I by chance came up with a very good(or so i think) analogy while having a conversation with my parents. Although the conversation is personal :P:P ... i would sure like to share the analogy as i think it applies to quite a lot of things.
I asked my parents to imagine a situation when in a lonely jungle with a lot of grass, there are only two animals. A sheep which can run very fast ... and a lion. Now naturally the lion wants to hunt down the sheep and eat it while the sheep wants to run away. Whom would you call a villian in this situation. The obvious answer they gave was lion... coz he wants to kill the sheep. I agreed ... but then i asked them to look it from a different point of view. Isn't the sheep mean, to run away when it is obviously the only food that can keep the lion alive. Th lion cant survive on grass... its his biological need to eat meat. So in a way no one is wrong... each one is trying to do their job..
Its the lion's job to hunt down the sheep .. and it is the sheeps job to run away... its just the way nature is designed .. no right no wrong... The best both can do is keep doing their jobs best they can ... but not have any hard feelings by realising that the other too has a role to play....
think about it.... it applies to a lot situations around us today.... :)
I post lyrics of songs on the blog quite a lot. They all have some things in common. They all are english songs, they all are songs i relate to in some way. But this time both these things are missing. I dont relate as such to this song from "Oye Lucky, Lucky Oye" but the song is something which i have never heard before.
Its in a way a multi mood song :P. If you want to feel happy with it you can ... if you want to feel romantic .. it will bring you the face of your lover.. .if you look at the humor in it .. it will bring a smile on your face... and if you want to feel sad ... it might just make you shed a tear. I simply love the blend to the folky voice and "iktara" sound with the techno type sounds.... AWESOME. People who were involved in creating this track must feel so proud. i just hope someday i could create something so good....
Well here are the lyrics .. along with some of the translation (might not be accurate:P). It is basically the conversation b/w lord shiv and parvati after paravati proposed to him ... really superb... i know i keep saying this ... but then again it is :
Tu Raja Ki Raj Dulari, Main Sirf Langote.., Aala Su.. ) - 2
Bhang Ragad Ke Piya Karu Main, Kundi Sote Aala Su
Tu Raja Ki Raj Dulari, Main Sirf Langote, Aala Su
Bhang Ragad Ke Piya Karu Main, ( Kundi Sote Aala Su ) - 2
Tu Raja Ki Chhori Se, Mere Ek Bhi Daasi Dost Nahi
Chal Tu Shawl Odhan Aali, Mhare Kambal Tak Bhi Paas Nahi
Tu baagan Ki Koyal Se ,aade barf pade Hari Ghaas Nahi
Kis tariya dil Lage Tera, Satran Chaul Prakash Nahi
Kise Saahukar Ke Byah Karwale,Saahukar Ke Byah Karwale
Main Khaali sote Aala Su
Bhang Ragad Ke Piya Karu Main, Kundi Sote Aala Su
Tu Raja Ki Raj Dulari, Main Sirf Langote, Aala Su
Bhang Ragad Ke Piya Karu Main, ( Kundi Sote Aala Su ) - 2
Main dhuna me tapa karun, tu aag dekh ke darr jagi
Rakh ghol ke Piyaa Karu Mera, Bhag Dekh Ke Dar Jaagi
Sau Sau Saap pade reh gale me, Naag Dekh Ke Dar Jaagi
Tane Julfo aala Chhora Chaiye, Julfo aala Chhora Chaiye
Main Lambe Chote aala Su
Bhangh Ragad Ke Piya Karu Main, Kundi Sote Aala Su
(Tu Raja Ki Raj Dulari, Main Sirf Langote, Aala Su
Bhangh Ragad Ke Piya Karu Main, Kundi Sote, Aala Su ) - 11
Meaning :
You are the beloved daughter of the king, i am just a monk who wears a langot - 2
I drink bhang from crushing using a kundi sote (some kind of tool)
You are a kings daughter .. i dont even have friends ...
you walk around wrapped in shawl... i dont even have a quilt...
You come from garderns where koyals dwel.... only snow falls here .. no green grass..
how will you manage to spend time here... there is no light in my house...
you should marry some rich guy... - 2.. i am just a monk who wears langot
i drink bhang......
i usually stay in smoke... you will get scared on seeing the fire...
i drink ashes.... you will get scared on seeing my destiny....
hundreds of snakes dwell on my neck .. you will get scared on seeing the snakes..
you need a guy with locks... i just have a chhoti ...
i drink bhang......
Finally just one last time.. AWESOME SONG
Its in a way a multi mood song :P. If you want to feel happy with it you can ... if you want to feel romantic .. it will bring you the face of your lover.. .if you look at the humor in it .. it will bring a smile on your face... and if you want to feel sad ... it might just make you shed a tear. I simply love the blend to the folky voice and "iktara" sound with the techno type sounds.... AWESOME. People who were involved in creating this track must feel so proud. i just hope someday i could create something so good....
Well here are the lyrics .. along with some of the translation (might not be accurate:P). It is basically the conversation b/w lord shiv and parvati after paravati proposed to him ... really superb... i know i keep saying this ... but then again it is :
Tu Raja Ki Raj Dulari, Main Sirf Langote.., Aala Su.. ) - 2
Bhang Ragad Ke Piya Karu Main, Kundi Sote Aala Su
Tu Raja Ki Raj Dulari, Main Sirf Langote, Aala Su
Bhang Ragad Ke Piya Karu Main, ( Kundi Sote Aala Su ) - 2
Tu Raja Ki Chhori Se, Mere Ek Bhi Daasi Dost Nahi
Chal Tu Shawl Odhan Aali, Mhare Kambal Tak Bhi Paas Nahi
Tu baagan Ki Koyal Se ,aade barf pade Hari Ghaas Nahi
Kis tariya dil Lage Tera, Satran Chaul Prakash Nahi
Kise Saahukar Ke Byah Karwale,Saahukar Ke Byah Karwale
Main Khaali sote Aala Su
Bhang Ragad Ke Piya Karu Main, Kundi Sote Aala Su
Tu Raja Ki Raj Dulari, Main Sirf Langote, Aala Su
Bhang Ragad Ke Piya Karu Main, ( Kundi Sote Aala Su ) - 2
Main dhuna me tapa karun, tu aag dekh ke darr jagi
Rakh ghol ke Piyaa Karu Mera, Bhag Dekh Ke Dar Jaagi
Sau Sau Saap pade reh gale me, Naag Dekh Ke Dar Jaagi
Tane Julfo aala Chhora Chaiye, Julfo aala Chhora Chaiye
Main Lambe Chote aala Su
Bhangh Ragad Ke Piya Karu Main, Kundi Sote Aala Su
(Tu Raja Ki Raj Dulari, Main Sirf Langote, Aala Su
Bhangh Ragad Ke Piya Karu Main, Kundi Sote, Aala Su ) - 11
Meaning :
You are the beloved daughter of the king, i am just a monk who wears a langot - 2
I drink bhang from crushing using a kundi sote (some kind of tool)
You are a kings daughter .. i dont even have friends ...
you walk around wrapped in shawl... i dont even have a quilt...
You come from garderns where koyals dwel.... only snow falls here .. no green grass..
how will you manage to spend time here... there is no light in my house...
you should marry some rich guy... - 2.. i am just a monk who wears langot
i drink bhang......
i usually stay in smoke... you will get scared on seeing the fire...
i drink ashes.... you will get scared on seeing my destiny....
hundreds of snakes dwell on my neck .. you will get scared on seeing the snakes..
you need a guy with locks... i just have a chhoti ...
i drink bhang......
Finally just one last time.. AWESOME SONG
This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
-Steve Jobs
Stanford 2005 Graduation Speech
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
-Steve Jobs
Stanford 2005 Graduation Speech
I drink good coffee every morning
comes from a place thats far away
and when i'm done i feel like talking
without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
what is closer to the truth
but if I lived til I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
no longer moved to drink strong whiskey
I shook the hand of time and I knew
that if I lived til I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
Face that dances and it haunts me
with laughter still ringin in my ears
I still find peices of your presence here
Even even after all these years
I don't want you thinkin that I don't get asked to dinner
cuz I'm here to say that I sometimes do
and even though I may seem like I'm down
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
If I live til I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
comes from a place thats far away
and when i'm done i feel like talking
without you here there is less to say
I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
what is closer to the truth
but if I lived til I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
no longer moved to drink strong whiskey
I shook the hand of time and I knew
that if I lived til I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
Face that dances and it haunts me
with laughter still ringin in my ears
I still find peices of your presence here
Even even after all these years
I don't want you thinkin that I don't get asked to dinner
cuz I'm here to say that I sometimes do
and even though I may seem like I'm down
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
If I live til I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you
A: Do you believe in fate?
B: NO!
A: Why?
B: Because, i guess i dont like the fact that i am not in control of my life
I am sure its from a movie, but cant remember which. However today if A exists... B is ME
P.S.: I think i like my posts without the titles....
B: NO!
A: Why?
B: Because, i guess i dont like the fact that i am not in control of my life
I am sure its from a movie, but cant remember which. However today if A exists... B is ME
P.S.: I think i like my posts without the titles....
A wonderful realisation
Someone today said a thing which brought me a great sense of relief... and i dont know why
"Our mind is incapable of creation, its only function is to react. We can never create a scene, a poem or a play.... we can only react in our own style to things going on around us."
"Our mind is incapable of creation, its only function is to react. We can never create a scene, a poem or a play.... we can only react in our own style to things going on around us."
Softly Now,
You owe it to the world
And everyone knows that you're my favourite girl
But there's some things in life that are not meant to be
I'm not meant for you and your not meant for me
Here's to our problems
And here's to our fights
Here's to our achings
And here's to you having a Good life
From Me
Good Life
Softer Now,
You owe it to yourself
And don't think that you will be left on the shelf
Cause there's someone for you and there's someone for me
Like me you'll meet them eventually
Here's to your lover
And here's to my wife
Here's to your children and here's to you having a good life
From Me
Good Life
Baby Baby Baby Baby
Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby
Louder Now,
You've lost all your pain
You're married with children and happy again
And now I'm regretting the move that I made
Fatal mistakes are so easily made
Enough of my problems they only cause fights
Forget that I rang you
And promise you'll have such a
Beautifully happy and painlessly romantic
Good life
From Me
Good Life
You owe it to the world
And everyone knows that you're my favourite girl
But there's some things in life that are not meant to be
I'm not meant for you and your not meant for me
Here's to our problems
And here's to our fights
Here's to our achings
And here's to you having a Good life
From Me
Good Life
Softer Now,
You owe it to yourself
And don't think that you will be left on the shelf
Cause there's someone for you and there's someone for me
Like me you'll meet them eventually
Here's to your lover
And here's to my wife
Here's to your children and here's to you having a good life
From Me
Good Life
Baby Baby Baby Baby
Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby Baby
Louder Now,
You've lost all your pain
You're married with children and happy again
And now I'm regretting the move that I made
Fatal mistakes are so easily made
Enough of my problems they only cause fights
Forget that I rang you
And promise you'll have such a
Beautifully happy and painlessly romantic
Good life
From Me
Good Life
"The thing is... we dont have to hate each other for getting older ... we just hav to forgive ourselves for growing up"
-The wonder years 4X01 Growing Up
-The wonder years 4X01 Growing Up
"The purpose of life is to end"...remember this?
i believe "The purpose of life is to find a reason to end... a reason WORTH ending"....
i believe "The purpose of life is to find a reason to end... a reason WORTH ending"....
I hope one day i can pray again... pray like when i was a child... convinced that someone is surely listening to what i have to say....
Thousand roads and one band
Making the trip of all times tomorrow
See what they play and tune along
Body aint you baby, the you is what counts
And when those paths are crossed
We will know the destiny
Round about the circle it will complete
I just hope its different from the beginning
I wont go to time machine to change it all
Only thing I would ever invent is a pause button, for me … if not for all
You would say its easier to just rewind
But it will again reach the end sometime
Making the trip of all times tomorrow
See what they play and tune along
Body aint you baby, the you is what counts
And when those paths are crossed
We will know the destiny
Round about the circle it will complete
I just hope its different from the beginning
I wont go to time machine to change it all
Only thing I would ever invent is a pause button, for me … if not for all
You would say its easier to just rewind
But it will again reach the end sometime
“All Love stories are same “. Here is what it means. You cannot make someone hear the sound of love, or cook a dish to taste it, You cant blow a wind that would make them feel the special touch, nor write a poem with love as the rhyme. To each person it’s a separate feeling, linking to someone, bringing a feeling of utter simplicity, as if it were the most obvious thing. And all the rest of the stories feel the same to him. But why do people keep writing these romantic stories then. If your neigbour lights a candle, you may not be able to feel the warmth, but you might just be reminded of that flame inside you…..
Staring of in the space
The twinge under the nose, the dampening of the eyes
I know this too well, I know it somehow
I pray again, to keep me this sane
Because I know, I will be back there again
The twinge under the nose, the dampening of the eyes
I know this too well, I know it somehow
I pray again, to keep me this sane
Because I know, I will be back there again
Its very difficult to let go of the other… but then again perhaps the answer is in its simplicity. You would feel like a flow once its done, enjoying every twist and change of direction rather than feeling it as a bump or a writers block
Simply one word for the following passage one of my friends sent me.... "EXACTLY"
BEING IN TWENTIES - SOMETHING WORTH READING
It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.
Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.
You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. You want to settle down for good because now all of a sudden that becomes top priority. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.You begin to think a companion for life is better than a hundred in the shack and for once you would not mind standing tall for that special someone which otherwise you had never thought of until now.You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!
What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Send this to your twenty-something friends... maybe it will help someone feel like they aren't alone in their state of confusion...
We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."
BEING IN TWENTIES - SOMETHING WORTH READING
It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.
You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.
You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.
Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.
You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.
You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. You want to settle down for good because now all of a sudden that becomes top priority. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic.You begin to think a companion for life is better than a hundred in the shack and for once you would not mind standing tall for that special someone which otherwise you had never thought of until now.You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!
What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Send this to your twenty-something friends... maybe it will help someone feel like they aren't alone in their state of confusion...
We call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."
Tell her not to go
I aint holding on no more
Tell her something in my mind freezes up from time to time
Tell her not to cry
I just got scared thats all
Tell her Ill be by her side, all she has to do is call
Tell her the chips are down
I drank too much and shouted it aloud
Tell her something in my heart
Needs her more than even clowns need the laughter of the crowd
Tell her what was wrong
I sometimes think to much
But say nothing at all
And tell her from this high terrain, I am ready now to fall
Tell her not to go
I aint holding on no more
Tell her nothing if not this; all I want to do is kiss her
Tell her something in my mind
Freezes up from time to time.
I aint holding on no more
Tell her something in my mind freezes up from time to time
Tell her not to cry
I just got scared thats all
Tell her Ill be by her side, all she has to do is call
Tell her the chips are down
I drank too much and shouted it aloud
Tell her something in my heart
Needs her more than even clowns need the laughter of the crowd
Tell her what was wrong
I sometimes think to much
But say nothing at all
And tell her from this high terrain, I am ready now to fall
Tell her not to go
I aint holding on no more
Tell her nothing if not this; all I want to do is kiss her
Tell her something in my mind
Freezes up from time to time.
I remember the time ... when i enjoyed this feeling .. the feeling of not knowing what lays ahead... it was exciting ... it had possibilities... and more importantly it gave my dreams a breathing space.
But for last few days it seems impossible to get back that feeling. It almost as if ... without realising i have to choose ..... between the life that has been programed for me and that uncertain future. And this time its for real. ITS REAL ... more than i culd have imagined.... its a decision i will only shot at. and slowly i see that breathing space for my dreams fading away.... and thats the thing i am most afraid of ... losing that hope... hope of change... hope of geeting what i want... I cant even tell a person i love about my feelings because i am afraid of bieng snacthed of that illusion that at a perfect moment wuld come when i wuld do that... I heard of a line in this movie that would feel the situation very well.... "A real loser is the one who is afraid of even trying because he might loose"..... but isnt it possible that he is afraid because that dream ... that illusion is so dear to him.... maybe others who get the courage to try .... know that they can handle losing their dream... maybe its not what they really really wanted ... maybe for them there are other options
Even today i believe.... i wuld not live a common life.... i would NOT let go of my dreams .. my ambition .... and this belief is so thin now.... that i fear it might break at any moment.... and i can hear myself shouting
WHY CANT I BE DIFFERENT
WHY IS THERE ALWAYS THAT GUILT FEELING ... that i am doing something wrong... that this not what others expect out of me ... that this would not impress someone i wuld like to impress.... time and again and again and again..... perhaps its true .... HUMAN RACE is born to be misreblle.... EVERYONE ..... People just say things like....
"Life is Unfair".... "grow up .... its real world now".. and this world is mean ... it has no respect for other person .... and i cant understand why ..... i know that one day my reaction to these same questions wuld be .... thats how world is .... but today in this brief moment when i have let myself go .... i scream here .... NO IT CANNOT BE .... IT CANT BE LIKED I DIDNT IMAGINE IT TO BE .... its my way .... my way ...IT HAS TO BE MY WAY .... and i will make it my way ...... one way or another....
But for last few days it seems impossible to get back that feeling. It almost as if ... without realising i have to choose ..... between the life that has been programed for me and that uncertain future. And this time its for real. ITS REAL ... more than i culd have imagined.... its a decision i will only shot at. and slowly i see that breathing space for my dreams fading away.... and thats the thing i am most afraid of ... losing that hope... hope of change... hope of geeting what i want... I cant even tell a person i love about my feelings because i am afraid of bieng snacthed of that illusion that at a perfect moment wuld come when i wuld do that... I heard of a line in this movie that would feel the situation very well.... "A real loser is the one who is afraid of even trying because he might loose"..... but isnt it possible that he is afraid because that dream ... that illusion is so dear to him.... maybe others who get the courage to try .... know that they can handle losing their dream... maybe its not what they really really wanted ... maybe for them there are other options
Even today i believe.... i wuld not live a common life.... i would NOT let go of my dreams .. my ambition .... and this belief is so thin now.... that i fear it might break at any moment.... and i can hear myself shouting
WHY CANT I BE DIFFERENT
WHY IS THERE ALWAYS THAT GUILT FEELING ... that i am doing something wrong... that this not what others expect out of me ... that this would not impress someone i wuld like to impress.... time and again and again and again..... perhaps its true .... HUMAN RACE is born to be misreblle.... EVERYONE ..... People just say things like....
"Life is Unfair".... "grow up .... its real world now".. and this world is mean ... it has no respect for other person .... and i cant understand why ..... i know that one day my reaction to these same questions wuld be .... thats how world is .... but today in this brief moment when i have let myself go .... i scream here .... NO IT CANNOT BE .... IT CANT BE LIKED I DIDNT IMAGINE IT TO BE .... its my way .... my way ...IT HAS TO BE MY WAY .... and i will make it my way ...... one way or another....
Thank you GOD....
Just a passing thought in the daily travel to office ...
Thankyou GOD .. for this ability to forget ... for I know those special moments are rare .. and we would rather forget the rest...
BUT
more importantly .... Thank you GOD for this ability to forget... so that we may relive those special moments again and again whenever we are reminded of them...
P.S: watched my valfi video last night :P:P
Just a passing thought in the daily travel to office ...
Thankyou GOD .. for this ability to forget ... for I know those special moments are rare .. and we would rather forget the rest...
BUT
more importantly .... Thank you GOD for this ability to forget... so that we may relive those special moments again and again whenever we are reminded of them...
P.S: watched my valfi video last night :P:P
DID YOU HAVE THIS DREAM??
Everyone knows that we don’t really remember our dreams in most cases… the analogy often used is that they are like sand in your hands … the harder you try to keep it the faster it slips away …. but sometimes I feel they tend to strike back in some completely unrelated moment… or so it seems…. One such dream I realized I had…. And not once too … many times …. Is where under different setups (meaning … sometimes from a field… sometimes from a balcony… sometimes from my hostel room …)… I start running and just take off in the air… as if it was the most obvious thing to do …. And its not like I am soaring in the sky … its just that I start floating… exactly like one would feel while floating in water… I start floating towards the place I wanted to go in my dreams …. But the problem is .. even though initially it feels very obvious … the moment I over think the fact that I am floating … I fall down … and it seems impossible to do it again …. No matter how hard I try .. how hard I run… and just a moment after I give up and stop thinking about it …. I realize my feet is off the ground….. and this time that joy of floating is much much more…. This time I am able to cherish the feeling it actually gives… its pure .. unadulterated… 100% happiness…. Nothing more …. Nothing less…. And I just keep rising ... and so does the feeling…. As I reach very high in the sky … its almost like I know whats gonna happen next …. Do I dread it .. sire I do … do I know what its gonna feel like… I do …. Am I fond of that .. HELL NO…… but still … this time I just know…. And perhaps just knowing whats gonna follow … makes it a different experience …. And u would have guessed too … I start falling … fall like a rock … faster and faster … and I get that gudgudi feeling in my stomach that I cant control …. And BAM like any hindi movie scene … I wake up as soon as I hit the floor…..
After I realized I had this dream … my first reaction was … wow .. this would look cool in a movie … u just keep running and start floating … not in a super human kind of way .. but like it is the most obvious thing to do …. And this picture came to my mind of a book I had when I was kid … it was adventures of peter pan …. Sure my dream didn’t involve pirates and fairies … but somehow I felt that the way the 3 children flew away was exactly the same … maybe even the author of that story had some similar dream and jyst that he extended it in to a fairy tale story with his talent…. And I am stuck here just writing a blog about it ….
(I first ended the blog here … but I am tempted to write the following)
A Theory: Dreams are just invisible dvds floating in the air … that our mind cum dvd player can read once we are asleep …. And after viewing the dvd we throw it back into air … which then might travel to wherever the wind might take it ….
But one thing is for sure …. These dreams are actually better than real movies…. Much much better …. Movies show you the incident… dreams make you feel them … I cant stop thinking about that feeling …. I am a man of limited vocabulary … but I think even if I had the words .. it wont be possible to describe adequately …..
The REASON
I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You [x4]
I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you
I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You [x4]
I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you
NOT YET
Recently we had our valfi… a function … or a party… or better still a ritual that marks the end of an era. Almost everyone for the last whole semester was waiting for it… I on the other hand was dreading it. I feared that it wont be like I imagine it to be. That something somewhere will go wrong… and this special day will be lost. I feared that I wont get a good slot …that I wont be able to tell everyone, everything I always wanted to… that somewhere someone will be hurt by what I might say. I feared that it will be like that movie that everyone praises... and you can then never enjoy it because of those expectations…I even tried to organize a pre-valfi nite... just in case...
But I culdnt have been more wrong… Everyone I wanted was there… I told everyone what I wanted to…. Hugged each friend one last time… cried .. and cried out loud… got into a mood of saying goodbye to everyone … felt close to every person that mattered. But still even after what will be called tending to perfect valfi … I still dread those hours … even after 4 days … and that is something I cant get of my mind… It is just a moment ago that I realized what the problem was… It was never a matter of .. who was there… what I said… what everyone else said about me… how did I feel … how brilliant the video was.. how perfect the profile was… the only problem was that doing all that… going through that experience meant accepting the fact that its all over now …. Accepting the fact that the reset button of life has been pushed … and I will have to start over and leave behind all that is here today….
Maybe I am not just ready for that…. Not this time…Not yet
COMMENTS PLZZ
To whom so ever it may concern....
NO actually its better to say Dear frnds ...
I need some help from you for a script :D:D.... and the topic is no other than "love"... sounds lame i know, but then i cant help it ... it is quite exciting and i have never written a love story.
Now the task at hand is that i would like you all to comment on a few questions listed below... plz think for moment, think about somethign related to your life connected to that question, and then answer. My thanks is the only incentive i can offer you for this help.... but the best answers 'might' get a treat at CCD ... no just kidding .....
But seriously ... plzz answer these it will help me lot
- Do you think that all love stories are almost the same... or each one is diffeerent
- Do you think ... love can be as fleeting as for half an hour
- Do you infact believe in the word defined love.... or do you think its more of you find someone compatible with you
- What does it feel like bieng in love ( AGAIN i will clarify its not a YASH RAJ productions:P)... you can use as much creativity as you like:P
- Can you fall in 'love' more than once in your lifetime......
- This one is very imp. : imagine a person likes you .... you know it but dont share the same feelings.... somehow you are stuck ina romantic situation.... that other person............. says he/she would like to kiss you .............. What would be your first thoughts........... not what will you say ....... but what will be the first thing going on in your head......
- Also anything else you would like to share on this topic
Just to clarify .. this is actually for a script ... and asking for everyones comments is just another crazy idea from my head ... because many a times i feel .. that whatever i write is very much related to what i know and feel rather than about the people whom i will FORCE to read it and appreciate it ...:P ...
waiting eagerly
Golani
To whom so ever it may concern....
NO actually its better to say Dear frnds ...
I need some help from you for a script :D:D.... and the topic is no other than "love"... sounds lame i know, but then i cant help it ... it is quite exciting and i have never written a love story.
Now the task at hand is that i would like you all to comment on a few questions listed below... plz think for moment, think about somethign related to your life connected to that question, and then answer. My thanks is the only incentive i can offer you for this help.... but the best answers 'might' get a treat at CCD ... no just kidding .....
But seriously ... plzz answer these it will help me lot
- Do you think that all love stories are almost the same... or each one is diffeerent
- Do you think ... love can be as fleeting as for half an hour
- Do you infact believe in the word defined love.... or do you think its more of you find someone compatible with you
- What does it feel like bieng in love ( AGAIN i will clarify its not a YASH RAJ productions:P)... you can use as much creativity as you like:P
- Can you fall in 'love' more than once in your lifetime......
- This one is very imp. : imagine a person likes you .... you know it but dont share the same feelings.... somehow you are stuck ina romantic situation.... that other person............. says he/she would like to kiss you .............. What would be your first thoughts........... not what will you say ....... but what will be the first thing going on in your head......
- Also anything else you would like to share on this topic
Just to clarify .. this is actually for a script ... and asking for everyones comments is just another crazy idea from my head ... because many a times i feel .. that whatever i write is very much related to what i know and feel rather than about the people whom i will FORCE to read it and appreciate it ...:P ...
waiting eagerly
Golani