Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Living with purpose

I was born in a middle class household.
My parents gave me the best education they could afford.
After schooling, I choose a stream of graduation, that most of my classmates did.
After completing my higher studies, I joined a respectable company.
After working for a few years, I got married; and my responsibilities increased.
Within a couple of years, my 1st child was born. A second one followed soon afterwards.
The foremost aim of my life now was to provide a good upbringing to my children.
I gave them the best education and values that I could, just like my parents had done to me. I saw them grow up and become self reliant.
The years passed by, I retired from my job, retreated to my hometown, and spent the rest of my days in peace.
Then one fine day, I had an heart-attack, and died.


Isn’t this the story of most of our lives?
Don’t most of us live our lives along predictable lines?
Aren’t most of the decisions we take during our lives dictated by what our peers are doing?
Have we ever sat back and wondered, if the decisions we make all our lives, are dictated by what we want, or what we have been told is the right thing to do?

Have we ever asked ourselves the questions,
Why have I been born?
What is the purpose of my life?
How is my life different from the billions around me?
Am I not wasting the life God has given me, by just going through the motions?
How will people remember me when I am gone? Or will people remember me at all?
Do I want to sit back at the fag end of my days, and be at a loss to figure out what I achieved in life?
Do I want to live an unknown life, and die and unknown death, like the hundreds of generations before me?
Or do I want to do something different, be someone different, make a difference.

You may say,
Studying well, working hard, fulfilling my parents’ ambitions, and looking after my children, in the very purpose of my life.
If I can do all this well, I will feel I have been succeeded in my life.
After all, how many people can claim to have done all these things well?

But I say,
Though not many succeed, but everyone tries to achieve the above.
What are you doing in your life which others are not?
What is your distinct identity?
Are you one among a million, or one in a million?

Not everyone can become a Gandhi or a Gates.
Not everyone has the ability, or the opportunity, to change the world.
But that does not mean each of us cannot make a difference in our own little worlds.
Each one of us can pursue a unique passion, follow a novel hobby, help the society, protect the environment, raise awareness, oppose injustice, read, write, play, sing, speak.
Why not do something that makes us unique, something that people appreciate, something that people remember.
No matter how small the contribution, no matter how few it impacts, it is better than living without a purpose.


Kabeera jab hum paida hue, jag hanse hum roye..
Aisi karni kar chalo, hum hanse jag roye..
(When you were born.. you wept, while the world smiled..

Live such a life, that when you die.. you smile, while the world weeps..)

Monday, May 21, 2007

Road Trip

Dictionary.com defines a "Road" as:-

Road –noun
1.a long, narrow stretch with a smoothed or paved surface, made for traveling by motor vehicle, carriage, etc., between two or more points; street or highway.

In an Indian context, this definition should be reworded as:-
1.a long, narrow stretch with a smoothed or paved surface, made for traveling by motor vehicle, celebration of events (ex. marriages), funeral processions, religious processions, advertisement, herding of animals, worshiping of deities, buying and selling of goods, playing cricket, parking, begging, sleeping, assembling, arguing, protesting, spitting, urinating, loitering, rioting etc.

P.S.:- My Blog celebrates it's 3rd Birthday today. Happy Birthday to my Blog :-)

Friday, May 18, 2007

Indi-Wah !!

Here is the text of Shashi Tharoor's fantastic speech at PanIIT 2006.

Must read for all who care for India.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

America Runs On Tips!!

One often hears stories of how cultural and behavioral differences in different countries create comical situations. The following anecdote narrated by a colleague of mine, during my stay in the U.S., is another example of the same.

As my colleague entered a Cab on his way back from office one day, the Cab driver asked him, "Where do you want to go, sir?"
"Hotel XXX, Stanford Blvd." My colleague replied.
"OK. But let me tell you well in advance. I will not accept any tip less than 1 dollar!!" said the Cab driver, in a somewhat agitated manner.
"OK!! OK!! I will give you the tip you want. No need to get so agitated, my friend."
"Sorry for that, sir. But the other day I took a guy to the same place, and on asking for a tip, he handed over 5 cents to me!!" the Cabbie expressed his grievance, "Can you believe that!! 5 cents!! Doesn't he know, America runs on tips!!"
My colleague could not help but let a small chuckle out, as he thought to himself, "I bet that passenger was a Desi"

Friday, May 11, 2007

Black Is Beautiful

I have been deeply interested in Astronomy since my early childhood. Those wonderful tales about distant stars, planets and galaxies, that my dad used to narrate to me at bed time every day, never ceased to amaze me. Such was my fascination with the subject, that I my first childhood ambition was to become an Astronaut one day.

Black Holes are one of the most intriguing astronomical entities. The very concept of a piece of matter, with infinite mass concentrated at an infinitesimally small area, powered by such gravity that even light cannot escape, presents the most unbelievable natural wonder. When you couple all this with the fact that Black Holes are also related to other fantastic phenomena like Worm Holes and Time Travel, make them an Astronomy Lover's delight.

When this beautiful piece of animation, explaining some complex theories related to Black Holes with great simplicity, was forwarded to me by a colleague of mine today, I was almost teleported back to my childhood days, when talk of a Black Hole used to fill my eyes with wonder.