Monthly Archives: January 2010

Of Lions in Dreams and Lush Manes

Yesterday I dreamt about lions for some reason. A lion, in fact. As in singular. It was a most singular dream too.

Dreams, they say, mean things. Yeah. So I looked it up. Pretty interesting I must say. And just as you can personally identify with a lot of things as you read your horoscope, I identified with many things in the interpretation too. What an interesting way to pass time.

My city (erm.. if you insist on calling it that) has a zoo, nothing spectacular, but you get to see wild animals that are meant to roam free locked up in small enclosures. If you are philosophically inclined, as you roam around the zoo you can indulge in pleasurable negativities about the cruelty of mankind, how everyone essentially lives in a cage and other socially relevant and masochistic thoughts.

The zoo is now very well maintained as compared to how it used to about ten years ago. Now the monkeys are put in a reasonably big area where they can climb atop trees and snuggle inside polished concrete caves. The lions stretch their paws in a jungle like setting. Huge trees provide ample shade and monkeys peer down from above; some still throwing peanuts at the lions, some others making pitiable imitations of growls and still others who just stand there fascinated.

If you want to know what the meaning of the word “fear” is, look into a lion’s eyes. I did that once. The lion was quite a sickly one, all skin and bones and suffering inside a tiny little cage where it could barely move around.

A gaunt and mangy lion is a sad sight indeed. Completely stripped off the power and strength that is associated with such a majestic creature, the lion look almost harmless. And I, the ever so brave one, indulged in a silly little experiment just to see if I can.

If animals can have a completely bland expression, this lion did. He stood still and cast a really insipid and uninterested gaze at the boring sights outside. I stepped directly in front of this seemingly innocuous creature, starved to almost certain death and locked up behind iron bars.

He didn’t notice me at first. And then he did. He didn’t move, he didn’t have to. He just fixed me with the coldest, most intimidating and most menacing stare that I have ever been subject to in my entire life.

The gaze starts off almost flirtatious at first.

Don’t look away, don’t look away…

And then you realize you are just a piddly little prey. But you can’t look away. The fear that coils in your stomach is like cold, black and slimy eels that slow down your breathing and quicken your heart beat. The pounding of your heart is the only thing that you are aware of and you stand there transfixed and muttering in your mind “oh fuck!”

Then the lion let out a deep, guttural growl. Very low. Just for me. I fled for my life.

The Lion is King. You know why!

Just imagine an adult lion at the prime of its youth tensing for a pounce and you happen to be right in its path.

I think it’s the mane of the lion that makes it such a beautiful creature. The two lions in the movie, “Ghost and the Darkness,” had such lush manes and that is what made them so majestic.

Perhaps this is why (some) men with long hair come across as very strong and powerful. Think about Mel Gibson in Braveheart and Brad Pitt in Troy. I’m biased about Mr. Pitt, but Gibson was a lion indeed in the movie. He even looked like one in certain scenes.

What good is a lion that is tamed and jumps through hoops at the snap of your fingers? There is no more the lion, only an empty shell of what can be.

Human beings are also like lions, I like to imagine. At least some are, I hope.

Some are tamed, maimed, domesticated and made into circus lions that respond to the crack of a whip or a piece of bone thrown to them. What good is that!

Lions are not to be tamed. If they choose, they can come and stand next to you, their majesty and strength intact, the ferocious power still rippling beneath the tawny coat.

Power kept under control internally is much more mesmerizing than if it is controlled using wily external tactics.

Lions, of the jungle, cannot. But those of the world can. And that is what makes a majestic human being more beautiful than any lion can ever be.

Let Me Lean on You So I May Not Fall

Yesterday, while channel browsing, I caught a glimpse of the talk show called “Ladies First” on NDTV Imagine. Gauri Khan was the guest. While I do not fully understand the concept of basking in reflected glory, I was reminded once again of the much touted “Behind every successful man there is a woman” principle.

Support structures are crucial in this flawed existence of ours. For human beings, more than the superficial trappings of economic comfort and material possessions, it is the support rendered by another human being that sometimes makes the difference between life and death. In moments of despair and self doubt, if there is one person who stands strongly by your side, you can survive almost anything and even conquer the world while you are at it. There is nothing that love cannot heal, there is nothing that belief cannot accomplish. That is what support structures do for you. They love you and believe in you. Whether the love and belief are deserved or not is immaterial, that is the beauty of it. Behind every successful man there is a woman who unconditionally gives. Now this is a generalization and as generalizations go, there are many inherent flaws in it.

“Behind every successful person there is another,” might make for a more meaningful saying. Once a child is born, it is only a matter of time before emotional enemies begin their vicious attack. Fear, anger, resentment, regret, guilt, self doubt… every thing that makes you less than who you really are, will attack you, have no doubt. What you make of life ultimately depends on how effectively you are able to vanquish these enemies. The easiest way is to have someone to blindly love you, believe in you and support you no matter what.

Now just having another person to support you does not necessarily guarantee that success will come a chasing. A strong person when supported unconditionally will become highly successful. A weak person may not become successful but still derive some benefit; he may be deterred from killing himself in despair.

Confidence, self belief and desire to make something of your life are not just inbuilt, contrary to what many believe and what even I used to believe. There are certain traits that are innate, yes, but the role that the environment plays in further strengthening these, is not trivial by any measure.

The cause of all suffering is attachment. The cause of all material success is also a direct consequence of this attachment. Think about it, it’s true. Only if you are attached to the vision of success in your head and the associated gains will you become successful. Detachment is nothing but attachment to oneself (or whatever concept of higher power you believe in), so though it sounds virtuous and godly, it is attachment nonetheless.

You read books, smoke (metaphoric) weed, think philosophically and delude yourself that you know it all. But when it comes to practising what you know, you fall short just as any other attachment ridden human does.

There are two ways to solve this problem, the way I look at it. If you accept your frailties such as need for attachment, approval and other assorted pleasure inducing concepts, life becomes simple. All you need to do is follow certain rules. Rules have been clearly defined and honed over the years for your benefit. “Give and take” is an easy one. Makes you feel good to give, doesn’t make you feel guilty to take. “Take” is another rule, if you follow this, get rid of guilt and you will be fine. There are many religious rituals and practices that facilitate getting rid of guilt. If you are not religious and are prone to feelings of guilt then don’t follow this path. Basically, if you play by the rules you will receive love, support and approval in abundance. There may be stereotypical roles to subscribe to, some lucky ones may even get to not role play and still reap the same benefits. In any case, if you accept your need to be socially attached and approved, this route promises infinite peace of mind. When your mind is calm and free of worries you can set about amassing the kind of wealth and success you have always dreamt of.

But there is a catch. You should not expect the support and love of everyone and his janitor. Don’t get attached to the unimportant and trivial people. Find a few. Or two. Or just One. The One is the best. Then practise “give and take” or just “take” or any of the other one thousand nine hundred and ninety rules from the Book of Rules. This is what makes the “behind every man…” concept so true. One person to believe in you can work miracles.

The second route is for those who smoke weed. Detachment. Not possible by ordinary human beings. To sweeten the deal you can also call it “intention with detachment” which is basically saying, “dude, do your thing, don’t worry about what happens.” Easy to say, almost impossible to practise, unless you are free from all the trappings of the mind and body. And who is? Not even the kind rebel was.

So, to get to the success you dream of, first define what success is to you. Prepare the usual project plan with timelines and milestones. What is most important though, is to build your support structures right, because there WILL come a time when you need another person’s strength to pull you through.

Else detach. Don’t care. But then “success” will also cease to matter if you really don’t care.

All is Well with 3 Idiots

I don’t understand why Chetan Bhagat has made a big hue and cry about how he was not given his due in the movie credits of “3 Idiots.” I had read the book some time back and I also saw the movie recently. Rather than being very loosely based on “Five Point Someone,” the movie does not bear any resemblance to the book whatsoever. Granted, there are some incidents in the book that are also portrayed in the movie, but it is definitely not a cover to cover adaptation of the book.

My sympathies were earlier with Bhagat, before I saw the movie. I had assumed that movie makers are all rip offs and they cheat poor writers. I still believe that to be true, but not really in the case of “3 Idiots” and “Five Point Someone.” Bhagat is still largely associated with the movie as the one who wrote the initial story which inspired the movie, but the movie itself is a hundred times better than “Five Point Someone” could ever have aspired to be.

That being said, the movie is not stellar. It’s just entertaining, and barely, that’s about it. I give it a 2 out of 10. I like it because I am inclined to like “All is well” at this particular time when I fear all may not be well. Completely biased judgment call.

I, for one, am incapable of sitting through the mind numbing 3 hour torture of a typical Hindi movie, but I found “3 Idiots” entertaining enough considering that it is a Hindi movie. There were many sequences in the movie which made me worry about the dough I spent on tickets. Especially the ones involving the superfluous love interest played by Kareena whom I love to hate (who took her into movies man?), the painful delivery on a TT table (o dear lord), the miraculous recovery of the baby (this can be topped only by a Charismatic evangelist who heals the paraplegic), boring songs and other antics. They stretched the movie like chewing gum on hair and brought about the familiar claustrophobic feeling, but it soon passed. Normally I get this urge to just run out of the room, flailing my arms and screaming like a banshee whenever a Hindi (or Malayalam for that matter) movie is being played.

I am easily judgmental about Hindi and Malayalam movies. Is there a problem with that? Yes? No? Okay. You deal with it.

Hindi movies are mind numbingly, excruciatingly, tortuously dull. Malayalam movies are unapologetically misogynistic. I prefer not to waste my time on either. But Aamir Khan movies, I have noticed, are quite bearable. Dil Chahta Hai, Taare Zameen Par and 3 Idiots are the only Hindi movies I have wanted to watch and they are okay, I was quite pleased on all 3 occasions.

But I digress.

The strong point of “3 Idiots” is the script, it is very light and elicits a few good chuckles. It also spouts some gyaan in an endearingly simple manner. That is where the movie fares much better than the book. The message (regarding educational system) has been told time and again, and it needs to be retold.

My heart was captured by the concept of “All is well.” Nothing new, nothing fancy, but I needed to hear it, given my current frame of mind. Fear is what pulls you down. Fear is what paralyses you. The movie has two beautiful instances where all the circumstances are just right and all that you need to do is just go for what you truly want. Fear (of people, of the unknown, of yourself, of everything else) will try to pull you down, and succeed more often than not. It is up to you whether you just man up (or woman up) and take what you deserve or sit around moping for the rest of your life.

And for that alone, I give this movie a piece of my heart.

The Story of the Lift and the Lessons Learnt

I had not thought that I would walk into the same building ever again in my life. This was the place where I worked eight years ago, I was a computer geek at the time, before I changed (again) into something else that caught my fancy. Now this is not the story of my motley academic experiences, this is the story of The Lift.

The building itself is about 15 years old. So is The Lift. Technopark got me used to huge lifts that can carry a truck load of people and I am slightly claustrophobic, so I usually avoid small lifts. Besides I am supremely pleased if I take the stairs instead of the lift; it makes me feel as though I am a champion of healthy living. The Lift should have been avoided, but I didn’t because it was held open by passengers in the lift who waited patiently as I walked towards it.

serendipity [ser-uh n-dip-i-tee]

1.         an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident.

2.         good fortune; luck.

Movies have corrupted my mind. I associate enjoyable, easy-to-recover-from disasters with serendipitous outcomes. You would have thought getting stuck in a lift with other passengers would be an ideal background for Serendipity to demonstrate itself.

No.

The power outage happened just before we reached the 4rth floor. It is not at all comfortable to be stuck in a small space with strangers (not the mysterious, charismatic ones, they are of a different breed) in utter darkness. Two strapping men. Two fragile women. One of them all panicky and covering her mouth with both hands, trying to take deep breaths. Not me. The other a little excited and enjoying the panic. Me. The men with their mobile backlights on. They cannot call anybody, no, they don’t have the number. After 5 minutes they are not so strapping anymore. I am pleased. We are stuck. This is a minor disaster. Disasters, whether they are major or minor, have a way of exciting me because I look at them as challenges to overcome. A disaster is an opportunity to understand who you really are. Besides, I have a way of seeking out potentially disastrous situations.

Ten minutes is not really a long time, but it is enough to give you a quick glimpse of your internal neuroses and fears. The power was back after ten minutes and The Lift jerked a bit and stopped, the doors opened. Now the doors opened only half way through, it was not possible to walk out and there was no way anyone could crawl out because The Lift was still spasming occasionally. Then the door closed and we were brought back to the relative safety of the actual lift door on the fourth floor. As soon as the door opened one of the strapping men shot out like he was launched from a catapult, leaving the other strapping man and fragile women behind. So much for chivalry. The door remained open only for a split second and it closed back on him effectively making a strapping man sandwich (which will give you indigestion I’m sure).

The second strapping man had a brilliant idea and he punched all the numbers from G to 4, I am still clueless as to what might have gone through his head as he hatched this brilliant plan. The girl was misty eyed. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, heart pounding head rush light headed.

To cut a long story short, The Lift opened at the ground floor where I got into it ten minutes before. Inside The Lift I was aware only of the pounding of my heart and the light headedness that excitement causes you to have. I was patting myself on the back because the last thing on my mind was Panic. I was excited, yes. I was worried whether we can get out in time, yes. I was annoyed, yes. But panic? Nah!

BUT

as I stepped out, my legs felt quite rubbery. I am still unsure whether that was caused by excitement or whether I did panic slightly. Either way I am highly disappointed. If I did panic about so trivial a thing as being trapped in a lift for a mere ten minutes I am not sure what it speaks of my ability to face life’s challenges. The other option is even worse. This is the first time in my life that I have had rubbery legs. If I had to get trapped in a lift to know what excitement-induced rubbery legs and weak knees are all about, I must have led a really shitty existence so far. I am yet undecided what to vote for.

100 Truths or Something Like That

100 Truths is a tag that has been doing rounds on Facebook for a very long time now. Since I am bored out of my skull as well as stressed to the point of no return, or just about teetering on the edge, I am indulging myself in the aforementioned act of exhibitionism.


My 100 Truths

1. Real name: Nisha

2. Like it? It means “The Night.” Do I like it? Hell Yeah

4. Zodiac sign: Gemini

5. Male or female: Female

6. Elementary: My dear Watson?

7. Middle: Finger?

8. High: Five!

9. College: Ah! We don’t really need no education, but my college is SCMS.

10. Hair color: Dirty (horrible) brown.

11. Eye color: Black

12. Hair length: Varies

13. Current worry: Fear of the unknown

14. Race: you? Ok.

15. Are you a health freak: Not always. However I have conditioned myself to mentally recoil at the sight of fried or high fat food. Recoiling stops at the mind though.

16. Height: 5 feet 3 and a half inches

17. Do you have a crush on someone: Yers

18. Do you like yourself: Now yes.

19. Piercings: Nowhere near enough.

20. Tattoos: None

21. Righty or lefty: Writey

FIRSTS-
22. First surgery: No surgeries yet

23. First piercings: Ear

24. First friend: Real friend? Sugar.

25. First award: First in Math. District award. Std X

26. First sport: Erm… I intensely dislike physical exertion

27. First pet: No pets.

28. First vacation: Can’t remember

29. First teacher? Yvonne

30. First crush: Ah! S James.

THIS OR THAT-
31. Orange or apple juice: Either

32. Rock or rap: Used to be rock. Now selective rap.

33. Country or screamo: Country

34. Nsync or backsteet boys: Eww

35. Britney spears or christina aguliera: Eww

36. Night or day: Night

37. Sun or moon: Sun

38. TV or internet: Internet

39. Playstation or xbox: My old Sega video game :D

40. Kiss or hug: Depends

41. Iguana or turtle: What? Why?

42. Spider or bee: I’m not doing this.

43. Fall or spring: Fall

44. Limewire or iTunes: I’m a pirate. Arrrrr

46. Soccer or baseball: No. 26. And I don’t watch.

CURRENTLY
50. Drinking: Aqua

51. I’m about to: Reborn in Infinitio

53. Singing: My song

“When the rain starts falling and I’m all alone

When the wind blows oh so cold.

When the doors are shut and I’m all alone

Baby you open your door.

Baby you’re my home.”

54. Typing: My 100 truths.

FUTURE-
55. Want kids? More? Yes.

56. When: When the time is right.

57. Want to get married: Again? Why Lord Why?

58. When: If!

59. Where do you want to live: Some place free.

60. How many kids do you want: Number doesn’t matter.

61. Any name on the mind: For the kids or the father? :D Yes.

62. What did you want to be when you were little: Big.

63. What did you think you’ll be doing: Wearing a lab coat and inventing extremely useful paraphernalia.

64. Mellow future or wild: We go with the flow.

66. Something you would never try: Addictive psychoactive drugs

67. When do you wanna die: Whenever it is painless.

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX-

68. Lips or eyes: Eyes

69. Hugging or kissing: More

70. Shorter or taller: Taller

71. Tan skinned or light: I’m color blind

72. Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous is romantic. Duh!

73. Dark or light hair: Irrelevant, as long as there is hair on the head…

74. Muscular or normal: Toned muskles.

75. Hook-up or relationships: Relationships.

76. Similar to you or different: Similar core values.

HAVE YOU EVER-

78. Kissed a stranger: No

79. Drank bubbles: Yes

80. Broken a bone: Broken nasal cartilage

81. Climbed up a tree: Yes

82. Broken someone’s heart: Yes

83. Turned someone down: Yes

84. Had your heart broken: Not really.

85. Liked a friend as more than a friend: Yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN-
86. Yourself: Yeah baby

87. Miracles: No

88. Love at first sight: I don’t deny the possibility.

89. Santa clause: wtf? No

90. Kiss on first date: Not likely. Not wise. Not wrong though.

91. Angels: Only Nicholas Cage in City of Angels :D

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY-
92. Is there one or more people you want to be with right now: Yes

93. Who is it: Sugar :D

94. Like someone: Yes

LASTS-
95. Text message: You don’t wanna know

96. Received call: Irrelevant

97. Call made:  ARP. Movie date.

98. Facebook message: Profound shit. “The worst prisons are the ones you make for yourself – of fear, regret and guilt.”

99. Missed call: Unknown number

100. Last hungout with: ARP

Conserving Water

Conserving water is a fantastic habit to get into to because it saves water and reduces waste-water treatment costs. Conserving hot water can even save you money on your heating and cooling bills.

Let us start by explaining how conserving water can result in potential cost savings. Basically it’s a simple process in which all the water that drains away from showers, sinks and toilets ends up in the sewage treatment plant. The more water that the sewage plant has to process, the higher the costs are. So the more water generated by a toilet flush, the brushing of your teeth, washing of your hands, showering, etc., the more waste water ends up at the sewage treatment plant. If you could reduce the amount of water being generated, by perhaps installing a 3.5 gallon toilet instead of a 5 or 7 gallon toilet or even just using water efficient fixtures, you could cut down on the costs of treating the water.

When trying to conserve water, the water meter is your best friend. If you are on a public water system, it should be easy to find your water meter because it will be located either on your property or very close to it. The water meter will tell you how much water you are using and it can help you detect leaks. To read a water meter you need to take the second reading and subtract the first reading from it. The answer will equal how many cubic feet of water you have used. Keep in mind; there are 7.5 gallons of water in one cubic foot of water. It should also help to know that a family of four uses about 1500 gallons of water per day maintaining an average household and a garden.

Water meters can also be used to detect leaks. All you have to do is turn off every plumbing fixture in your house for a couple of hours and take a meter reading. If the reading changes, a leak exists. Keep in mind; you mustn’t forget to shut off the built-in icemaker or the reverse osmosis water filtration system because they turn themselves on automatically.

Bathrooms are the rooms that use the most amount of water. On estimate, toilet use adds up to about 40% of your water use. If you are looking to conserve water you should definitely use a 3.5 or 1.6 gallons per flush toilet. Simply converting from a 7 gallon toilet to a 1.6 gallon toilet can reduce your overall water use by 25% or more. Furthermore, a leaky toilet will waste 50 gallons of water or more per day regardless of the size.

If you think your toilet might have a leak, there is an easy way to find out for sure. It’s called the food coloring test! Simply place a few drops of food coloring into the tank and allow the toilet to go unused for about15-20 minutes. When you return to your toilet you should check to see if the water in the toilet bowl has a tint of the food coloring in it. If so, you are the lucky winner of a toilet leak. The leak is usually the result of loose fittings or worn washers. Try installing a new washer or tightening the fittings.

Another way to conserve water is to install low-flow water fixtures. These are especially useful for shower heads. Traditional shower heads allow a flow of seven gallons per minute which for a five-minute shower equals to 35 gallons of water. By switching to a low-flow shower head, using 3.5 gallons per minute, you can reduce the water used in a shower by half. Also, if you are using less hot water, it will reveal itself each month when you get your gas and electric bill.

Lastly, you can conserve water by keeping an eye on the kitchen and laundry situations. Dishwashers and clothes washers use 17 to 35 gallons of water per load so it would be a good idea to run full loads at all times. Also, during the summer, you might want to watch how careless you are with your outdoor water use. Simply washing an automobile can use 100 gallons of water and watering the grass can add up to even more.

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