Sunday, August 23, 2009
Himachal Pradesh
I have seen a very strange thing that is their cultural taste, the objects they use, their colors, their forms. These are so so advanced that I can say they were one of the most developed cultures of the world. And the most beautiful thing is, they are still very near to that.
While staying their for a longer duration, I asked a local village person if he or other people there would be interested to start any industry there, he frankly denied. I found them so contented genetically, culturally.
Living in the close proximity of nature, isolation from urban development gave them a meditative environment. They evolved so beautifully. This may be partly due to their self sufficiency. They are least dependant on their neighbor places, each unit residing on geographically recognizable unit is independent till large extent that least does it depend on others.
Another important factor, some very very small villages are so beautiful, even more beautiful than known tourist spots - they are beautiful in all ways because tourists or people never bothered to stay or interact there. I really thanked God that we or they could not reach there. And you will not believe they are so so beautiful - their trees with their angles, their grasslands, their homes, so natural, I believe for centuries, I saw consciousness dancing there, arranging everything visually, visually so beautiful, I was just hanged to them, so much so virgin those places were even I once thought before walking over those pieces of land.
Mostly these places are on the way to higher mountain areas, they emerge suddenly and artists will find those inspirations so inspiring, I have no words to describe, all that I can say we are so so fortunate that those beauties and cultures are still surviving and more happily I can say people would never stop or stay there as they are very small and amidst this huge beauty it makes no sense to stop and stay there (that too, only for beauty). Thank God it make no sense. Those beauties are, as it is as they were, as beautiful.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Not good
Monday, August 10, 2009
The Good Looking Teachers: Old vs New
Saturday, August 8, 2009
plant A TREE and INFORM ONE PERSON to PLANT A TREE
But the way she was hitting the instrument with one hand with five fingures was amazing
Monday, August 3, 2009
a beautiful analogy for 'what is time'
Yes, i could never write about ultimate mysteries
it was my innate, days old passion to write about ultimate mysteries
of death and time,
what is time, i invented a beautiful analogy
it says, there is a reel of (consciousness) when passes against the sunlight of mind, produces the movi of 'what is happening' before one's eyes.
One end of this reel is past and the other is future. It is unwinding from future to past.
And amazingly this is possible to 'get into' this unwinded 'future' and see the content of the reel.
changing suddenly brings breath of joy,
of thinking and lots of thinking,
about
philosophy of everything, how plants grow, why one behaves in certain way, how things can be simpler, and a lot many things,
I think our existence is nothing but the thinking, our life revolves around thinking, we breathe thinking and breathe out thinking
And this thinking is related with our performed actions,
And mind somewhere feels good or bad,
changing suddenly brings breath of joy,
without any reason.
I am breathing happiness, change is life
I am little surprised what is making happier these days. Nothing unusual happening except that i am unwinding my old routine,
I have started seeing life, out of routine,
I simply enjoy the work, unroutined, i have intoduced some new things,
I have some sleep in daytime, I work late till 1 am,
Changing routine or change in life brings happiness, perhaps change is life, itself.
a beautiful day
This was a beautiful day, except that weather is humid. Everything else was beautiful.
Recently i have intorduced a new practice, puting my kitchen platform clean, at the end of day working at home. It is very beautiful.
I never washed bartan all my life. But start doing makes one loving that art. I have developed loving this underrated work as well.
I am surprised.
Expression, What ab those who are less privilaged, Expression
We see, think and express. We can not escape form these 3 fundamental things.
So what is writing. It is a simultaneous input , processing (thinking) and output process.
Experience of it makes one artist, of expression. That is writing.
One of the most fundamental art. Since man came into existence.
What ab those who are less privilaged.
I have also to become artist of expression. Master of these 3 processes.
I am a very fast processor. All that i need is expression.
Expression.
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मुझ से कहती है
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मंजिल तुम
तुमसे
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