http://anujna.blog.co.uk/en-EUMokoFeed10http://anujna.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/d3/2fbc9b3f6061b6ecc0a86a9a8000c2_160x200.jpghttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/06/26/silence-4365740/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2008-06-26:/2008/06/26/silence-4365740/Thu, 26 Jun 2008 08:52:54 +0200 <p>Loudness is gaudy…overwhelming at times when overdone but if you drown yourself in silence…even the silence can crush you…</p> <p>Silence can be as illusive as loudness. Too much of silence is a violence in itself….it kills by lack of sound, lack of life.</p> <p>Silence is a response….a violent response to unanswerable loudness.<br> Loudness cannot be fought by more loudness…it becomes chaos. If you really want peace…use the violence of silence…it is a lethal tool….too vague to fight against.</p> <p>I have never seen loudness win over silence. Every act of loudness consumes great lot of energy. As the energy exhausts, loudness wanes off. And what is left to the eternity? Silence.</p> <p>When I found this…it was frightening…but more you start ruling the silence it starts obeying you. It is a tool...keep it a tool. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/06/26/silence-4365740/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>violencesilencephilosophyhttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/06/26/silence-4365740/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/05/23/the-rainmaker-4212602/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2008-05-23:/2008/05/23/the-rainmaker-4212602/Fri, 23 May 2008 16:31:21 +0200 <p>The evening suddenly turned dark, and the wind behaved supercilious. It seemed he would rip away the life….But he brought life with him. He brought the rain.<br> The clouds careened in the sky, pushing into each other, to take their place on the grand stage.<br> I was looking up to the drama… waiting for the master to come on the stage…with his lightening leash, slashing across horizons…. Seems he did come..But…remained behind the veil of clouds…not ready to reveal his glowing face. He is refusing to see me….<br> It rained lightly throughout that evening. And then the night slept cool, tired breeze flowing into it, taking the exhaustion away…. Till the day brought scorching heat and dry, hot blows of wind. Back into the summer mood it plunged. Busy day started…no time to think about the rain, about the moisture…..Waiting for the evening once again I gazed into the glaring sky.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/05/23/the-rainmaker-4212602/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>rainseasonsnaturehttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/05/23/the-rainmaker-4212602/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/04/26/give-us-your-light-4097954/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2008-04-26:/2008/04/26/give-us-your-light-4097954/Sat, 26 Apr 2008 15:57:42 +0200 <p>Some days back I had been to "Maharshi Smarak". It is just around the corner of my college, a small but very proud building in stone. Old pitched roof on steel trusses and stone piers holding it up. The surrounding garden wipes all other bustle of life away… It is a place to remember him, the man who walked on this land with a vision of thousand years.<br> He believed and lived by principles way ahead of his time. And by his grace today I exist here. It is monument to Maharshi Karve the founder of an institution that has spread to educate thousands of girl students into brighter lives.<br> That day I just walked out of my schedule and decided to go there. Not many people visit the place usually. It is always secluded and silent. Cool stone texture touched my feet and I was home…for blessed once with this century’s old man I was home.<br> There is a small figurine of his. And next to him is the memorial of his wife, Baya Karve. She had insisted to have a tulsee (sacred Hindu plant) planted over her memorial. And there it stands reminding us the story of humble soul mates that changed the world.<br> They brought light to ignored corners of the world. They gave the best to the world that denounced and outcast them.<br> The Karve institute started with a small hostel school for girls. My grandma is student of Balikashram, the ancient hostel school of the Karve’s.<br> I feel a double stranded bond with this institute, as today I stand in front of the same man, part of his family widening everyday.<br> I am part of the generations that will always be thankful to him.<br> We thank him for the courage and honesty he lived by. We thank him for the compassion and strength of heart he possessed. We thank him for inspiring us and giving us the right nourishment and safety in our blooming years…. I love this old man who lives in us.<br> I left a pair of roses out of my bunch at the memorial...hope he knew what i wanted to say to him..... Give us your light so we can light up the dark.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/04/26/give-us-your-light-4097954/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>mksseducationmemorialhttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/04/26/give-us-your-light-4097954/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/04/26/it-is-so-windy-4097889/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2008-04-26:/2008/04/26/it-is-so-windy-4097889/Sat, 26 Apr 2008 15:42:41 +0200 <p>It is so windy today. It must be raining somewhere. Cool showers splashing the all-day heated earth. It smells toxic! And the wind carries moisture of rains from distance. From the fragrant air anyone can feel the rain even on dry evening!<br> I love to watch the wind play with my planters. He brings so much joy and fun in their stationary life. He brings them news from the other corner of the world. He brings them the romance of the entire universe. They look happy when the wind blows through their willowy green spread arms. They dance and laugh with their leaves. The branches rise with the wind, tension in their thin green xylems. And as the wind goes away for second approach, they fall down, low and light. Then again the wind runs in making them dance with his rhythm.<br> You must watch their slow lazy fall after the breeze. It speaks of pleasure and pain, motion and stillness at once. There is lack of voluntary motion and there is request to the wind, to pour the motion in. The leaves talk to him, tell him to reveal his violence, to move the soft greenness, to dance with me. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/04/26/it-is-so-windy-4097889/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>natureseasonsecologylandscapehttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/04/26/it-is-so-windy-4097889/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/01/22/the_winter~3616361/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2008-01-22:/2008/01/22/the_winter~3616361/Tue, 22 Jan 2008 18:42:48 +0100 <p>The winters bring lot of dry crisp air. When the monsoon winds have gone back to their other home across the Indian Ocean, The Indian subcontinent is dry and sunny. Clear sky exudes soft heat to the cold shivering deciduous forests, as the sprawling, lazy mornings get up late everyday…!<br> The mountain slopes are turning sunny gold, as the grassy covers turn dry in crusty wintry air. The deciduous forests are kind though. All of the trees shed their leaves at different time in winter, to keep the forest cover intact through out the rough time. And they result into giving a multicolored cloak to the mountain monks!<br> Silent and sun bright afternoons mark ovals of shade under most of the trees in middle of shining golden meadows. A solitary cow grazes her afternoon away under there, crunching a rare green leaf slowly… Cold winter winds carry the heat far off, soothing her hot dry cow skin…<br> As few hours of noon pass by, chill starts crawling into the evening. Villagers return back to homes as the cold sharp winds shove every one into huddled up villages. Clear sky then gets streaked with occasional smoky line twining from a bonfire. People gather there to pass on gossips as crisp as the winter! And the village dogs decide to rest by the warmth, instead of running mad barking at night.<br> Far away you can locate bright golden fire in forest over the mountain. Dryness of winter sinks into old ancient tree barks and frictions them into a forest fire. Even from far you can feel the unease of wild animals around the fire….<br> There is chilled silence in the starry nights as it grows late and dark…. The rustle of dry wind and occasional wood log crashing into ashes of long died bonfire are the only breaks in continued flow of silent night.<br> The forest, the meadows and the sleeping village is inwardly waiting for the morning, for the sun to rise and warm their chilled insides…<br> A solitary tree standing in a meadow drops its crusty yellow leaf soft and silent like a tear drop in waiting of the warmth…<br> Let there be morning….<br> And let there be light….</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/01/22/the_winter~3616361/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>natureseasonswinterlandscapehttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2008/01/22/the_winter~3616361/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/12/06/the_tea~3403366/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-12-06:/2007/12/06/the_tea~3403366/Thu, 06 Dec 2007 12:00:16 +0100 <p>I hated tea and tea drinkers when I was young. But I made the best tea in the house! I was not even in love with milk. Coffee did not suit my health at all. So I never had addiction to any drink. One day I tasted a flavored tea at the Dorabjee’s outlet. I liked it but it went forgotten. Later my friend made me taste many flavors of tea when I was on college study trip. I fell in love with all kinds of tea very soon.<br> I saw a Chinese movie recently, in which the tea was used as metaphor to the events in the story. And then I realized the tea as not a drink but as one fine thread of our lives. And was exploring the tea to its dark brown depths.<br> It is a very delicate art, making a tea and then slowly savoring it to the last drop! You can make combinations as per your choice of taste and flavor. Even a little thin slice of lime can twist the entire tea experience differently. Local spices, fruit peels, flowers have been traditional ingredients of tea making.<br> Originally a Chinese art, tea making and drinking actually spread wide with the British Empire. Now the British are back to their own pavilion but the milk added tea is rooted deep into us. Many cannot start their day without a hot boiling cup of tea early in the morning. In my house tea is made like performing a morning ritual.<br> In any normal Indian family morning tea is time for many interaction activities, like reading out news from newspaper to every one in the house. Though the news are usually stale, being viewed on TV earlier night! Tea is the time when the entire day is planned out and discussed with the family. Tea is the time to do many things that need to be done quickly before going to work. Like getting mark sheets signed, asking for money for the evening outing planned with friends, long back! This is time when parents are little cheerful, thanks to the drink! And they don’t have time to waste on unnecessary enquiries.<br> Tea is also an essential welcome drink. Any guest here is offered tea at mostly any time of the day!<br> In offices business issues are fought over hot cups of tea, which from scalding hot turn to pale cold, as the heat rises in the discussions instead!<br> Housemaid usually gets the evening cup of tea from her lady’s hands. And sometimes over the tea, the maid shares her life with the mistress. So easily the two are brought to the same level by the little smoking cup in their hands. Sometimes the mistress ends up gifting her “not so old” set of cloths to the maid as the tea gets over. That is rare bonus over the monthly wages.<br> Tea is sold in roadside stalls from very early in the morning. That tea, boiled several times in the same pot has its own class of fans. And it is available very cheap and fast. It is cultural spot of any Indian city. On rickety benches outside these tea stalls college lectures are shared, new gossips are spread. Discussions from philosophy to latest movies can be arranged at very low cost, right here outside the stall in soft early morning sunlight!<br> The tea is common every where but it comes in variety of flavors and various shades of brown from murky to pale. Every tea maker has his or her own style of tea making. Many brands, mixtures, powdered, grains, leaves tea is available in many avatars. Sugared or unsweetened, milky or watery, tea is essential for an Indian!<br> I can as well say that our lives are wound around the teatimes!<br> How is it in your place?</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/12/06/the_tea~3403366/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>lifeteafoodhttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/12/06/the_tea~3403366/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/10/13/the_gold_in_the_fields~3128741/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-10-13:/2007/10/13/the_gold_in_the_fields~3128741/Sat, 13 Oct 2007 11:36:22 +0200 <p>The summers are still not left the Indian continent. We have monsoon rains in summer. Now the monsoon winds have retreated back to the Indian Ocean. Air is hot and dry, very uncomfortably dry on this Deccan plateau. The moist air has given it up to crisp sunny atmosphere.<br> But the mornings and evenings are cool and take away the tiring heat of the day. And the winter is just around the corner. It knocks our doors at night, bringing in chilled night winds.<br> This is known bad weather of the year as long as the city life is concerned. But there out on hills is all season of farewell party. The annual visitors of monsoon are taking leave with last of their bright and colorful flowers. Now they will see each other in next monsoon. Till then have colorful dreams in your hibernation palace under the soft earth cover!<br> The winters would turn the green velvets of hillsides into rich golden blonds. Here on the Deccan plateau we do not have one season of fall for the trees to shed their leaves. Every kind of tree undergoes a makeover on its own preset time. So the forests are never un’green! If one species is shedding, the other is in full lush green attire.<br> And yes each one has a different green of its own, a different orange and a different yellow…..<br> It’s beautiful to roam out on hills on crisp sunny winter afternoons. They are silent except for the soft breath of wind through the silk of golden cladding on the hills.<br> As you gaze down to a village on the hillside, all that you notice is that the hill slope has changed its robes. Now it wears a funny outfit of checkers and patches of fields with neat rows of rice plantation. It is a pleasant site.<br> The crop is about to reaped. And then would be the time for celebration in the old farmer’s house by the rice field. It would be by the time of Diwali that he would have reaped money and food for the rest of the year.<br> Right now he must be looking out to the fields with his head level and proud. This is his creation, his effort that has brought this golden treasure to his doorstep.<br> If the market gives him a hand, this golden treasure can really mean worth gold to him. But the men at the market have never been out on the fields to see this precious site. They would give him few hundreds of rupees in return of the gold he would sell them…. And the men at the market would go back to their cities and throw a lecture on poverty in India…. Unaware of the gold the poor India has spilled over their worthless heads. God bless us… the city men….</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/10/13/the_gold_in_the_fields~3128741/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>ecologyseasonslandscapehttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/10/13/the_gold_in_the_fields~3128741/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/groupwork_iii~2969517/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-09-12:/2007/09/12/groupwork_iii~2969517/Wed, 12 Sep 2007 19:32:21 +0200 <p>The journey of life started from individual existence to the cult.<br> In later period of history, it started running back to the individuality, to cross the limit of individual identity and to identify ourselves as not humans but as forces, the chunks of energy condensed into complex systems of materials.<br> The systems or bodies, with mind and heart as we know them are mere tools to solve the complexity and reach the truth. Hence we must protect, nourish and enhance the tool into a sharper device of sensing the paths that would lead us to the truth, for the device cannot sense the crude, formless and shapelessness of naked truth.<br> This is the stage most of us are in. The age of physical and biological evolutions, though not over, is no more the center of growing future. The physical system of human body is advanced enough to start a newer adventure.<br> So has the era of cults and herds gone. The groups of individuals are required when the basic needs are to be fought for, like the freedom, safety and survival.<br> The groups still exist when men are learning the world of facts, numbers. When that stage is gone, comes the stage of thinking. Here the groups are loosely bound, and only interact while sharing the new findings of the individuals.<br> It is sheer joy of sharing and no more dependency. In this stage men find the basic principles that govern the ways of world. They learn the universal laws that have created the innumerable oceans of facts and numbers they have learnt in previous stage.<br> The journey beyond this point cannot be shared with the cult. Every visionary walked on it alone, whether he liked it or not. This was the part of journey which brought them closer to the ultimate truth. There is no verbal communication possible in this last journey. That is why we have no record of it, no set steps to walk on, and no guide lines to follow.<br> But yes, all these stages do not have sharp boundaries of start and end. This is the general direction in which all of us are moving. Every one is in different stage of the journey. So there will be no common code of conduct for every one.<br> Some need to survive in the cults and groups and some need their solitude. Some would just need sharing individuals and some might have reached beyond any interaction with the world.<br> Nothing is perfect for everything is perfect in different perspectives. The work done by an individual is not comparable to the work done by other individual, nor is it comparable to the work done by a group of individuals. Because each one of them has a different need. So "the perfect" for everyone differs in their respective space time frames.<br> Aha! And it took me such a long time to understand! I will work with others when I will face the need to do so. Or I won't if I don't have to. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/groupwork_iii~2969517/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/groupwork_iii~2969517/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/the_vector_of_life~2969394/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-09-12:/2007/09/12/the_vector_of_life~2969394/Wed, 12 Sep 2007 19:11:41 +0200 <p>We all are born with a purpose. Some of us know it, others do not. But we do the things that we have to do, whether we know them or not. Without that we are not supposed to return back.<br> Back to what? I know not.<br> The journey of evolution starts from a protein strand, the basic unit of life and ends at the level, even more fundamental than that.<br> The protein strand developed into a vegetative plankton cell. Then came the marine plants and other organisms, dependent on the breath of oxygen. They evolved into more complex systems of life, harnessing the crude natural materials into food for their basic needs, invertebrates, vertebrates, monkeys and humans.<br> The more the complex the system, more did it process the nature to make its life comfortable. Humans topped the effort by achieving the most comfortable life on earth. If we look up at the history of human settlements, we feel proud and deserving of all this comfort. But breaking the boundaries of comfort everyday, the humans raced into the unending hunger for comfort.<br> What was the purpose of that entire journey? To be comfortable or something better than that?<br> If we look back once again, it was a journey from individual existence to cult and back to individual again. But it is not to stop at the individuality but progress even further.<br> That is why men always wanted to find the crux of their existence, the force behind all this world of unfathomable complexities. They were never happy being the most comfortable creatures on the earth.<br> Why is it so that more we dig into solving the complexities, they get even more complex? One answer leads to ten more questions? What lies at the end of this journey of questions? Generations of men have died solving this puzzle.<br> Everyone tried to find answer through their own methods.<br> Physicists tried to physically reach the core of the existence. They broke the atom and reached the assumptions and hypothetical theories of quantum physics.<br> Genetic science tried to make some sense out of the great pool of knowledge written in code in each cell of life.<br> The historians are fighting over the pages and pages full of history of universe and earth and humans, to see the truth under the missing links of facts.<br> Some thought that all this effort is mundane and they walked on the path of spirituality. They say that this is the fastest way to seek the truth if you dare to believe and walk on it.<br> Whatever be the path, every one of the pioneer visionaries who trod those unknown paths did find the same truth. One and wholesome and integrated as nothing possible to be "created", but it exists as the timeless, space less, perfection in itself.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/the_vector_of_life~2969394/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/09/12/the_vector_of_life~2969394/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/08/24/the_beach~2864877/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-08-24:/2007/08/24/the_beach~2864877/Fri, 24 Aug 2007 20:20:59 +0200 <p>Sea looks like molten silver spilt over the glitter of wet sand. The reverberating sound of tide rushing to the shore so deep, like a dictum, and yet full of passion. The molten silver attracted by some unknown charmer, rising, approaching, hitting the dark silhouette of rocks and spreading with each blow of sound, helpless....<br> The charmer of the seas, the moon...glows bright against the deep blue plane of sky... The moonshine...falls over the scene like thick icy drape, so solid that you can actually feel its silky texture against the skin in the soft night wind.<br> The glitter of sand, of the water and of the air rises inside you. If you look down at your own body, you can see nothing but the same glow radiating inside.<br> I wish not to return home. I wish not to think of the city and its lights and its crowds... wish not to think of the moment of return to all that....on that small beach on the west coast I stand alone in the rising tide of the Arabic ocean at my feet.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/08/24/the_beach~2864877/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/08/24/the_beach~2864877/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/08/13/the_teamwork_part_ii~2803023/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-08-13:/2007/08/13/the_teamwork_part_ii~2803023/Mon, 13 Aug 2007 20:40:07 +0200 <p>Every process can be disintegrated into small processes. And in a teamwork people have to play there strength, and do their part of it.<br> When you are capable of performing the process all by yourself, you do not need the team to work with. But the team can reduce your workload leaving you to do things you are good at. It also gives you freedom for doing things that you must do for your own satisfaction.<br> This is like hiring an expert on a specific aspect of the process. But people usually want to reduce their work load in order to avoid thinking. It's an escape to not to work, and to exist by depending on others.<br> Such teams survive on one backbone of a true creator. The rest is generally a bunch of parasites, good for almost nothing. The things that they claim to have done, are things anyone could have done. And mostly these are the things that stand as blocks in the path of the creator, who is feeding them all. By being part of his team they get the right to interfere in his work undeservingly.<br> This is the crux of the thing I must be fighting hopelessly against. Till date I could not find the correct shape and size of the enemy. But now I know that the shape is ugly and the size, mighty vast!<br> And yes! It is "not" the teamwork, but the hidden bug inside it! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/08/13/the_teamwork_part_ii~2803023/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/08/13/the_teamwork_part_ii~2803023/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/08/12/team_work~2796633/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-08-12:/2007/08/12/team_work~2796633/Sun, 12 Aug 2007 17:41:02 +0200 <p>For a trial I have been working on a group project which we finished today itself.<br> Being a student you have to do group assignments. And I can do most of them as long as designing is not directly concerned. The research works, case studies are best done in groups.<br> But my root question is, Can an idea or a concept be shared by two minds? Yes, Ideas can be communicated, tested and improved by two individuals but they cannot be created by two minds.<br> May be the team helps you to "improve" your design but can a team "create" a design?<br> Please tell me if anyone knows the answer...</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/08/12/team_work~2796633/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>architecturehttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/08/12/team_work~2796633/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/08/09/architecture_the_almighty~2781811/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-08-09:/2007/08/09/architecture_the_almighty~2781811/Thu, 09 Aug 2007 17:46:06 +0200 <p>• When I draft I feel as if fighting with the blank white spread of the paper, fighting manually, to finally win over the blankness by the thought that rules the paper, gives meaning to it. As if the effort I put in gives some vector force to the paper caught in stativity by the grey lines on the paper.<br> This feeling can never be matched by CAD workings. Yes, it will again be a tool to save effort and be efficient, but drafting manually is like worshipping the God. There is no shortcut to it. You want to do it yourself, manually, taking time, physical and mental effort....to feel the God.....<br> How could this be done in a group? How can you share the feel of ecstasy with people? Can a cult, a herd of men achieve bliss?<br> • There has been a great fight in my mind about the concept of designing in groups, about architects who work as associates. I cannot see it possible. But these associate firms seem to exist and function or rather flourish! Every where everyone is inviting group entries for design competitions, for new projects coming up in the city, for every new venture.<br> When I go to give my name as an individual participant they look at me and ask how are you going to do it alone? If I cannot do it alone, I would rather quit the field than depending on someone else's creativity.<br> • Fighting nothingness by creating something nearing to the perfection in its wake is the most benevolent act we can do to the world.<br> • Could intimacy be part of all aspects of life? Could we feel the same, while producing a new building on the sheets in front of us? Is it possible for us to work for that pleasure of existence and not because we have to work?<br> • Sometimes it sounds very luxurious to think like that. Are we in position to work for our pleasure? What about the responsibilities that life bestows on us? What do we choose in situation where the two clash badly?</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/08/09/architecture_the_almighty~2781811/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>architecturehttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/08/09/architecture_the_almighty~2781811/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/07/28/happy_birthday_amruta~2714542/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-07-28:/2007/07/28/happy_birthday_amruta~2714542/Sat, 28 Jul 2007 05:07:09 +0200 <p>Lots of birthday wishes to my dear friend Amruta. I know her since I started thinking, or we can say I started to look around the world with open eyes.<br> Since then she has been patiently listening to the mad theories I keep digging into! She is one rare pleasurable soul that could support, contradict or improve on my crude theories. We both learnt a lot together. And now we are learning things separately, but inside we know that even if the paths differ, we reach the same home in the end. The brief times when we communicate we love to watch each other reaching the same place but by a different rout.<br> In any corner of the world and at any time of life I will always wish that you stay safe and happy forever. You deserve it!You will earn it!<br> Hope to share lots more adventures with you, Amruta. Happy birthday.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/07/28/happy_birthday_amruta~2714542/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/07/28/happy_birthday_amruta~2714542/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/07/27/thoughtlets~2712547/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-07-27:/2007/07/27/thoughtlets~2712547/Fri, 27 Jul 2007 18:33:17 +0200 <p>These are some of the musings I had while attending a down to root useless lecture in college. Of course it has started with the desperation that these lectures cause! But finally it ended up in a good rulebook for me. Now is time to check them in this space-time that I call reality!<br> • Solitude and peace of mind are difficult to achieve and easy to lose once achieved.<br> • Finding ineptitude at a place of authority is the most depressing situation. Handle with care!<br> • Wrong logic can be fought with the right one but there is no medicine for lack of logic.<br> • How to save time, space and mind from counter constructive authority sitting firmly on your head?<br> • Having food for the need of body and not for the pleasure of mind is very difficult. It requires entire change in the core of your mindset. The mind needs to learn better concepts of its food. And it needs to realize that it has no dependence on any kind of physical food. This is one change that cannot be taught to the self. It has to rise inside. And the same logic runs behind every illusion of physical need that we mentally depend on.<br> • Rules do not discipline people, but responsibilities do. Or... they might discipline people.<br> • The technical procedures and details create a particular space and give certain feel to it. The two have to go hand in hand. Neither can be achieved without the other. The building immediately has a personality- or let us say identity- as soon as it is technically created whether in mind or in material, both equally real and, good or evil.<br> • Things that essentially have to be learnt cannot be taught!<br> • The industrial revolution brought an age of mechanization with its fast pace. Those who kept fighting against it may be wanted the Stone Age man to live in the future.<br> • Any mechanism, technology or tool designed by a human is meant to save human effort wasted on a work, to be used for better and more humanly purpose.<br> • Those who do not identify the better in themselves want to be paid for the same subhuman effort that they keep producing.<br> • Home is not where you physically live. It is the place you are born to live at. The home that you dream has to be earned. The price is not money but your growth towards you as you should be.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/07/27/thoughtlets~2712547/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/07/27/thoughtlets~2712547/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/07/16/money~2647087/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-07-16:/2007/07/16/money~2647087/Mon, 16 Jul 2007 20:26:54 +0200 <p>Money is truly very funny thing. More we run after it, more it runs away. But no guaranty that it will return to you if you stop persuading it! Those who want money keep losing it and those who want to get rid of it, end up with more of it! Some people work day and night and are yet unsatisfied with the money they have and some earn the fortune without much of effort. Some make money out of nothing and some make nothing out of money. For some money is the aim and for some it is a mean to reach their aim.<br> But money can be none of these. It could be a reward earned righteously in exchange of a product born out of your own intellectual or physical work. Not as alms or subsidy but as price of your existence, as your worth. Who will decide the worth? None but the work itself will decide its price. Every penny of it that you earn and spend must be the price of satisfaction you get in return of the transaction. This could be the only way money can be converted into happiness. The thought or dream or just the fact of owning it can not make you happy. So money can buy happiness only if there is happiness in the market to be bought! And by the time you earn money to buy the happiness, you realize the happiness was already with you, all the time!<br> So finally what's the use of everything? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/07/16/money~2647087/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>happiness-moneyhttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/07/16/money~2647087/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/06/19/monsoon_life_reborn~2481016/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-06-19:/2007/06/19/monsoon_life_reborn~2481016/Tue, 19 Jun 2007 15:02:32 +0200 <p>Before the monsoon, here we have custom of cutting trees randomly. The reason is said that the trees obstruct the overhead electric wires and crash on our cars in storms.<br> So the trees have to be cut... entirely.... And only the stubs are left standing like disfigured handicapped figures on the ground. There is an empty hole left on the skyline. Through the hole, you can see more of concrete and more and more of it.<br> ...The nature is still forgiving and creating life out of destruction. The stubs disagree with their disfigured form and sprout new feelers of soft green leaves. Start afresh to absorb the evil breathed out by us and fill the air with fresh smelling life, in return. By the next monsoon coming, the trees flourish in their full blossoms, shooting out of the ground in all directions, the joy of existence... the joy of being able to create life......And at the bottom of their festive foliage is the stub reminding us our defeat....at destroying them... at destroying ourselves ultimately.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/06/19/monsoon_life_reborn~2481016/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>naturehttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/06/19/monsoon_life_reborn~2481016/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/the_fakeer_teacher~2259064/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-05-12:/2007/05/12/the_fakeer_teacher~2259064/Sat, 12 May 2007 21:28:20 +0200 <p>I met a fakeer at the bakery shop round the corner of my house today. He was just as all of them are, imposingly begging money out of your pocket...saying things like the almighty may award you lots of money and progress, to the little shopkeeper boy. The poor boy gave him a couple of rupees. Then this baba turned to me and said a weird thing.... He said that if I honestly try to achieve something, destiny will always back me up.<br> I don't know what all beggars do to touch your chords and make you put your hand in your pocket, but this was something I heard for the first time. It was about trying honestly to get something.....not the usual crap about having good many children and socially acceptable husbands! And that's exact what made me look up to his face.....How can an old fakeer on the road have such a cool and piercing pair of eyes that instead of seeking pity, back your well-hidden innocence up?<br> I never before bothered to look carefully at the fakeers and babas plenty in Indian public spaces. Well! Who does? But this old man seemed to help me rather than begging for it!<br> He could be a professional mind reader and might know how to take money out of people of my age. But he won at that point of time....as I emptied all the change that the bakery-boy gave me in his sharp long fingered palm.<br> Then I could not look at him again. I thought he must be laughing at me.....<br> Now that I can think rationally I tried to recall how much money I could possibly have put on his hand. By the look on the face of that bakery-boy, it must have been quiet an amount....<br> ummm.....I could be that foolish at times? Was that exactly foolish of me? Or the thing he said really deserved the response I gave?<br> I think what he said was exactly what I needed. So the money I might have wasted was the fees for that! Its okay I guess....</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/the_fakeer_teacher~2259064/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>weirdlifehttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/05/12/the_fakeer_teacher~2259064/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/05/01/being_serious_about_life~2192331/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-05-01:/2007/05/01/being_serious_about_life~2192331/Tue, 01 May 2007 18:51:58 +0200 <p>whenever I try to think SERIUOSLY about life, it gets even more funnier! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/05/01/being_serious_about_life~2192331/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/05/01/being_serious_about_life~2192331/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/04/19/the_ultimate_thought~2123019/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-04-19:/2007/04/19/the_ultimate_thought~2123019/Thu, 19 Apr 2007 19:37:56 +0200 <p>While musing on the same thought of thought behind everything,I face this reality!<br> If everything is born out of some thought, a projection of someone's fertile creative mind. Then we all must have been born out of some thought again. Who conceived the ultimate thought of anything existing at all? Who could be thaaat great a thinker? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/04/19/the_ultimate_thought~2123019/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>philosophyhttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/04/19/the_ultimate_thought~2123019/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/04/19/title~2122903/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-04-19:/2007/04/19/title~2122903/Thu, 19 Apr 2007 19:21:49 +0200 <p>This has been said by many many thinkers in past, but still re-invention of the same thought in my frame of space time is like a locus of a complete circle.<br>Well the idea is that, everything we see, hear, touch... percieve inany way, is basically a visible, audible or tangible representation of an intangible thought.<br>umm... make it clear? okay... Let's say I design a building. Initially its just a vauge perspective in my mind. I turn it into a logical usable space. Still its in my mind. Then I put it on paper. I draw up the plans, elevations, sections, views, working drawings and what not.... Now the building is somewhat materializing, yet its not built. Then may be a contractor comes and proceeds with construction. The illusion of the building made by me on small bits of paper, guide him to erect the building. Now what stands on the ground, is made up of lots of steel, cement, concrete, glass & stone. This is more realistic illusion of the thought in my mind! The steel, the cement, the glass has no reason to exist, no reason to get clubbed together, except the thought in my mind. All of it would have been of no use to anyone, if the thought wouldn't have touched it. And yet again the thought remains unoched by all of it....The building can be brought down, the drawings can be torn, yet the thought remains behind..... This is the power of thought. It is the most efficient form of energy. Rather harmless to look at, but it has power to move the world around.<br>This way the thoughts are eternal. They are the forces behind this material illusion of world. Why call it illusion? Because it contains things that are restricted by space and time. The thoughts are not bound by these, and that is why they are eternal. The only reality that really really exists, is the thought behind everything! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/04/19/title~2122903/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>philosophyhttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/04/19/title~2122903/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/03/28/title~1993620/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-03-28:/2007/03/28/title~1993620/Wed, 28 Mar 2007 20:38:39 +0200 <p><a href="javascript:window.open(" title="andhaar datlela."><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/447/1283447_2316cf4a2b_t.jpg" alt="andhaar datlela." vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/03/28/title~1993620/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>graphicspaintingarthttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/03/28/title~1993620/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/03/28/title~1993551/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-03-28:/2007/03/28/title~1993551/Wed, 28 Mar 2007 20:28:06 +0200 <p><a href="javascript:window.open(" title=""><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/448/1283448_5ede4a27bc_m.jpg" alt="" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a><a href="javascript:window.open(" title="glass"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/449/1283449_892649881a_m.jpg" alt="glass" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/03/28/title~1993551/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>artpaintinggraphicshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/03/28/title~1993551/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/03/28/title~1993507/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-03-28:/2007/03/28/title~1993507/Wed, 28 Mar 2007 20:20:05 +0200 <p><a href="javascript:window.open(" title="agnipankha"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/426/1283426_aad8a9e5d5_s.jpg" alt="agnipankha" vspace="5" hspace="5"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/03/28/title~1993507/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/03/28/title~1993507/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/03/28/getting_started~1993263/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-03-28:/2007/03/28/getting_started~1993263/Wed, 28 Mar 2007 19:41:26 +0200 <p>Initially I was confused what to put up on this blog. It's still so difficult to phrase my thoughts in front of all of you! So I'm starting to upload my paintings for a start. Most of it is child art! Some of them are graphics I designed during my college assignments. Few satisfactorily good things out of my portfolio are on the way. This may as well help me to build my own professional portfolio. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/03/28/getting_started~1993263/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/03/28/getting_started~1993263/#commentshttp://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/02/24/title~1799717/tag:anujna.blog.co.uk,2007-02-24:/2007/02/24/title~1799717/Sat, 24 Feb 2007 23:07:18 +0100 <p><a href="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/media/media_item.php?item_ID=1196726" title="logo jpg"><img src="http://data2.blog.de/media/726/1196726_6f859c2a2a_s.jpg" alt="logo jpg" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="102" height="180"></a> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/02/24/title~1799717/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://anujna.blog.co.uk/2007/02/24/title~1799717/#comments