at least one post a day, thinking daily inspiration would be around the corner. But as per usual, side tracking occurred. I was inspired and blog ready for the first six years, then after some life set backs, I began to slack. The inspiration wasn’t constantly present; I wasn’t remembering to go online and blog daily. It happened, change. So what?

Just as much as we don’t want things to change, they do. As much as we don’t like tough times, they happen, they are necessary. Things will shake us up, change us, steer us on some new, unknown path. It will happen, so just let it happen. We can fight change, be depressed, and suppress it. And for what? The more we push, the harder we will get hit.


People often say that motivation doesn't last. Well, neither does bathing, that's why I recommend it daily.

I’ve come to realize, just because I wasn’t inspired and didn’t blog every day like I had intended, “A quote every single day…or at least every week...” doesn’t mean I’ve failed. It doesn't mean I suck and should give it. No. It is what it is. Inspiration will come and go. We just need to stay motivated. I can pick up, exactly where I left off. Feel what I'm meant to feel, each day as they come.

My feelings will continue..

STOP

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Date :Saturday, December 27, 2014
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Wishes for you!

| Monday, November 3, 2014
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I'm not a religious person. I'm more spiritual, I believe. Earlier this year, I have been tested like I have never been tested before. There have been so many trials in all aspects of my life -- love, family, work, friends, self. My emotions were overflowing I didn't know how to contain myself. I was holding on to my virtues tightly.

Then I realized all the while I was seeking for material things.. until last Friday, while driving to work, I realized there is one thing that I really need -- peace. Peace on earth, peace on our hearts, peace of mind. There are millions of non-material things I can wish for you but this is what my heart yearns. Today, the 3rd of Nov - Zero Fourteen as you (will hopefully) blow the candle on your cake, I'll be praying and wishing you for one thing, peace.

I know it is not much Reetu, but this all I have to say - I will always remember the relationship we had and that was very special to me. I understand that there is no reason to be together again since you do not feel the same for me. Be sure that someone else will conquer your love, so I can only wish you the best.

Wishes for you!

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Date :Monday, November 3, 2014
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Annapolis Bancorp!

| Wednesday, October 8, 2014
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My reunion with Annapolis Bancorp folks: an unexpected and delightful evening at Union Jacks! 

 The reunion, “I think it is a wonderful indication of the spirit that helped made this company great,” Patsy said. “The image lives on in these people.”

 I cannot believe it has been almost three years since BA was taken over by FNB!! Some folks are missed very much :( 


But nevertheless it was awesome to catch up with some of my best-est work buddies :)



Annapolis Bancorp!

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Believe

| Saturday, August 30, 2014
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I am very positive person. I always try and look for the best in everything, but sometimes it’s easy to get bogged down in negativity. If you’re working towards something it’s hard to not let the doubt creep in. You can find you end up asking yourself ‘Is this the right thing to do?‘, ‘What if I do all this hard work and I don’t get the desired outcome?‘, ‘What if all this is in vain?‘. But I figure if you’re working hard for something then it’s got to be something you really, really want, so keep on focusing on the joy if and when it does all come out your way.
When I was thirteen, I couldn’t wait to be eighteen. I thought I'd know it all by then - have all the answers and that prized freedom. When I was twenty one, I planned to be married by age twenty-five with two kids. I'll always smile to myself when I think about how time changes things. And when I turned thirty I made a list of as many goals as I had in years hoping by my 33rd birthday, I'd accomplished them all.

Then a funny thing happens about the time I turned thirty three people start asking about marriage and kids and houses. And I' had begun to worry about savings, retirement, and health insurance. I'd start spending my money with more conscience.. short term sacrifices for long term gains, right?

Then comes a point where I sometimes start to compare my 32 years with everyone else’s. I wonder if I'm on the right track because it’s different from all the people I am surrounded by. I've start going to my friends’ weddings and buying baby gifts for second birthdays and suddenly I realize I am at the exact age that seemed so far away just five years ago.


I’ve always liked including myself ( maybe because I do look young too ;)) in the 25 something category...growing up, but not quite grown up. You’re an adult, but still recognize that you’re part kid. I’ve enjoyed the navigating of adulthood and all of my new first time experiences, a new job, my first ‘grown-up’ paycheck, my first house & car.. growth!

But it seems like the older I’ve gotten, the more aware I’ve become of my short-lived stay in the ‘twenties’ and the pressure to fit the mold of all of the rest of the thirties.. I’ve started to think about how easy it is to become controlled by our age and the expectation of what your age signifies to everyone else, who cares about me. They have an expectation.. almost a timetable of how old I should be by the time I graduate, buy a first house, get married, have kids... start my retirement. Suddenly it seems like there are all these benchmarks to meet, even when they don’t match the goals you are trying to reach..

 My grandma once said; because as easy it is to forget, you’re free to do what you want with your life. The problem is, that can be quite the responsibility, to live your life the way you want to, rather than they way you are expected to especially if that means taking a big jump and especially when that jump may feel like a free fall! Maybe it means - quit your job and go back to school, get married or don’t.. end a relationship that no longer serves you, move away or move back home... become a different person... whatever it may be it is now the time to say goodbye to all of the things that have kept me stagnant and keep moving forward.. In the journey, one thing I always tell myself is to slow down and breathe in.

Believe

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Date :Saturday, August 30, 2014
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Aadat si hai mujh..

| Saturday, July 12, 2014
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Tumne hi toh kaha tha na Reetu, buri aadat ko chodne ke liye ek acchi aadat ki zaroorat hai... Tum thi meri acchi aadat!
I'll Be Waiting (Kabhi Jo Baadal) - Cover by Arjun 

You're beautiful
You criminal
Girl you took everything from me
Can't let you go
Like a general
I'm going into battle cause...

You stole the breath from my lungs
Cut my veins, bleeding love
Oh I still remember that scene..
Cuz I can see the tears running down your cheek
I can feel your body so close to me
I can hear the rain dropping at your feet
Cuz your love was gone

(Koi nahi.. Mita de sabhi..)
24x7, I will be waiting

Out in the rain till somebody saves me
Don't care if it takes forever to make you believe
Kabhi jo baadal barse
Main dekhoon tujhe aankhein bharke
Tu lage mujhe pehli baarish ki duaa

It's like a gun shot went straight through me
Stopped my heart from beating
No - won't let you get away
Cuz I can see the tears running down your cheek
I can feel your body so close to me
I can hear the rain dropping at your feet
Cuz your love was gone

Kabhi jo baadal barse
Main dekhoon tujhe aankhein bharke
Tu lage mujhe pehli baarish ki duaa
Tere pahloo mein reh loon
Main khudko paagal keh loon
Tu gham de ya khushiyaan
Seh loon saathiya

You're killin me
You're bad for me
So why do I feel such ecstasy?
Do you believe
In you and me
How do I stop this jealousy?

I'll never stop fighting till you're with me
I built a castle and you're my queen
Just give me a chance to make you believe it again
24x7 I'll be waiting 

Out in the rain till somebody saves me
Don't care if it takes forever to make you believe
Cause you've got to believe it...

Kabhi jo baadal barse
Main dekhoon tujhe aankhein bharke
Tu lage mujhe pehli baarish ki duaa
Tere pahloo mein reh loon
Main khudko paagal keh loon
Tu gham de ya khushiyaan
Seh loon saathiya..

It's like a gun shot went straight through me
Stopped my heart from beating

No - won't let you get away..


Aadat si hai mujh..

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Contralateral?

| Monday, March 24, 2014
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Only to a certain extent are we prisoners of the past. The present sets us free. We can shape it to our liking, and we had better start thinking about how we would like it. "Past is Past ,we should look ahead into the future" - you may have heard the echoes of these kind of para-phrases many number of times in the past and you will find it rheoteric in the imminent future as well.

As an enthusiast of unraveling the mysteries of the brain, I know one thing for sure, we cannot annul the past.The brain activates itself based on the information which is impregnated in the neurons spanning our neural network. The past experiences are stored in the "damn memory" with the aid of the incorrigible neurons.The input to this infallible process comes to the brain from the all saddistic senses.


A whole network of guerillic neurons are activated by the electrical signals to recognize an event, person, object or feeling. That is why when we come across a partial set of stimuli which we experienced in the past, we get to have the "pleasure" of reminding the past to ourselves. There are stimuli which are almost certainly not to happen in the rest of our life. May be, we could be salvaged from such deja-vu's in the future.

Then, there is also the other kind, those which created the most remarkable impact in your life.The distinguishing part is that, it might have been a part of everything which might have been inseparable from you.We could always get the laudable aid of the imperishable artifacts, music, stereophonic names, blended events, dodgy calendar, polyphonic tunes and what not. Even if we can manage to find some courage to annihilate them we cannot evacuate the damn data in the neurons.We can pretend the absence of the omnipotent stimuli around us.We are caught up in the prison of the past. It can be apparently denied but not defied.

Contralateral?

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Date :Monday, March 24, 2014
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At Ease

| Sunday, January 26, 2014
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We all have to learn different lessons in life. IMO - everyone come into our life for a reason. At the same time, each person has to come to their own realizations on their own time. This is also known as karma. However you view it, when we adopt a broader view, we're able to get out of our limited thinking.

Reason - Somehow, the thinking/researching/sharing/learning process of the purpose of life or my existence is somehow like food to me. Like the favorite food that has the capacity to stimulate the appetite, prompt me to eat more of it, and motivate me to pursue it. Through the course of it, the excitement of having found something that answers my deepest questions is unbound. Naturally, like a person in love, I wanted to share this love with everyone, especially my friends/family and closed ones. Hence it disappointed and frustrated me when they did not share that excitement. It took years for me to see the bigger picture – they have decades of conditioning behind them which might be standing against the concepts of spirituality that are very commonplace for us now. Though it is very common in India to have grown up with terms like karma, past lives, etc., these are “conditions” taken for granted, rather than conditions that can be consciously influenced. This understanding still feels as strange to them(excluding my western friends) as having cornflakes for breakfast.

Problem - One good example that I can put forth here is My Parents and their Married Life. It(Marriage)is often a status quo. While our parents may have got along very well (irrespective of whether the marriage was arranged or out of love) in our childhoods, as they begin to get old, they begin to reminisce a lot. Whether it is because of menopause, or a constant sense of a past weighing them down all the time, or simply a physical condition translating into irritability, parents can get into fights where they might bring up old issues and buried emotions that had no room earlier. It can destroy our perception of them as being “ideal” parents having an ideal marriage even if we are exposed to our friends’ families falling apart. It can disillusion us and leave us confused. I know I went through (still do) hell in my mind struggling to choose the right from wrong of my parents doing.

Understanding - The mirroring theory is the most artistically at work here. I’ve often observed that if there is even a single thought wandering in my subconscious against my decision to break a paradigm, it will get projected in their thinking. Like it or not, parents exist in the same thought field as you and are more sensitive to picking up thoughts from this field, especially when one is defensive or in conflict about a decision. Clean up your thinking and they certainly respond. Secondly, the goal of acting on something we deeply care about and the goal of rebelling against authority can sometimes get mixed up and the consequences can be very messy. To ensure that what you feel like doing is only for your sake, and not for the sake of proving something to your parents takes absolute courage – because it demands your total honesty to yourself. Ages ago when I was not ready to realize the depth of it my grandma (mom's mom) had wisely pointed out that this is where guilt can be a precise pointer –when there is guilt, the act almost always is being carried out as a rebellion against something rather than rising from a heartfelt intent. Thirdly, acknowledging the conditioning that worrying = good parenting in the realm of unconscious parenting. The only way I’ve found that has worked around this is to casually bring up the discussion and being a willing and open listener, providing a safe space for them to voice those fears out for themselves.

Practice - Parents have often rushed through life – through their careers, babies, investments, taking care of our schooling, then college and marriage and now the train of doings seems to have halted abruptly. Often things may have gone unexpressed between them at various points in time due to various reasons. Now the emotions and memories seem to be catching up. When I learnt to relate this way, their disruptions and issues didn’t seem personal to
me (even if I happened to be the subject of those conversations). I stopped interfering and just watched. These are two people working out their soul’s journeys with each other. Why interfere?” I remember my grandma saying. When they ask me to take sides, I check within if I can give them an authentic, balanced viewpoint. If not, I just tell them frankly that I don’t know what to say and won't be the best to judge either. To put in your confusion along with a train of emotions for “working it out” is to add to the mess.

Continuation - Maybe it is always best to give everything its well deserved time. But always remember, in the path of consciousness, parents are our biggest mirrors. At one point life asks us to stop viewing them as just caretakers and changes our roles into caregivers. For some this happens very early. For some, the change happens and takes us by surprise. Either way, the final step is to grow out of the roles and start viewing them as two unique individuals you are born to, so as to work out our lessons together with them. It is indeed a defining moment when you learn to love and be there for them as if you’ve completely chosen it, rather than as a chore or running in a default mode. While becoming a parent undoubtedly has its rewarding moments (which I have only heard about second hand), transforming into a conscious person in their midst unabashedly has beautiful rewards. And this I can tell by first-hand experience. The grass is definitely green on this side.

At Ease

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Nonpareil!

| Tuesday, December 31, 2013
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"Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence. " William Blake


As I was watching Neeya Nana - a Tamil talk show on Star Vijay TV. I could not help but relate that to the Matrix  - which I have watched more than 10 times (literally)!!

Getting back to Neeya Nana - this weeks topic was - why do we (current generation of Indians) break up ( from a relationship)? It was a very insightful and interesting topic to understand the mindset of young adults in India for me. As I was watching it, I pondered about our idea of our thoughts and our sense of who we are. And I just can't not think of what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to.”  In the first few scenes of Matrix, Morpheus describes the "real" world as "the desert of the real". By this, he means that there is nothing real about the real world at all, that everything is a copy of a copy with no original, no ultimate underlying reality. There is no intrinsic meaning outside of what we give it, that the world is essentially meaningless and machine-like, chugging along mindlessly in its own self-perpetuating elaborations. No choice, just action and reaction. This is, as I understand it, pretty much straight-up Postmodernism.

 "There is nothing new under the sun." - Jean Baudrillard

A simple understanding how the geology of the planet is continuously recycling itself will revel. There is no such thing as an "original" continent. The entire crust has been thrust up and dragged back down into the earth's interior more times than anyone can count. It's like a boiling stew. Every rock, every bit of sand, every molecule of water has been broken apart and reassembled countless times. There is literally nothing new, nor, for that matter, original. Hence, the idea that Life has an Ultimate Meaning does not hold . This has meaning relative to that, and this has purpose in the context of that, but this and that together have no external reference......no context in which to take measure. Life at once cannot be contained in meaning. This is not the same as saying life is meaningless, because to say "meaningless" is to assign negative meaning. It is more accurate to say that it is inherently free of either meaning, or absence of meaning.


Wachowski Brothers (the creators of The Matrix Trilogy) are telling us that we exist in a swirl that has neither beginning nor end. It operates on many different levels, but its inherent limitations are the same regardless of which level you take it on. What we call "the world" is nothing more than a machine. It has rules, but no purpose. It isn't "going anywhere". It just is, and it is perfectly happy to be what it is. But we on the other hand fail to realize it, letting emotions clog our understanding of reality. It seems; this is the ultimate cosmic purpose, no matter how gloriously conceived, is a nightmare scenario where everything is bound, subordinated, and ultimately reduced to that purpose alone. It is the absolutizing of relative and contingent purpose, the fraction consuming the whole. 

Poetically speaking, all I can see is endless free-play. This free-play has pattern and rhythm that in human experience has a basic feeling tone of ever-rising, or Joy. There is superabundance. As William Blake said "Energy is eternal delight". There is within given relationships, such as "me and my world", deeply valued meanings, but if these meanings becomes absolutized and fixed, the unconditioned joy giving rise to the whole picture goes into eclipse.  The world in eclipse is an endless reaching for lost Joy, one compensation after another.


It's the "under the sun" part of the "nothing new" clause that becomes all important at this point. You'll recall that Neo's name in the Matrix is Thomas Anderson. The name Anderson comes from the Greek andros, or man. This makes Neo the "Son of Man" - it is the search in us that constitutes our true identity. And when we identify with it, we see the world as it is, and that truth gives us the freedom to make our own choices, instead of being slaves to the Law of Cause and Effect. The truth sets us free. It delivers us from the Wheel of Karma, from samsara. Instead of "through a glass darkly", we now see the world face to face. "When the doors of perception are cleansed, we shall see the world as it is...infinite." - William Blake

Nonpareil!

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It's all 3!!!

| Monday, December 16, 2013
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Wow, another year has raced away and I've learned that racing isn't just about paces or times - it's about enjoying the MOMENTS to celebrate the ACHIEVEMENT! and so here we are again.. another year older, another year wiser.. another year of trying to read, trying to write, trying to blog.. and another birthday.



Thinking over the course of the past year, I have grown and learned a bit more in my 30s...yea I don't fret when sharing my age - most  bouncers still tend to ID me at the entrance!

I am thirty-three years old.. man what happened to being 20? There is something almost comical in birthdays, because you know that time is passing- every day is another number, and after 28 or 30 or 31 days its another month, another season.. and before you know it an entire 365 days has passed you by. The funny part is that we continue to both loathe and love that day, each year its exciting because the number of years that your on earth changes and yet its just like any other day. Yet, there is something magically wonderful about your birthday day. I don't know if its just me but I couldn't help but be happy and giggly and cheery today.

This year, I got my first birthday wishes from my 4 and a half year old nephew that went something like "Haappy Birthday Jegan Mama" ... are you going to buy me a big spider man? :))) I loved how he wanted me to get him a big Spider Man on my birthday.. so cute, so innocent. I LOVE THEM!!

It  is only 8 a.m and I already got wishes from people I would have never expected!! .. Id say its turning out to be a wonderful birthday.

I hope anyone else who shares my December 16th birthday is having as awesome a birthday- day as I am..

Thanks to my mother for bearing the strength to bear me for 9 months and give me life 32 years ago.. I am here to enjoy this day! LOVE YOU AMMA & APPA too :)


Thank YOU all for continuing to visit, comment, and chat with me across social media. 
I *heart* you all!

It's all 3!!!

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Journey home!

| Sunday, November 17, 2013
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My religious upbringing has had a great deal of influence on the spiritually inclined man I am today and I am very grateful for that. If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? If I don’t tell you my religion does it mean I don’t have one? Do I have to say the word “Rama” or “Jesus” or  "HaShem" or “Buddha” or “Allah” to mean the same thing? Isn’t language a man-made construct that artificially limits a meaning to make it more digestible? Does the word “love” fully encompass its infinite variations? If I don’t say the word “love” does it mean I don’t love you? If I can’t put it into words does it mean I don’t feel it? Does it make it less real?


I don’t need a religious text to tell me it feels right to be good to other people. I don’t need a person in a robe to tell me when I’ve done something wrong. I don’t need to choose sides when people kill each other because they use different words to describe the indescribable..


No one wants to make the wrong choice especially if it means burning in a fiery pit for eternity. If you still want to know which religion I am: I am a Hindu-by-choice. I like that term. If you think of the countless people born and raised in a given religion, many of them practice half-heartedly or not at all by the time they are adults. People who seek and embrace a spiritual path on their own tend to be very devout in their practice. When something is just given to you you tend to take it for granted, but when you earn it on your own with much effort it tends to be very precious to you. I am fully convinced that I was led to the dharma. It found me. The Universe willed it.

'And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.' -  Paulo Coelho

Journey home!

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Things I Do / Don't Know..

| Thursday, August 8, 2013
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Change - Evolution - Perspective - Underneath it all my core remains the same:

I don't know why bad things happen... I don't know why
we go through what we go through sometimes...
I don't know all you are feeling right at this moment..
I don't know exactly the right words to tell you..

All I do know is...

Believe it or not, I know that
I'm not always the easiest person in the world to get along with, deal with...
There are times when I'm moody, and no matter what you do or say, I'll find fault...
I know that, at times, I push you to the point where you feel that you just can't win and you wonder what you could possibly be doing wrong...
Well; I've got news; it's not you, it's me.
I just can't understand what someone as wonderful as you could see in me, and I get scared.
I'm afraid you'll suddenly see all my flaws and fall out of love with me. I know it's no excuse, but those times when I'm the most difficult are definitely the times I'm loving you the most...
I know I can't bear the thought of life without you, so I am trying and and trying and I do love you more than anything else in this world.

Things I Do / Don't Know..

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WTH?!

| Wednesday, May 1, 2013
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I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will be as one  ~ John Lennon

I just didn't know what else to say but WHAT THE BLOODY HELL!!!? As I was scrolling thru my daily routine of Google news. I came across this: 5-year-old boy shoots 2-year-old sister in Ky.

I am aware that the gun-nuts reaction to this statement would be "Guns don't kill people. People kill people" And I'll stay up all night to argue otherwise except in this incident alone only because this 5 year old was taught how to use a deadly weapon, but not about it's real danger and the permanence of death. The gun was KEPT loaded and accessible to an unattended boy, age 5, who is innocent, no matter what happened.

It seems people these days have this low level of mental awareness, lack of intelligence, and generally neglectful behavior than to be permitted to own guns. How many you ask? At least one, and that is TOO MANY!


But yet what does our law says; we need more guns in the hands of people like these parents, so that in case the tyrannical government comes after their guns, they can shoot each other before the tanks arrive!!

I personally am convinced that it is a sin to claim that people who are diagnosed as mentally ill need more help to prevent gun violence. It is nothing but a huge cash cow for the stunningly powerful and wealthy lobby groups for therapists.

To begin with, people diagnosed as mentally ill are not statistically more likely to be violent. It is especially amazing that this is the case, because increasingly, when someone is charged with a violent crime, therapists are brought in to diagnose them as mentally ill, so there is an apparent but actually artifactual (alleged), increasing correlation of being diagnosed with committing violence.

So, do we assume people who are upset, bereaved, frightened, etc., by life events as mentally ill? No. Only by a therapist's diagnosis! It is crucial to be aware of the fact that to reduce violence, we cannot allow the money of the NRA, the drug companies, and the mental health lobby groups to dictate what we do! Period!!!!

"Imagine all the people living life in peace" and "Nothing to kill or die for. - John Lennon









WTH?!

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Vishwaroopam

| Saturday, January 26, 2013
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More than, the ban of Vishwaroopam, I have become a little tired of the efforts for "high production value" in recent years. It seems like many Indian, especially south film making "pundits" see this as meaning "special effects" more than anything else. The number of movies that are just high quality works with good actors and a strong plot and few extra, unneeded frills seems to have greatly decreased in the last couple of decades.

Good movie, specifically cinematography is not just about ‘eye‑candy’, but about giving substance and meaning to what’s on screen, using technology, skill and artistic expression.  It’s not even just about careful framing and high production values: matching up ‘moods’ and ‘feels’ is arguably even more important. And Vishwaroopam is one such movie with outstanding cinematography & audio-graphy brought together in a brilliant way by Dr. Kamal Haasan!

Vishwaroopam

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Life of Pi

| Tuesday, December 4, 2012
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The book was called un-filmable not only because of the technical challenges but because the way the story plays out; there are large portions where nothing significant happens and how do you keep expressing what a boy is feeling. However, master filmmaker, Ang Lee brought it alive on the big screen and in a way one couldn’t imagine. Life of Pi is not only visually stunning but is a deeply moving film that despite all the technical wizardry is far from the usual holiday blockbusters.


For those not aware of the story, Life of Pi is about a 13-year old Indian boy, Piscine Molitor Patel aka Pi, from Pondicherry (now Puducherry) who is born a Hindu but is also Muslim and Christian. He believes in God and sees a kind soul in everyone… even wild animals. He loses his family in a ship-wreck and finds himself in a lifeboat with some cargo from his father’s zoo – a zebra, an orangutan, a hyena and a tiger (Richard Parker). The rest of the story is about his amazing journey, survival and faith in God.

Life of Pi is full of questions that the movie does not seek to answer. While we might want a filmmaker to plant a flag, point to a path, Ang Lee gets the viewer to do the soul searching. Ravishingly gorgeous visuals are embedded in an electrifying saga that tests human endurance and is anchored in bonding with other forms of life. This bonding that occurs at the level of the soul (Pi believes animals have souls you can connect with), and if one does not believe in soul, than the bonding that occurs through the senses. When Richard Parker walks off unceremoniously into the jungle, towards the end, Pi laments, “All of life is an act of letting go, but what hurts is not taking a moment to say goodbye.”


This is a story about life, in every one of its forms, real and imaginary, and life can hardly ever exist, without the presence of other life. In Pi’s journey, the ocean sparkles. This is a story of transformation where a child becomes a man, first dealing with fear, then thirst, then hunger, threats from a hyena, then a fierce will to survive, loosing his rations in yet another deadly storm, unpredictability of the ocean, his face-off with the tiger and then his acceptance of the companion on board. In the end, he sums it up, “my fear of him kept me alert and tending to his needs gave me purpose”.

Indeed, why must we believe that reality is limited, when we have not experienced all of reality and from all the perspectives? Perhaps the senses are heightened or the reality is different at a certain altitude or in the middle of the night the ocean sparkles with phosphorescence, in an unimaginable way. After all, our experience with life is at such an infinitely small scale anyway.

Michael Danna’s background score is beautiful and reminds you a bit about his earlier Indian outings like Monsoon Wedding and Water. Among the actors, Suraj Sharma as Pi has done a fine job for a debutant and shows great promise as an actor. Tabu as Pi’s mother is as graceful as ever but I wish she had a few more scenes. Like her, other actors including Gérard Depardieu, Adil Hussain, Rafe Spall and Irrfan Khan have small roles but all just right. The real star of the film however is Richard Parker, the computer generated tiger. He is so real, so majestic and so beautiful; like Pi, you develop a bond with him and feel disappointed with his indifference. I absolutely loved the movie and encourage everyone to see it at least once!

Life of Pi

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Date :Tuesday, December 4, 2012
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Ebay + PayPal = You are a Moron!

| Saturday, June 30, 2012
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EBAY is nothing but a horrible piece of CRAP! All they are is a search engine and they think they can charge sellers for listing an item then charge the seller about 10% for what the final sale price is "Final Value Fee (FVF)". On top of that they charge a fee of almost 10% for what I charge for shipping! WTF is that!

On top of it all eBay owns PayPal and they charge around 3% of the total sales cost. Do the math. After they take 13% of my money and not all that is mine because I have to ship (materials + time + travel+ cost) they are charging me though PayPal on the money I paid them on the FVF (Final Value Fee)

SCREW EBAY!!! This site is a joke!

To make things worst; the feds are cracking down to charge tax on PayPal users!! While eBay is holding sellers payments for almost a month.


eBay, once one of the mightiest dotcoms is now just a stupid company trying to fleece the punters. eBay shafted everyone back in January with their new fee structure 1,2,3. But that’s old news.
Like it or not, eBay is providing a service which you are under no obligation to use and they are free to charge what the hell they like, if you want to use it.

That said, here’s my beef.

Fees = L(x) + S(y) + P(y+z)

I recently sold an item on ebay for $35. Yippee!

However, here is the bill:
Listing fees 0.88
Selling fees 2.88
PayPal fees 1.58
Total fees  5.34

$5.34 commission on a sale of $35, that’s pretty steep at around 15%. But, I don’t really have a problem with that per-Se. The problem is really the way that is it done. The total fee of $5.34 is charged quite sneakily: firstly, it is split into three small fees, so psychologically it doesn’t seem that bad.

total fees = listing fees + selling fees + PayPal* fees!!!!!!
*eBay owns PayPal

I much frustrated at the fact that the final fee is NEVER mentioned in any correspondence. After you have sold an item you get an email saying “You’ve sold your item on eBay”, but there is no mention of the fees that you now owe them!

Even within the newly redesigned “my ebay” they are not AT ALL upfront about selling fees and how much you have paid to them. This information – should you decide you want to know what you have paid them – is hidden away deep inside your account details (“my account -> my fees -> view recent fees”).

Transparent? No.

Do they really think that no one notices these things?

Ebay + PayPal = You are a Moron!

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Date :Saturday, June 30, 2012
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Time and again...

| Monday, March 19, 2012
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My blog/writing is special to me – almost as important as are my photographs, because they’re memories I can rely upon when my mind begins to fail me..Though in recent times I have been very occupied in a few other things in order to get my F&L on track putting this passion of mine on the back burner.

As in the past I always come back to it; I’m weird with relationships. I think I know what I want, and then I run. I think I run because I’m scared. I’m scared that I might get hurt. Or maybe I just haven’t found someone who I know is worth being hurt for. I am not scared of the dark. I am scared of what’s in it. I am not afraid of heights, I am afraid of the pain of falling. I am not afraid of people around me, I am just afraid of rejection. I am not afraid to love, I am just afraid of not being loved back, and I am not afraid to try again, I am just afraid of getting hurt for the same reason.


I have been reading some very interesting books lately and the one that comes to my mind now is Love Is Letting Go of Fear by Gerald G. Jampolsky; Imagine there is a bank account that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening, the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course? Each of us has such a bank. Its name is time. Every morning, it credits you with 86.400 seconds. Every night, it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft. Each day, it opens a new account for you. Each night, it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against “tomorrow.” You must live in the present on today’s deposits. Invest it so as to get it from the utmost health, happiness, and success. The clock is running. Make the most of today. I do not believe in Destiny/Fate as matter of fact I will go on to say that destiny is for losers. It’s a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.

Just remember this; It starts with a dream. Add faith, and it becomes belief. Add action, and it becomes a part of life. Add perseverance, and it becomes a goal in sight. Add patience and time, and it ends with a dream come true. So go on and start your dream today as I have been dreaming...

Time and again...

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Date :Monday, March 19, 2012
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ME!

| Wednesday, February 1, 2012
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Thought of the day -
Life is short. This could be all we have. In a flash, I could be dead and gone.Why waste the only time we have trying to impress people? Why spend it trying to make people like you? If you like me, you do. If you don't, you don't. It's crucial to be yourself. As a matter of fact you can only be yourself as everyone else is taken!





ME!

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Cruise!

| Sunday, January 8, 2012
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I have just returned from a cruise – I hope you didn’t miss me too much. The cruise in question was a 1-day trip to NY from B'more.

I have to confess that cruise trips have never appealed to me greatly, not least because it sounds so middle aged! The other problem, of course, is that cruises are so darned expensive, but this problem was allayed by my employer scoring me a remarkable deal, so I was out of excuses. Hence, I gave it a go!

The ship is huge. I knew that cruise ships were huge, but until you actually get right up to one you really don’t appreciate just how huge they are. I mean, it was massive! Not so much a floating hotel as a floating city. And actually I had a pretty good time. I will be posting pics and more detailed post soon :)

Cruise!

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Date :Sunday, January 8, 2012
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Renewing

| Tuesday, December 6, 2011
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Aruna gazed out over the Arabian Sea, feeling the faint breeze against her face - eyes shut, the white sand warm between her bare toes. The place was beautiful beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief she felt as she remembered the last time she had been here.

She had married Ram right here on this spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple, yet elegantly embroided purple saree, miniature red roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Aruna had been happier than she had ever thought possible. Ram was even less traditional but utterly irresistible in creased cotton dhoti and a loose white cotton shirt. His dark hair slightly ruffled and his eyes full of adoration as his looked at his bride to be. The Vaishnav Guru read their vows as they held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying in a five star resort in Mumbai of India. They had seen the years blissfully stretching ahead of them, together forever. They planned their children, two she said, he said four so they compromised on three (two girls and a boy of course); where they would live, the traveling they would do together - it was all certain, so they had thought then.


But that seemed such a long time ago now. A lot can change in just a few years - a lot of heartache can change a person and drive a wedge through the strongest ties, break even the deepest love. Three years to the day and they had returned, though this time not for the unconventional beach side marriages but for one of its equally unpopular quickie divorces.

Aruna let out a sigh that was filled with pain and regret. What could she do but move on, find a new life and new dreams? - the old one was beyond repair. How could this beautiful place, with its lush green coastline, eternity of azure blue sea and endless sands be a place for the agony she felt now?


The man stood watching from the edge of the palm trees in the Sagar Upavan Park. He couldn't take his eyes of the dark-haired woman he saw standing at the water's edge, gazing out to sea as though she was waiting for something - or someone. She was beautiful, with her slim figure dressed in a loose flowing cotton dress, her crazy hair and eyes not far off the colour of the sea itself. It wasn't her looks that attracted him though; he came across many beautiful women in his work as a freelance photographer. It was her loneliness and intensity that lured him. Even at some distance he was aware that she was different from any other woman he could meet.


Aruna sensed the man approaching even before she turned around. She had been aware of him standing there staring at her and had felt strangely calm about being observed. She looked at him and felt the instant spark of connection she had only experienced once before. He walked slowly towards her and they held each other's gaze. It felt like meeting a long lost friend - not a stranger on a strange beach side park.


Later, sitting at one of the many restaurants in the city, sipping the local chai they began to talk. First pleasantries, their hotels, the quality of the food and friendliness of the locals. Their conversation was strangely hesitant considering the naturalness and confidence of their earlier meeting. Onlookers, however, would have detected the subtle flirtation as they mirrored each other's actions and spoke directly into each other's eyes. Only later, after the small talk had had its loosening effect, did the conversation deepen. They talked of why they were here and finally, against her judgement, Aruna opened up about her heartache of the past year and how events had led her back to the place where she had married the only man she believed she could ever love. She told him of things that had been locked deep inside her, able to tell no one. She told him how she had felt after she had lost her baby.

She was six months pregnant and the happiest she had ever been when the pains had started. She was staying with her mother as Ram was working out of town. He hadn't made it back in time. The doctor had said it was just one of those things, that they could try again. But how could she when she couldn't even look Ram in the eye. She hated him then, for not being there, for not hurting as much as her but most of all for looking so much like the tiny baby boy that she held for just three hours before the took him away. All through the following months she had withdrawn from her husband, family, friends. Not wanting to recover form the pain she felt - that would have been a betrayal of her son. At the funeral she had refused to stand next to her husband and the next day she had left him.

Looking up, Aruna could see her pain reflected in the man's eyes. For the first time in months she didn't feel alone, she felt the unbearable burden begin to lift from her, only a bit but it was a start. She began to believe that maybe she had a future after all and maybe it could be with this man, with his kind hazel eyes, wet with their shared tears.

They had come here to dissolve their marriage but maybe there was hope. Aruna stood up and took Ram by the hand and led him away from the restaurant towards the beech where they had made their vows to each other three years ago. Tomorrow she would cancel the divorce; tonight they would work on renewing their promises.


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Renewing

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Date :Tuesday, December 6, 2011
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