Monday, November 19, 2012

Sun Rises ...... But has different moods.... !!!!

As I rise the first thing I do is look at the wall clock which is screaming to me that it is still 0318 hrs.  I walk across my room still  half asleep to open the windows.  The warm sea breeze takes over the confines of my air-conditioned room-and brings with it the natural aroma of the fresh air.  I realize that  whatever man made comforts we may buy but all this cannot be compared to what nature gives us in abundance.  I stand  in awe staring at the  emptiness of this early morning darkness simultaneously realizsng the power of silence.

There is a very thin line which divides the morning from the nights.....  it is a very subjective though..... when ever we sleep the time preceding is referred to as the night and the time post sleeping is referred to as the day.    As my mind starts comparing the virtues of the night with day ...... I realize that the night comes in slowly .......whispering sweet nothings and raises the testosterone levels while the day starts with a celebration ... a celebration of colors... a celebration called life....... which I am witnessing and sharing through this picture blog.

Let us all celebrate that we are alive and witnessing this celestial celebration every morning... what else can we ask of life... love you all life king size.

 by blogger jags

Sunday, October 28, 2012



As he sees the blurred grey morning sky ……..through his  eyes which have been forced to realize that nothing in life is predictable.  This has put them in sleepless mode all through day & night....... they have all but slept a wink through the thoughts……all the while thinkinghow is it possible to leave the one he loved so much so….. far behind. 

Introspection gets the better of him. …. And he is forced to think……. “Even though we all are born on this planet which is governed by the supernatural powers but mere mortals that we all are…. we have divided this beautiful planet into separate countries and need pseudo regulations to form the second layer of rules and laws which decide fate.

Love by its own definition is seamless and knows no bounds………. Which sometimes also gets trapped in the rigmarole of this man made constraints.  It was very obvious that the feelings which he was experiencing right now ….. As he looked up to the sky groping for answers…….which were no more there….Only the fragmented feeling that he was…. He is…… and he will be ……. is keeping him  going on……& on.  He knows that acceptance of given situation and time will ultimately bring peace to his mortal being.

But all this thought process which has time and again given him peace fails to convince him as the beautiful feeling of gratitude also tries and fails.  The sea of emotion with in his being has taken the form of tsunami and he is out of control; as he look into the eyes of his love which …..are so soft and assuring compared to the storm which has risen up within his being.

He tries to speak but the tsunami of emotions get the better of him... through his narrow eyes which are red and burning.  The tears flowing shamelessly through those eyes are totally oblivious to his status that he was a man ….  And should not cry……but the more he tries to stop this rush of emotions……. the bigger the surge……… which he has never experienced before……. Finally he lets himself flow with these emotions which are a result of the love he has for the one and only one in his life ….. As he is still trying to come to terms with these nude emotions ……..he feels the tender lips of his love which are devoid of any stimulus of the testosterone…….

 He feels the warmth in the hug of those beautiful bare arms as he rests his head on the soft chest of his love …….. who is still holding on to her man  …… a man  who has never felt this way……. Never ever known this kind of power……. Never ever known the contrasting tenderness…never known that he had been complaining instead of accepting that life had to go on…. Never known that love is all about giving and not holding on to it…

He is  made to realize that love cannot be bound or diluted by any of man-made regulation…… love cannot be apprehensive …… love cannot die as a result of separation or distance. All this he is made to realize in a very sublime way….. He raises his head still taking in the sweet body aroma of his love and watches the sunslowly come out of those dark clouds…. He can see that nothing can hold back those beautiful shafts of rays which are tearing through the grey cloudy sky…. 

Infact as he keeps looking at the combination he can see from a perspective that the whole picture looks so beautiful infact the picture is more beautiful because of those grey streaks of clouds in combination with the golden orange sky……   He raises his arms in gratitude for the  one and only love.  He sees his lady love who has an aura of bright halo light which signifies peace….. and he  whispers loud enough for his lady love to hear and smile……….

Thank you dear oh dear for making me see love in a different light …… and it is only because of this that I love you so much unconditionally!!!!!

 By Jags…. Forever yours

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Simple but thought ...provoking.

We tend to regret the past..... which cannot be changed......

We tend to worry about future..... on which we have no control..

We forget to live in the present moment.....which is 

the only variable within our reach.....

putting it conversely 

" Do all the right things in the present...... so that we do not 

have a past to regret and a future to worry about"

By blogger (Compulsive)

Jags for u

Thursday, August 16, 2012

My Affair With China And Its Beautiful People….

This is a blog inspired by my friend who has all along encouraged me into honing my writing skills.  I really thank him for pushing  me to write blogs which reflect the different facets of human emotions..... this re-edited blog which has now been updated by me.....   was actually written by me high lighting the qualities of the people and the country at large..... but when my senior friend went through the blog he said the writeup had got nothing to do with the topic on hand and gave me a new direction.  This resultant blog has crystallised into description of a fictious platonic relation..... and it is as follows

Dedicated to the most beautiful girl that’s you Jenny…….. on the occasion of your birthday I have been scratching my head thinking about the two limitations I have on hand.

What is the best gift I can give a girl who has got everything going for her. The second question I have to address here is that even if I come across a good gift how will it reach you to-day as you are in a country which is thousands of Kilometers away, in-fact you are in a different time zone.

I start thinking and as there was no solution ready on hand I thought that probably if I resort to writing some solution may come through which usually works for me. I have started writing and as I find the tempo ….I observe a passing thought just zip across my consciousness, but being in an introspective mood …..I am alert enough to catch it before it leaves the battery limit of memory bank and what do I find riding on this…………..a beautiful idea ……..I get my answer to this dilemma. I realize….. ….yes this is it….. this is it!!

It has just dawned on me that if I dedicate a blog to Jenny it will be a good gift as I put my heart and soul into my writing…… the value of the gift will be invaluable to her (I hope )and more over it can be delivered to her by email in an instant. More than addressing the above two limitations it will remain in my blogsite for a long long time to come. So I hope you will understand why I am presenting a blog on the occa-sion of your birthday.

The trip to this Mega Chinese city was a revelation and it was an eye opener for me. Though my visit to the other cities was not very pleasant because of the communica-tion problem…….. nevertheless we visited some of the very big industries…….. it made me realize that here was a country which believed in doing things in its own way ….. on its own terms and still is one of the major players globally for fast mov-ing consumer goods, industrial machinery, consumables and you name it they manu-facture them in volumes…….

What really got my thoughts churning is that this school of thought that we nurture back home ….that learning English is a must if we have to deal internationally…..has gone for a toss because I can see here that if you have the skills, hardwork and the quality then language is no barrier for dealing in international market. More over each and every company in China employs a representative with English speaking skills…. The job of such a representative is to deal and fill in the gap or void to com-municate effectively with international clients. What the enterprising Chinese manage with a small percent of population who have learnt this alien language…… back home we have raised a generation who have a misconception and live with an air of false pride that they know this language English so well. There is nothing wrong in learning the nuances of a language …. After all every language has its own charm and beauty…….. when we have the skills to play with words to give a beautiful effect…. After all every language has its own beauty when written with an artistic inclination and a creative bent….. the results are there for all to see.

Now the point I have taken back home from this trip of mine is that we should learn or ape the west but not at the cost of our language, tradition and family values which have taken a beating back at home. But in China though I see that the dressing style has aggressively followed the west but the food habits, the hospitality, the view points are still very traditional and for me this is why they are successful.

They have adapted the superficial aspects but at the core of their being they still are traditional and follow a way of life which has been passed on to them from generation to generation…. I recollect something I learnt in chemistry about isotopes….. yes the present generation in China can be termed as isotopes of the previous generation where the present generation has changed only physically but at the core they still re-tain the same composition.

It is minuscule when I measure in terms of what I picked from a country which is re-ally amazing…. I mean nothing about China seems small…. Such a vast country where I travelled almost three hours by a Boeing 737-800 which is a long haul for a plane that size (can carry about 250 plus people) and still we do not cross the extremi-ties of this amazing country.
This mega city like Mumbai never seemed to sleep ….its nocturnal massage parlours various spas , restaurants and other entertainment industry which never seemed to tire catering to the people converging from all over the world on this industrial city.

I had my local contacts in place and they ensured that I was put up in a very decent hotel in an upscale suburb. This building also accommodated in its other wings, vari-ous commercial offices in its tall high rise structure. Incidentally the office of my lo-cal contacts also happened to be in the same building. Though I was very tired I made it a point to check the location of my local contact’s office so that I would not have the trouble locating the office the next morning.
The next morning as planned I headed for the office a wee bit early and reaching the ground floor from my room itself seemed a distance though it was being assessed by me vertically. Now the time lapse for the lift to reach the ground floor gave me the first opportunity to be receptive to the new surroundings which was totally oblivious to me only the previous evening probably because of the extensive travelling my mid-dle aged bones were subject to.

I noticed some advertisement for promotion being offered by a restaurant on the stainless steel wall of the elevator. There was an aroma filled in the air with so many passengers embarking and disembarking the lift …..the residue was definitely a good but it was a combination of various perfumes and one could not just pinpoint that yes this was the brand. The reason was ………..with so many people coming in from all walks of life and each had his own preference for the perfume or body spray they used. I was left thinking each of the person who came into the lift left back his aroma or imprint in the lift cubicle……… very similar to the way people who come into our life for a brief period but each of them leave behind an indelible impression or vice a versa some fail to create an impression at all.

These train of thoughts were disturbed by some picture that caught my eye…… it was a picture of a dish which looked okay till I focused my myopic vision on its contents ….. however this incorrect vision was indeed being corrected by a pair of glass-es…….so what ever I was seeing in the plate was not an illusion…… but it did not shock my fellow lift passengers….. nevertheless they were amazed at the kind of stu-pid expression I wore on my face at the sight of seeing the golden brown baby scorpi-ons used as the topping of a dish and it was obvious that the cook had taken care to see that the anatomical shape of the scorpions had not been disfigured and they had been arranged deliciously in radial pattern similar to the numbers on the periphery of a typical clock.

As I walked along the known path to the back of the building where the lift was being used by employees of mid sized companies . They were the 9 to 5 type of people and really did not want to leave an impression on any one…………. They were more con-cerned about the life they led and hence I realized that in this commercial office build-ing the people were more down to earth and were more worried about dealing with their own life and yes the strong aroma caused by the mix of various perfumes was missing….. as I reached the office I came face to face with the assistant of the local contact.

All along my visit to China I was amazed by how beautiful the women looked here because most of them were fit and had a skin tone which was of course yellow tend-ing towards what could be pink. ….. I realized …. This could be because of the kind of traditional food they consumed and also because most of them were physically ac-tive. Back home in India this kind of skimpy skirts and the short pants which they wore here would have attracted a lot of critical attention but here …… in fact it was as if…… yes what else better could they have worn ……. Now coming back to this morning visit to the office of my contact where I was welcomed by a stern looking Jenny Huang who had all the attributes of a Chinese girl but she was a little on the heavier side but never the less looked fit and fine like the girls in this country.

I saw her through the glass door of the office which was digitally locked. The office was actually only one room with an area of about 325 square feet and was partitioned with a thick dark wooden plyboard which in effect converted one end of the room
into a small cabin for the boss …… I do not want to go into the depth of his scope of business as I have a topic to be written and I have already written quite in detail.

I noticed that the ambience of the office was otherwise light in colour but the con-trasting dark wooden partition acted as a back drop against which and I saw the fresh radiant face of Jenny who looked immaculate yet stern and the rest of her being was camouflaged and merged with the dark background provided by the partition by virtue of the dark clothes she wore .
She slowly opened the door with an matter of fact look on her face yet I could sense that apprehension in her as she welcomed me into the confines of the air-conditioned office. Though she did not acknowledge me much but she certainly exhibited all the mandatory courtesy which was just enough ……

I also realized this whole exercise had an air of formality and was being done because it was just needed.……. I felt like fish out of water …….more over it was all the more embarrassing because I had never been treated with such disdain anywhere else be-cause of the goodwill, reputation and respect I had professionally. This was my first interaction with Jenny. And she definitely made me feel that another interaction with her was not necessary.

That afternoon I was to go to the market to look for some machinery which I knew were priced very competitively in China. I was told by my local contact that as Jenny knew the Chinese market like the back of her hand she would be responsible for ac-companying me to the market and show me the places where I could see some genu-ine machinery. My heart sank at the prospect of going out with her. I did not want to be at the taking end of her professionalism. Moreover what really got me irritated was during the ride to the market she preferred to sit next to an unknown taxi driver but not me.

I was at a stage where I really wanted to find reasons to dislike her…. For example I even got irritated at the way she would answer every phone with a “Why” Later on I learnt that more than half of China answered the phone in this manner.

The mission of enquiring and market survey of the machinery completed un-eventfully but it was not over yet …. As soon as we reached the office building she just jumped off the front seat of the taxi …. started walking away and in the same breath telling me to pay for the taxi … this got me really angry and all the irritation which had accumulated and pent up inside me came to the fore. I picked up the mo-bile phone with the same feeling as if I was getting a gun out and without any hesita-tion called her only to hear her say….. “why”….. I thought this was the limit ….. and instantly in a reaction that was more spontaneous than angry shouted back at her…. “Why not”. Hearing this she just disconnected the phone and came back still laugh-ing uncontrollably and asked me what did you say ………… what did u say??

I said “Why not”….. and seeing her laugh without the professional mask…. She looked so beautiful in the evening sunlight ….the sun was just setting in for the day totally oblivious to the cause and effect its waning sunlight had on me. I could for the first time see the natural smile on this innocent face. The breeze was just picking up its tempo while I wished her a good night realizing she had to go back home …… as she turned back walked away with her beautiful thick hair flowing in the gentle breeze I was left speechless ……is this the same girl……. who a while ago was the cause of all the irritation.

The next two days with Jenny were very memorable … we had to visit some more suppliers and on the way I told her that I needed to buy some smart phones. She told me if she had to take me to the mobile phone mall then….. I would first have to take permission of her boss….. without protesting I took her boss’s permission and then we reached the mall in a taxi with Jenny still preferring the drivers company. We se-lected the mobile phones but alas my credit card was not accepted in that country so we decided to come and collect the smart phone the next day…. Nevertheless we had dinner in a local restaurant with Jenny explaining to me her nature of work, and the importance of values in her life. I was pleasantly surprised by her assessment of the person she thought I was... she also gave me an insight into the difficulties she faced while working with some of the foreign clients with bad attitude, and how she stone-walled them …… I was really amazed!!

I realised for the first time that the reason for her professional mask was to keep the over-smart clients at bay and prevent them from taking advantage of her. I appreciat-ed and also told her that how much she had irritated me the previous day. The day ended with a promise to take me around to see the places of significance the next day……I hired a taxi and this time around she thought that maybe I was a safer bet as compared to the driver of the taxi and sat next to me with a smile……… I dropped her to the metro ………as we were just about to leave I called her back and handed over the soft copy of my blogs which had been published online. She carried it home with a smile nevertheless I reminded her to bring my flash drive back containing the blogs the next morning.

This was to be my last day in the city. I got a call in the morning ….. I saw her name flash across the display of my blackberry, without hesitation and with a smile on my face….. I took the call even though it was still early and with a mischievous tint in my eyes … I asked her whether she had forgotten to carry the flash drive which con-tained the blogs or still worse lost the flash drive.
She told me in a very excited child like voice …… man you are too good… your writ-ing is good. This sentence brought a smile to my face because here was a girl who took my words seriously and after reaching home took the trouble of copying the file in her system, took out a print out and read it through the night…..

She further told me ……I have to meet someone special in the evening…. So I cant take you around town tonight … my date with you is cancelled. I tried to make her see that I was leaving the next afternoon and since the following day was a Sunday I could not even meet her…… then in all probability this was maybe the last I time I am talking to you. I was really feeling bad and also felt a tug at my heart that I had just got such a good friend in Jenny and I could not even thank her enough for giving me such good company.

I had no other option but to resign to the fact she was just another good person I met in the journey called life…… just as I was introspecting philosophically….. I heard a buzz on my blackberry with the name of jenny flashing on the display and I answered playfully “Why” and the answer from the other end was “why not”……… so I said why not meet me tonight …… to which she answered “Why NoT” but I don’t want to meet the engineer…… I want to meet the writer… the sound of her muffled laugh brought her wonder ful smiling face in front of my eyes….. I want to hear the writer read for me ….. I agreed.

The evening was special because both of us started understanding the person we were…… after I had read the last blog to her she did not wait for me ……she walked away without saying a good bye ……. I was left with a feeling of emptiness trying to follow her through the crowd as she mingled with the crowd ….. some times disap-pearing in the crowd only to reappear again….. I wanted to phone her again only to hear that ever so familiar “why” but I….. decided against it ….. after all she had to go….. the following morning I had to also go …..

The time finally came to leave but somewhere in the corner of my conscious Jenny was still there…….. but what ever feelings …. I was here for professional reasons and I had to go…… as I checked out of my hotel I could not believe my eyes I saw Jenny waiting outside in the sunlight which paled against the warmth her smile brought in my heart….. I jokingly asked her asked her have you taken your boss’s permission to come and wish me good bye……. She asked me “Why” with a smile and hugged me ………..and whispered in my ear “why not”.

With love: From Blogger Jags.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Passing Thoughts.....

It happens all too often....... 

All the failuRe that we come across

is an orphan by default .........

but ironically success gets adopted 

by people who have nothing to do with it...... 

By jags 4 u

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Those beautiful eyes….

June 23, 2012

I am writing this some 35000 feet above the sea level, in-fact I am flying right now above the emerald green Arabian sea.  The adjective used by me to describe the sea here is inspired by how beautifully some of writers do it. 

I have been attempting to write for some time now but the will, inspiration and inclination to write has been lacking in me ,,, don’t know why….. some times I find my self at the end of my wits to answer this question to myself.

The very fact that I am on my way to a very beautiful place called Bangkok which of course needs no introduction and is considered to be one of the best tourist destinations.  This trip has inspired mel to write again after a long hiatus. 

Though my creativity has found another good outlet i.e  photography, but there is a lot of difference in photography and writing……..because in photography the results are there for everyone to see instantly ……..especially in this digital era….. but for me…….. in writing we have to build on from scratch and it is a divine process….. it forces us to introspect and when we  introspect we find a lot of beautiful thoughts and hidden treasures within our self. 

Writing is a process of being with our thoughts seeing them come and go.  Now when we see our thoughts from a perspective point of view we tend to pick up only the positive thoughts and let go the ones causing anxiety, tension fear….. apprehension…… because where there are creative thoughts there can be no room for negative thoughts.

Now coming back to the subject and having realised the reason for the vacuum I  am experiencing within my self I need to write …… write about those beautiful eyes which has inspired this write up.

Date: 10th April 2012.
Place: Salalah Airport
Destination: Travelling to Muscat for onwards journey to Kuwait.

Now I hope you don't want the flight number as well….. jokes apart.

I had just checked in after going through the security and pre-boarding formalities….. the boarding lounge was buzzing with so many people in rush to utilise the approaching weekend which happens to be on a Friday in the GCC countries. 

It is a very different culture here though….. we find that many of the local people and especially the younger generation have adapted to the modern ways of communication.  You will invariably find most of these young Turks flaunting a Samsung Galaxy/ Ipad / iphone etc.  They have adapted to the modern ways because they have the money power to do it.  This  can also be done with a click of mouse.….but all said and done …….still there is that ….. I cant call it the “orthodox” element  but I can definitely say it is the respect for their traditional values…… that even the younger generation has not been influenced by the western culture as far as dressing is concerned….. but elsewhere….. I mean all over the world it seems that the sense of dressing has followed the western trend except  for the Arabic world and I really appreciate that. 

It is by virtue of this fact the whole airport seemed to have the same dress code It was only the expats in all colours which gave a sense of discontinuity to a population  which looked more like the chess board chequered in white and black. 

The way things unfolded that day is still etched in my memory …… it so happened that as I was travelling to Kuwait.  I had exchanged all my local currency to Kuwati Dinars……… I had checked  in a bit early that day which is generally not the case….but the waiting resulted in a urge to have coffee; I went to the small but significant coffee shop and asked for a regular coffee and as I dug into my pocket to get the currency which was definitely alien to me but as I handed over the cash to the coffee vendor..... he too realised that I was handing over a currency  which was also alien to him in Oman and hence not acceptable to him .

But alas by then I had already started sipping the coffee and though the coffee vendor was a fellow country man he would not relieve me of my responsibility to pay for the coffee.  He would not allow me to drink the further coffee unless I paid him in the local Omani currency which I did not have. In the circumstances I was forced to tell him that he had no other choice but to accept the Kuwaiti currency or take the coffee back.

The whole conversation had begun to build up into a small but unhealthy argument which had all the ingredients to explode and go out of control. 

But the need of the moment was some divine intervention which came in the form of this petite beautiful creature all clad in black.  I was initially denied the look of this beautiful being, this was because of the fact that she belonged to a country which believed in a traditional ways  and more than that it had also imbibed in her a sense to help a stranger who was on the brink of getting into trouble with a coffee vendor (who ironically was also a fellow country man). 

She just handed over  the local currency note to the fuming coffee vendor and told him something in a local language.  She collected the change along-with a sandwich and coolly walked away…….. the moment she had gone  I did not understand why the coffee vendor’s  behaviour towards me changed… he was all smiles as he gave me some news. 

He told me your bill had been paid by that lady.  I asked the coffee vendor in a irritated tone why the hell  had he accepted money from that unknown women…and too on my behalf..

He told me with a mischievous look in his eyes….. anyway you did not have the local currency to pay me…. so I quietly accepted the money….. at least my problem is sorted out…. now you can also go and thank her or return her the money… don’t worry he said winking at me “she is alone”.

I felt a burden on myself and as I set upon the task of looking for her……. it was not difficult though…. I had thought that it would be the other way around.  

From a distance I recognized her just by looking at her even from the back….. though she was a little under weight considering the way the other women looked here but for me even though she was covered head to toe she was a very beautiful women.

As my thoughts kept me busy I did not realise I had already reached her table …. I did not realize I had excused  myself…….. she intently looked at me as if she knew I was coming….. and of course she would know because she was sitting on a table facing a mirror and her back was towards me……. Her big round eyes with the long eyelashes were beautiful….. as i kept dealing with myself on how I should pay her back …….but I was too over awed by the beauty which was making it self felt from even the small openings near the pair of eyes..... in the traditional burqa …..they were her window and contact with the outside world. 

Maybe she realised I wanted to see her ….. she lifted her veil and  looked a me in the mirror with a face as fresh as the morning dew ……… with eyes that were beautiful yet a little subdued by the beauty surrounding them in the form of the …..ever so delicate nose bridge….., the beautiful high cheek bones and lips which were slightly thick betraying the genes which had defined their shape…… yet so beautiful and rosy.

I did not know when she brought her veil down but I could comprehend that she was telling me something in a voice which bordered more towards being husky than normal.  …. I realised she was telling me her name in perfect English….. and wanted to know mine…. but realising I might ask her something very foolish…… as I was awe struck….. I hurriedly asked her how much I had to pay her …… she told me some thing which I cannot forget….. it still rings in my ears …..“If you want to meet me again…. let the money be… you will ultimately meet me”…..with these words she just got up and walked away……. walked away never to be seen again……..

For me she is a very pleasant memory to think about …..and feel good that there many people out there who are beautiful because they help others when it matters…. even through constraints!!

By blogger Jags

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


"I have been waiting for a girl  like you......"  Remember the song ......







Tuesday, May 8, 2012

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

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What can I Say?
It is the end........... view!!

Calm ..... and alone

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 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 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 need to be unique and not mediocre.... there is definitely nothing new in what you 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… 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