Think beyond

I get this scary thought. How real is our existence? While you read this blog, how sure are you that you are not dreaming about it, may be this blog does not even exist, what if your brain simulated such events and makes you feel that its all real? Or what if the events that are happening around you in the recent past(say 2 weeks) didnt happen at all? Think beyond!

Networking!!!!

As the first step towards job search, I was reading the book , "Knock em dead" and the author was stressing so much on networking, and how important it is and blah blah.... I was wondering why is he stating the obvious.... any normal person will have his own network and there is no special need to work on it.....However, today there is a Master lecture arranged in my department where this famous mathematician has come down to give a guest lecture, and my prof was asking me if I would like to join them for dinner!!!! What a great place 2 get2 know somebody rite!!!!, my first reaction was ...well, may be next time, I have 2 do this, that and ........ This is when I stopped and understood what the book meant.....You meet so many ppl everyday, all you need to know is one correct person for you to land the job.... and here I was abt 2 give up a great chance!!!!!!!

Plinkoo

Was watching this documentary on the importance of myths in our lives. I am not good with remembering names. So will call him the person. The person seemed to know a lot about myths and stories from all the over the world. I listened as he explained, trying to make sense of it. I must admit most of it was beyond me; even stories that I have known all my life were explained to reveal deep metaphysical meaning. This was too much to take; I felt like some village idiot who had suddenly discovered that the stars were not distant light bulbs in the night sky.

I didn't like feeling like an idiot; I began to continue watching as I had little else to do. In the middle of it, out of nowhere, one of the actors asked if myths provided people with a meaning in life? This is getting interesting, I thought. I had spent a significant portion of my idle youth reading books I didn't understand, trying to make sense of life. I was convinced there must be a real purpose to life and it was hidden in some book tucked away in some corner, waiting to be read.

The person, without a pause, something you would expect when you consider the magnitude of the question, answered quite simply; a lot of people in the world believe that there is a purpose to life, but all they seek is the experience of life. And my head went Plinkoo.

The simplicity of it all. Why did I not see it? Why did I think a purpose would lift my life? All that I ever needed from life was to really feel alive. To feel. That is indeed a rare commodity in todays world.

Welcome blog

My first official blog! Thanks to Vikram a.k.a. *****, yeah you can choose to fill the stars with galaxy of words ;) no offense...
Again, following the style of my co-bloggers, I really like this famous quote from Spiderman-3
"Whatever comes our way, whatever battle we have raging inside us, we always have a choice. It's the choices that make us who we are, and we can always choose to do what's right. "
So you can always choose to fill the "right" word ! !

Dry Season

A friend of mine asked me why there aren't many posts of late. Didn't know anybody was reading.

It doesn't do much to blog, does it? I read on somebody else's blog, bloggers are people who like the look of their own handwriting; or something to that effect. Is this whole page an ego trip of sorts? Whining about things that don't matter; and even if they did, does it make a difference if I write about it? This is not the New York Times (good thing it isn't)? If I feel something is wrong, I must get off my lazy ass and do something about it. Not rant on my blog and go back to my life; a life that is filled with self-indulgence and pretentious concern for the fellow man. I see no point in continuing with the charade.