Arbit

एक अकेला इस शहर में

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Sun, 28 Aug 2011 13:30:00 +0000

कुछ साए कुछ परछाईयाँ कुछ चाहत के सजदे

कुछ बहते बादलों पे राखी उम्मीदें, बरसती रहीं तरसती रहीं

रास्ते पांव तले से निकलते रहे, न रुके न थमे

न रोका न पुछा जिंदगी किस तालाश में है

जिंदगी थकने लगी है और ये, जिंदगी का जुड़वा उसकी ऊँगली पकड़े

शहर की नंगी सड़कों पर अभी तक कुछ ढूंढ रहा है

कृष्ण की चेतावनी - दिनकर

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 17:54:00 +0000

दो न्याय अगर तो आधा दो, और, उसमें भी यदि बाधा हो,
तो दे दो केवल पाँच ग्राम, रक्खो अपनी धरती तमाम।
हम वहीं खुशी से खायेंगे,
परिजन पर असि न उठायेंगे!

लेकिन दुर्योधन
दुर्योधन वह भी दे ना सका, आशीष समाज की ले न सका,
उलटे, हरि को बाँधने चला, जो था असाध्य, साधने चला।

हरि ने भीषण हुंकार किया, अपना स्वरूप-विस्तार किया,
डगमग-डगमग दिग्गज डोले, भगवान् कुपित होकर बोले-
'जंजीर बढ़ा कर साध मुझे,
हाँ, हाँ दुर्योधन! बाँध मुझे।

यह देख, गगन मुझमें लय है, यह देख, पवन मुझमें लय है,
मुझमें विलीन झंकार सकल, मुझमें लय है संसार सकल।

सब जन्म मुझी से पाते हैं,
फिर लौट मुझी में आते हैं।

यह देख जगत का आदि-अन्त, यह देख, महाभारत का रण,

मृतकों से पटी हुई भू है,
पहचान, कहाँ इसमें तू है

From sweet corn to plain salted : first date, arbit in love

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 12:14:00 +0000

This remarkable, memorable sometimes incoherent transcript illustrates a phantasmagoria of emotions of two souls when they meet each other and the events that follow. This esoteric post may not require every reader's attention but they may read it as a work of fiction.

It was a special day for both of them when they were both dying to meet each other. Their proximity had shrunk to the level of a city providing a sense of hope that at least for a few hours they will be together. Long separation of a thousand miles for months intensifies longing and in a way deepens the love : Yeah, you are rite, arbit even thought of long separation as a bliss, a medium which will eventually bring them together and forever.

They hadn't planned anything before. Planned to sit together for lunch and talk. When you are craving to meet someone, just the satisfaction of meeting is so great that planning what to do and where to go seems to make no sense at all. Still they had to decide a restaurant.

Incomplete....

Judgement

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 18:28:00 +0000

I've seen horrors... horrors that you've seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that... but you have no right to judge me. It's impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror... Horror has a face... and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies! I remember when I was with Special Forces... seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate some children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn't see. We went back there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out; I didn't know what I wanted to do! And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it... I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, my God... the genius of that! The genius! The will to do that! Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we, because they could stand that these were not monsters, these were men... trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love... but they had the strength... the strength... to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men, our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral... and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling... without passion... without judgment... without judgment! Because it's judgment that defeats us.

- Apocalypse Now['79]

Photos

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 00:10:00 +0000

I have uploaded some of my favourites here. Hope to develop photography as a hobby.

Stalker

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 13:17:00 +0000

Stalker, a Russian movie, directed by Andrei Tarkovsky is a movie of metaphysical speculation, deep insights and intimate association of despondency with life. Characterised by cinematic brilliance the viewer just moves with the camera losing the self in extremely long takes with sounds such as rattling of wheels on rail tracks, sound of feet while walking etc.

I like particularly the open-ended nature of discussions throughout the movie from the writer's, the physicist's as well as the seemingly omniscient stalker's perspective.

दुनिया

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Sat, 22 Aug 2009 08:45:00 +0000

सुरमई आखों के प्यालों की दुनिया ओ दुनिया
सतरंगी रंगों गुलालों की दुनिया ओ दुनिया
अलसाई सेजों की फूलों की दुनिया ओ दुनिया रे
अंगडाई तोड़े कबूतर की दुनिया ओ दुनिया रे
करवट ले सोयी हकीकत की दुनिया ओ दुनिया
दीवानी होती तबियत की दुनिया ओ दुनिया
ख्वाइश में लिपटी जरूरत की दुनिया ओ दुनिया रे
इंसान के सपनों की नियत की दुनिया ओ दुनिया

ये दुनिया अगर मिल भी जाए तो क्या है??

ममता की दुखारी कहानी की दुनिया ओ दुनिया
बहनों की सिसकी जवानी की दुनिया ओ दुनिया
आदम की हवास रिश्तों की दुनिया ओ दुनिया रे
शायर के फीके लव्जों की दुनिया ओ दुनिया

This is a song from the movie Gulaal. People like Piyush Mishra and Anurag Kashyap sure are contributing with some fabulous offbeat movies; revolutionizing lyrics and dialogue writing.

Problem Solving

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 13:56:00 +0000

Click on the image for a clear view..

Nice guys

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Tue, 07 Jul 2009 09:57:00 +0000

Here is an excerpt of a rant published in Wharton Undergraduate Journal. Nice guys out there will find it very true.

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.” Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Time perspective

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 10:55:00 +0000

Philip Zimbardo talks about time perspective here. The talk contains mostly the things we all know unconsciously but which are vital regarding how we orient our life experiences into different time frames. He thinks "life is nothing but temptation". Optimizing the present, past and future oriented factors in a temptation can be the path to productive and efficient living. Overall, a nice talk and offers something to think about the ways to tackle temptations in life (maybe in a better way).

Creativity and beyond

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 13:20:00 +0000

There is an extraordinary evidence of human creativity and it is exhibited everywhere. No one has any idea what the future has in store for us. Future is always associated with unpredictability and education is the primary factor which guides us to the future. The kind of education system carves the future predominantly.

Children have extraordinary capacity for innovation and creative thinking. But these talents are being squandered ruthlessly. The present education systems around the world are mercilessly quelling this capacity. Nurturing creativity in education is as important as literacy.

Creative ventures are pursued if one is not afraid of being wrong. It does not,in any way, mean that being wrong is being creative. If you are not prepared to be wrong you will never come up with anything original. All children are born artists...the problem is to remain an artist as we grow up.

We need to understand intelligence in a whole new way. Intelligence is diverse, dynamic and distinct. Diverse; because we can think visually, in sound, in abstract terms etc. Dynamic; because there are numerous interactions going on in the human brain and it is nothing but interaction of different disciplinary ways of seeing things that leads to creativity.

Procrastination

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 19:43:00 +0000

What can be said about the psychological state of an individual who loves procrastination or is in a delusion of loving procrastination??

What if some work is left undone till the deadline because it doesn't interest him?? And, moreover, what if most of the things in the world seem to be of trivial value and uninteresting?

What if this piece of shitty silly writing, as you may have guessed, bores him and puts him off??

Women : An excerpt

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Wed, 03 Jun 2009 18:27:00 +0000

It is hard to convince women of anything--they must be brought to a point where they will convince themselves. The means of supplying evidence by which they finish off their prejudices is highly original, and to get to know their dialectic one must rid the mind of all academic rules of logic. For example, the ordinary method is this:

This man loves me; but I am married; hence, I must not love him.

The feminine method is this:

I must not love him because I am married; but he loves me, and hence . . .

Here follows a pregnant pause, for reason is now dumb, and all the talking is mainly done by the tongue, eyes, and eventually the heart, if there is one.

What if these notes should fall into a woman's hands some day? "Slander!" she will cry indignantly.

- A Hero of Our Time
By Mikhail Lermontov

Memoirs of a Geisha

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Mon, 25 May 2009 10:11:00 +0000

Watched this movie. Some dialogues which I liked the most : -

At the temple, there is a poem called "Loss" carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read Loss, only feel it.

The heart dies, a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves...until one day there are none...no hopes..nothing remains..

Agony and beauty, for us, live side by side;
Your feet will suffer, your fingers will bleed..

Sometimes, the smartest remark is silence..

My life had turned into a game, and only she new the rules..

When life goes well, it cannot last forever..

I found really touching soundtracks in the movie but I would like to add one. This one is a flute instrumental, but I feel somehow it suits the mood of this movie. Listen and enjoy!

Blowing in the wind

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Fri, 22 May 2009 06:20:00 +0000

I love this..couldn't resist posting this

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

An "outlandish" experience

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Wed, 20 May 2009 06:43:00 +0000

Everything feels quite different in a foreign land, especially because I have been out of India for the first time. Well, to be frank, sometimes I feel to be the only stupid alive. This feeling would have been less intense if I were in an English speaking nation but here the language is completely different. It took sometime for me to learn the systems and conventions here.

The biggest problem is that most of the services are unmanned and the replacement of man i.e. the interface is jeering at you in Japanese scripts. I had harrowing time pressing buttons and bang, I had surprises waiting for me. But these were just initial few days. Now, I have understanding of some basic things and life is pretty smooth.

I must admit here that people here are very polite, extremely shy, hard-working, punctual and very helpful...quite out of phase with that of India. I am trying to learn much and imbibe these good qualities.

My interns @ NAIST, Osaka, Japan

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Tue, 19 May 2009 03:54:00 +0000

Currently I am in NAIST, Japan for my internship. A slide show of the pics of my life here..

Blog Clichés

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Thu, 30 Apr 2009 18:14:00 +0000

Browsing and reading about usability of blogs, I found thirteen blog clichés very interesting. Some points seem sardonic, nevertheless it makes sense . Everyone in blogosphere must go through it once. Some valuable points to learn and reduce the senselessness and idiocy in blogging practice.

The End

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Wed, 29 Apr 2009 17:54:00 +0000

I have been humming the following lines since 2-3 days. Somehow I feel consoled, for no particular reason. Quoting a few lines, also featured in the movie Apocalypse Now.

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

Quotes

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 03:29:00 +0000

Some interesting quotes from the books written by Fyodor Dostoevsky..

Talking nonsense is man's only privilege that distinguishes him from all other organisms.

If there is no God, then I am God.

Life is pain, life is fear, and man is unhappy. Now all is pain and fear. Now man loves life because he loves pain and fear. That's how they've made it. Life now is given in exchange for pain and fear, and that is the whole deceit. Man now is not yet the right man. There will be a new man, happy and proud. He for whom it will make no difference whether he lives or does not live, he will be the new man. He who overcomes pain and fear will himself be God. And this [current] God will not be.

I am a sick man... I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man. I think my liver is diseased. However,......to be acutely conscious is a disease, a real, honest-to-goodness disease.

In sync

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 19:53:00 +0000

Sometimes soundtracks are in synchronization with life. The mood closely matches with a set of notes and the feeling gets intensified with the notes playing over and over again. I can't describe my state now but surely I am finding myself synchronizing well with the "requiem for a dream" soundtrack.

Sweeney Todd

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 18:53:00 +0000

Long since I watched this movie. A gruesome and rhapsodic movie, but fairly impressive too. An insane approach to seek vengeance, turning out to punish humanity as a whole. Misanthropy associated with seeking revenge, portraying the malicious world. Sweeney once says, "We all deserve to die".

Dark and dank ambience, grisly cutting of throats, human meat, all contribute to make the movie eerily horrific, still with deep emotions.

Beauty

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 22:26:00 +0000

Sometimes there is so much beauty...in the world...I feel like I can't take it and my heart is just going to cave-in..

I love this video from the movie American Beauty. He says, while showing the video of the bag dancing in the electrified air, of his realization of "life behind things" and the benevolent force driving them.

More movies

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 13:11:00 +0000

More movies. This sem is turning out to be perfectly entertaining; offering me a lot to think, a lot to appreciate, a lot to dream, a lot to miss (well..classes, of course!). Here goes the list (selected few) :

American Beauty
Sweeney Todd : The demon barber of fleet street
Malena
Casablanca
Dev D
Apocalypse Now
Inside Man
Repulsion
Straight Story
Scent of a woman

Sensuous Delight

noreply@blogger.com (Anamay) — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 20:33:00 +0000

The video shows one of the best love scenes ever, from the movie Mulholland Drive by David Lynch. The movie is full of hallucinations and illusions in the city of dreams. Watch and enjoy!!

Warning : Adult Content