Reflecting

Reflecting
In mangalore

Monday, May 28, 2012

Blame it on testosterone......


I am in the process of reading a very interesting article, I stumble upon a story within this article being narrated by the writer. I stop reading…… as some thing dynamic is churning up thoughts within me. I am wondering whether these thoughts will afterall be lost somewhere as time goes by… I am generally not apprehensive about death but I always wonder…….. how do these thoughts come and go in a matter of seconds …. where do they originate and where do they end… or do they really have an end like this mortal body. Where do all the feelings we experience…… go after we die…… All this seems so abstract …..these kind of thoughts may project me as a crazy guy…… and that too by people who live life within itself and give in to the small struggles faced by them in their day to day life….. Now you may wonder…. what in the story could have triggered such thoughts … I continue writing so that you may continue reading.

I will give a gist of the story in brief in my own words and not in words of this good writer. “There once was a king whose daughter had been ailing for quiet some time and could not be cured. He called many doctors who could not diagnose what was wrong with this young beautiful princess. One fine day a holy sage came and told the king that he could cure his daughter provided the king arranged to get a special herb from a nearby secret lake. The King declared that he could easily arrange this herb but the wise sage warned that it is not as easy as it sounded. But the proud king was too over confident and told the wise sage that he would arrange it come what may. The kings brave men went and came but all had failed in bringing the herb in time to save the princess….. the reason they had failed was obvious ….. all these brave men got attracted to the number of precious stones they found in the lake which made them lose their focus of finding the most powerful herb which could have cured the princess.

As I finish reading this write-up I too lose focus on the topic and the justification the intelligent writer was giving through this simple story. I am forced to think on an analogical topic and can be summarised very rightly in my words as follows. 

“Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder”. This I write with respect to the fairer side (Women) of human beings…… we are forced to think of the outer beauty ignoring their intelligence and caring side. The vision is overshadowed by lust. Let us all acknowledge the beautiful women out there for the right reasons and blame the testosterone for our folly.

As I conclude this write up I am really not worried about the thoughts which I have put forth to you because they are in print and there to stay. They have taken a form of my blog and are not abstract….. so worry is some thing I have kept at bay because they too are abstract but need not take a form.



By Blogger : Jags

Monday, May 21, 2012

A CROW'S DAY OUT....

HERE I AM WAITING FOR SOME ONE LIKE YOU!!
"I have been waiting for a girl  like you......"  Remember the song ......

TIRED OF WAITING !!!


LET ME LOOK GOOD WHILE I CAN!!!

I THINK I LOOK GOOD ENOUGH

Ah !  THERE YOU ARE


 YOU HAVE GOT SOME ONE NEW? :-(  ... SOB!!


WOW WHO IS THAT PYT!  IT IS GOOD U HAVE GONE BECAUSE  I READ IN  A BLOG BY JAGS THAT CHANGE IS BEAUTIFUL AND ....Hmmm IS INEVITABLE ... I THINK JAGS IS SPOT ON!!!!! THANK YOU .... JAGS.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

A different Way Of Expressing Creativity: Photography By Jags(Me)






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Sunday, May 6, 2012

Lust and creativity

I have always wondered and some times deeply over this subject……i.e why is it that people over a given cross section of society do not possess the virtue of being creative.  Is it that creativity is patented by a few with special skills??

Let us understand what is creativity….. creativity is bringing some thing new into this world by virtue of new ideas and expression of one’s own thinking.  Creativity can take many forms like painting, sculpting, writing, acting, composing, singing and there is no limit to how a human can express himself. 

However what I have mentioned above is common knowledge and goes without saying ….… but look at it minutely can we give creative expression to any negative emotions harboured by us.  In fact whenever we are angry, jealous or depressed can we really express our self creatively??…… At the least if I ask myself this question I would definitely answer this in the negative.

To put it in a proper perspective creativity is an expression of submission to the almighty.  If I were to address the question I asked at the beginning of this write up(why is it that people over a given cross section of society do not possess the virtue of being creative) .  My justification would be as follows. 

For me every human being born on this beautiful planet earth has a creative side….. but it is a matter of acknowledging and identifying it.  But creativity cannot coexist with lust…… either you can be creative or be a victim of lust….. lust for money, power or sex etc. 

It is up-to us what our priorities are; we may choose to be creative and be happy with fulfilled lives or we may fall prey to the wants of lust which can give us only unhappiness and lack of satisfaction.

On a concluding note creativity is to give …. give a part of your soul so that it gives happiness to others and lust is asking for something which is unfair, this leads to unhappiness and frustration ……

So I would like to state as follows “Be a follower of creativity and attain eternity”…. or “be a victim of lust and bite the dust”.

By blogger:  Jags

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Criticism….. the positive side!!

This is a post I have been waiting to write. Here I am trying to understand the effects of criticism on our thought process.

If we pay a little more attention to what actually criticism can do; we may be surprised…. “Criticism” more often than not triggers negative emotions in us.  It is most important to note that people who are “doers” are subjected to scrutiny and the resultant reaction is  either an appreciation or a criticism.

I have been lucky that most of the reactions I have received for the brief write ups have  been very positive, I had posted a blog on the mild reactions of my senior friend  which was hypothetically exaggerated by me to a certain extent to give the whole write up a comic  touch.

Nevertheless the views projected by senior friend about my write up were more an experimentation of how it would feel if I was criticised so bluntly as I had projected in my write-up .

It is all about the point of view, my senior friend thought it better to express his point of view that “there were some areas in my writing that he would like to see a change”… what he did was as  simple as…..either agree or agree to disagree ……

Being human it is obvious that such kind of criticism  is going to affect us in some way or the other.   If we do not deal with criticism in the right way it may lead to a thought process which has a negative trait. My last blog was written highlighting the changes my friend expected in my write up.  After I posted this hypothetical blog projecting the views expressed by my senior friend I received a private message from my class mate on facebook and it read as follows.

"Hey Jagdish ; we must also learn to take criticisms in our stride ( with a smile and our heads held high) just like the praise and applause we love to bask and revel in......you also mentioned that this criticism came from the same friend who earlier never made adverse remarks pertaining to your write ups;  well!!just think about it....he was not necessarily drunk but a few pegs almost always makes one light hearted besides maybe whilst he was sober he may have not felt it right to voice his opinion or simply did not want to hurt you, hence he refrained from saying what he actually thought of your blogs>>> but it is also true..and you must be aware of it for sure,that after a few drinks a person almost always inevitably speaks out his mind and bares his soul ;so maybe he finally blurted out what he felt........yes one does feel horrid when one is criticised but one should always take it in the right spirit and introspec....today I too would like to say something with regard to your blogs......please do not take this as criticism... also pls do not obsess over what anyone says cause each one is entitled to his opinion.....i also feel you need to have more life and fun in your blogs......they are too staid and lacklustre and boring......

(I did like your blog about Mrs Singh our LAHS teacher ) you need to have that punch in your writing..........you need to be unique and not mediocre.... there is definitely nothing new in what you write.....one could write the same thing which lot of others do...but packaging is also very impt.....its like same old wine but in a new bottle every time,then things get really interesting.I am also a big time voracious reader and i try to read anything and everything i can get hold of, unfortunately i do not have as much time as i would like to devote to reading...and now cheer up!!!!!!!!...........and always remember..we are always learning something new every day....we remain students all are life..each day makes us a better person than the previous day...... at least that what i think..... ..the day we believe we know everything WE STOP GROWING..........

I would like to make a special mention of the sensitivity shown by class mate who has a heart more beautiful than she is because she took care to post these comments in a private message rather than posting on my wall which she otherwise thought would have embarrassed me ..... but I think this is some thing I am really proud of because only a true friend can tell me what she frankly thought of my writing.

Though this kind of criticism of my blogs did make me feel a little bit out of sorts but more importantly I have been on a introspecting mode to put it more bluntly……... I have been forced to think……. is it really important that my writing always gets acknowledged?  or should I write on topics like my friend said nicely packaged i.e to play to the gallary….. it is something like…… give the readers what they want…. this kind of writing though very common among the new breed of writers who use filthy language… write some thing which I would not call responsible writing …. this is definitely not creativity…..The language itself leaves a lot to be desired….  Since my writing is not a commercial exercise I do not have to write some thing that does not go with my principals and ideologies…. believe me even if it was a commercial exercise I would not have to deviated even by whisker.

For me  writing is not only a hobby it is all about bearing my soul for my readers to see feel and introspect…. Writing is all about a creative expression which cannot be manipulated…. creativity is the truth from within or a reflection of one’s own soul…  Believe me before I start writing I really do not know what the outcome of the write up will be …. but sometimes when I read whatever I have written it really intrigues me and i start wondering whether this write up has been really written by me????? 

I never take any credit for whatever I write because it is nothing to do with my skills rather this has something do with the divine connect which drives me to write whatever I do.  Now when criticism comes into play I cannot take debits because there are no credits taken by me.  The only thing that I have benefited from this message of my friend is that Now I know she is a true friend.

By : Blogger Jags

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Beauty…… the way of life!!


As I sit in front of the gulf sea, realisation starts creeping in …… churning and knocking the thought process awake. I had put these  on a back burner for awhile now.  I have seldom participated in the thought process which I am forced to do now as I look at the magnanimous sea which is so blue reflecting the beautiful sky .  The side effects it has on me also gives a calming effect to my senses. 

The gentle breeze blowing across this wonderful city of Salalah had caught my attention the moment I disembarked the aircraft.  It was slowly caressing my senses simultaneously making me realise that it is equally powerful……..a la sea and is omnipresent.  This fact is also acknowledged by the coconut trees whose large typical  leaves sway in acknowledgement reflecting the evening sunlight which is incident on the coconut leaves at an obtuse angle notionally giving an effect that there may be precious stones like diamonds on the leaves.  I am totally in love with this small city which is inspiring so many emotions in me. 

The view of so many beautiful people more significantly the beautiful women in swimsuits enjoying the sea adds to the whole setup.  I mean everything about women cannot be viewed in a erotic way but beauty is beauty.  I am amazed that a beautiful set up can make everything so beautiful  and divine.  



For me this small beautiful town is in transitional mode what with its infrastructure being upgraded to make it a city.  I am really worried for a fraction of second if I am going to be a part of a development which is going to take over the natural beauty and replace it with a concrete jungle.  But for now these apprehensions can wait…… as I am brought back to the beautiful present listening to the continuous banter  of the caretaker of this sea facing resort who was telling me the timings of the dinner, lunch and breakfast……… which seemed more for his convenience than mine….. probably because he did not want to be disturbed at odd hours.
In my opinion Salalah is easily one of the most beautiful ports among the GCC countries…… as I think further ….. I realise there is more to life than just target and goals……. which have overwhelmed me and in my pursuit of achieving them may be I have lost the perspective of life. The awareness that I was…. I am …. I will be …….has been lost over some thing which I cannot call materialistic but a will to prove something to myself. 



The burning desire to do some thing meaningful has overshadowed my awareness without realising that…….. may be….. I was losing on the precious moments of life……. that  may be I was slowly losing it ….. but nature has a way of correcting things in its own way…. Sometimes enforcing a tsunami…..an earthquake…..and bringing back every thing to basics but in my case nature has chosen a beautiful and a subtle way…. Thank you god for bringing me to heaven even before  I die…..



By blogger:  Jags