Stories and Stuff!

Watch “Ni Song (ft. Red Indian in a Hat)” on YouTube

Satya — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 08:11:30 +0000

https://www.youtube.com/v/DLEvBw5Pm_I

Glamorous jobs

Satya — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 10:57:34 +0000

In my mind -
lots of money, perks. Travel to fantastic places and stay in luxurious hotels, big office, power, fame.
everyone looking upto you.
Jo main chaahoon woh main paavoon, zindagi main jeet jaavoon, bas itna sa khvaab hai.
Meet awesome interesting people.

wear jazzy clothes

Fatigue

Satya — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 08:07:21 +0000

I’m too tired to move a muscle.
All work remains to be done.
Not enough sleep worrying about a relationship.
Once close friends, then an internal continental scale drift.
Im the one who drifted away from the friends of my childhood and youth.

People would go quiet if I spoke of what was in my heart. I started pretending to be someone that they could relate to.

They stopped mattering to me.

They started noticing that I wasn’t there.

Like how India drifted away from south america and africa and crashed into asia, even while forming the formidable himalayas that kept the Asians out!

I guess I am sad. And lonely. But then who isn’t?

The young ones say – suck it up and stiff upper lip and all that.

If I am sad, so is humanity, if I am lonely so is everyone else.

Some ppl I knew at work used to act like they were tough and problem free and make sure they hurt other people. The bullies we hear are the biggest cowards. Nasty people.

God is everywhere by default but needs to be invited into human minds, or at least attended to.

Minds that deny God or turn away from IT are depressing and joyless and painful to connect to.
And yet prakRti competes with puruSa for the manas.

We bow to that divine prakRti and puruSa. We feel stronger and happier. Things are unfolding as they are meant to.

I wasn’t meant to do much work today. I wasn’t meant to do whatever it is I am unable to do. I was on the other hand, meant to do what it is that I am actually doing. Which is explore my feelings, grieving. Learning to accept that what was goo the day before, painful yesterday is over today.

Chicken Pox for grown ups.

Satya — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 08:39:53 +0000

Take antiviral, anti histamine anti inflammatory, antipyretic and anti biotics for grown ups with vitamin b etc. Plenty of rest. Boiled carrots water, dal water, cooked rice water, and so on in the beginning days. With a pinch of salt.

Black tea with a spoon of honey as often as required.

No tv books comps cell phones etc till the meds are over. (a week). No kharam – red chilli powder. No oil initially.

Acoclivir 400mg. Amoxicillin clavunate 625. Doctor will tell u.

For children medicines are not required.

Silver nitrate cream works better than neem leaves turmeric, sambraani powder smoke, chandan powder, talcum powder, calamine solution etc in adults. (our experience).

Im not a doctor.

Just a patient’s mom.

I think vitamin E and C also help.

Arranged marriages today.

Satya — Sun, 11 Dec 2011 08:18:26 +0000

Speaking only in the urban context, but it is considered hard to find “good girls” today, much the same way mncs complain that its hard to get good hires and iits complain that its hard to get good guys for masters programs.

Girls today are raised to pass exams – as are the boys. And everyone knows that passing exams only qualifies you for a job interview or masters degree interview. It is not a life skill.

Boys and girls receive education about life from movies television books and each other. Hardly anything from adults of the species – who tell the kids to – go study!

One fine day, a “good girl” is married to a “good guy”. Till yesterday she thought chaste, dressed chaste and was respected and praised for being a 20+ year old virgin. Till yesterday, the boy was a pure, studious 25+ year old boy, raised to regard women as sisters and mothers.

Suddenly he has a woman of his own, but she wants to continue to be a chaste virgin, her brain cannot make the switch. Nature isn’t kicking in. Nurture and socialisation dominate. She views married life as unholy.

She wants to fall in love with her husband before the marriage is consummated. But he is no Ravi Teja and she is no Anushka. Both fall short of each others expectations.

One thing I’ve learned about falling in love is that the heart does not pick the “ideal” match.
The heart might pick a curly haired, honey eyed, dulcet voiced penniless artist or rake. Which parents won’t approve of.

So people say that “love matches” end in a divorce because attractive people may not make responsible life partners.

And responsible life partners like Surinder Sawney of Rab ne bana di jodi, hold no appeal for the new bride who possibly wishes to be swept off her feet by a dashing Clark Gable!

In the days gone by, ppl wd have stuck with it, no one expected much. One provided, the other served and like a pair of dutiful Jodu Eddulu They dragged the cart of their responsibilities to children, parents, relatives and society. And if nature granted mutual attraction, the couples were fortunate.

But now we all have expectations of fun and excitement, adventure and something wonderful. We all wish to live first for ourselves. To such an extent that someone like Sri Sri has to teach us the Art of Living!

Sri Rama’s mother Kaus’alya was unhappy that Dasaratha not only married the young and beautiful Kaikeyi but also spent all his time with her.

Unhappy marriages are as old as humanity. It does not matter on what basis the spouse is selected or by whom.

I guess the question is are u going to make the marriage that you have work? Or are you going to keep looking for the right spouse through life? Do “right spouses” exist?

To Africa or not to Africa

Satya — Sat, 10 Dec 2011 17:36:39 +0000

It is a very rare opportunity!

Overwhelmed.

Satya — Sat, 10 Dec 2011 17:30:56 +0000

Ok. I admit I am a perfectionist. But taking care of home, a sick young un, and oneself is seriously very difficult.

Some strangers enter the gates and “open off” the taps causing a huge water loss.

Locking the gates leads to other issues. Couriers never ring the doorbell in the best of times and now with the gates locked, one can forget any service from them.

Even if doorbells are provided at the gates, UPSes will be needed. As things stand, most people just clang the gate and all gates in my neighbourhood sound the same!

In India getting anyone to follow a system is impossible. You can make any rule and ppl will do as they jolly well please.

Life in Bangalore is way way better than the rest of the country and it is pretty bad here.

What to do!

Detachment, in india is the only way. And of course prayer. In some countries they pray for miracles. In some other places they pray for natural processes like rain or health.

In India, you have to pray that your trash gets picked up, water, mail, couriers, gas etc get delivered and so on.

You have to pray that people do their jobs properly and you get your rights. You have to pray that human based systems work!

You have to pray for 24 hours a day for aaaalllll the things needed. And a perfectionist can barely get off her knees from prayer.

You have to do all your karma, and then pray that everybody else, individually does theirs.

Sigh

Satya — Sat, 10 Dec 2011 06:32:41 +0000

One of my young friends wants to get divorced. It it breaking my heart and ruining my happiness.

I can’t bear the idea if all the misery she will have to undergo lifelong.

No generation will learn from the previous ones.

It is a lonely life with so little support, so much humiliation, so much pain and no one on your side.

I guess her marriage feels exactly like this, else why wd she want to get out? Who wd want to leave companionship, support, honour and partnership and even more love?

I guess I feel that outside misery is guaranteed and in a marriage there is hope. And she feels that outside there is hope and in a marriage there is misery.

Perhaps some lives are hopeless whether in or out of marriage because we dont know our self-interest and we don’t know how to improve our lives.

I feel I am being invited to suffer the same misery all over again, and I can’t take it.

Maybe our friendship too will end with her divorce, i cannot bear to “see this movie” again.

I won’t know being dead. All I will ever know is being alive. Yay!

Satya — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 00:21:36 +0000

Death is a system failure of the human body organisation.

Even the brain and heart dont die at the same time.

My body cells have been dying and being born every day. Im not even aware. When I die, different cells will die at different times. The little bacteria atmas and little cell atmas dont leave their bodies at the same time the human atma does. They have their own life span and karma.

In fact my eyes might live longer in another host body.

Lots of old appliances at home have been quietly failing and refusing to start or run. No fuss. No noise. Just stop running. One fine day this body will also, just stop. Most of the apps have lasted way longer than their peers. So maybe I’ll last till I am 120 OR 400 or something. But someday, it will stop. Just like that. And I wont know it. I may know dying, but I will not know death.

A series of happy moments make a long happy life. Thats all it takes.

I won’t know being dead. All I will ever know is being alive. Yay!

Our body as virAT

Satya — Sun, 27 Nov 2011 00:08:26 +0000

Our lives are long enough for our purpose. I think the purpose could be the same for all humans as it is for all red blood corpuscles.

I think that though my red blood cells are a vital part of me, they can serve their fynction whether they are aware of me or identify with me or not.

A benign virAT puruSa, might take care of his health as a good human being might make sure of eating greens and exercising. A person who tortures their own body willingly can’t be its God?

I have no thought or clue to myriad components. If one cell chanted my thousand names, it would be no dearer to me than another that merely served its function.

A blood cell drawn out of my body by a syringe for a test or a mosquito for its baby is no longer me. Even though it has my dna, it does not have my consciousness.

If it had any consciousness, it would know that its body would disintegrate and feed whatever feeds on it. I may avenge it by killing the mosquito or sacrifice it by paying the lab guy willingly, or donate it to another human body to save it’s life.

My clone, my twin or my child do not have my consciousness.

They only have my dna.

I may not value all the cold germs I host and might try eating chemicals that will kill them. I am not God of all the bits I contain. I may actually swallow probiotics.

I continually exchange material with my surroundings. Food, air, energy…

I dont think red blood cells have virtue and sin.

I can’t think that humans have punyam papam either – from a divine perspective. It is entirely related to society.

Good and bad and taboos are rules that bind humans into an organised society that can face its predators and environment better.

It guarantees that we eat and have protection.