What an original idea!

There is absolutely no harm in borrowing ideas. Absolutely none. But I strongly have believed that creating your own ideas (no matter how mediocre) always gives you an edge. You don’t have to always wait to create something outstanding, small beginnings are good enough. So why is it so important for the idea generator to create ideas? Here's why:

Borrowed Ideas	Original Ideas
Never trigger imagination. These can only inspire, amaze or fascinate but nothing more than that.	These fuel thoughts, stir imagination and stimulate action.
No sense of achievement, whatsoever	An amazing sense of creation
Limits thinking to what somebody else is thinking	Thoughts know no boundaries. You are the master of your thinking and can direct it wherever you like.
Usually does not result in any meaningful discussions	Can render an interesting discussion or can seed a new idea
You and your originality are never heard	You learn to express and open up
Your mind gets clogged with too many theories and that too of others	You are clear about what you think and what your idea is
You become the follower	You are seen as the leader

And it’s all good, it is all just fine

Dismay gets darker with each minute,

Inertia pulling it all in a bleak vacuum,

Tick, tock, tick, tock… tipping silence,

I look closely at the emptiness and it makes sense,

The dismay looks petty and minuscule,

 Bleak vacuum passing hints of freedom,

Time to experience what is truly real,

Hear harder for the lyrical music in the tipping silence,

Let not things control your happiness, seize it irrespective,

There suddenly is beauty and loveliness around,

World, spinning for me and for me alone,

I am real with a life too short for triviality, 

And it’s all good, it is all just fine.

Letter to the Delhi Hooligan

Dear Delhi Hooligan,

Congratulations on your new hooliganism.

Just when we think we have seen the worst of your atrocities, there you are with another unimaginable one to shock us. You never seem to limit yourself. You have managed to stretch way beyond the limits of the most heinous evil that could put even Satan to shame. Three cheers to you for your fearlessness. Leave alone the fear of law or the police; you are not even fearful of challenging the very basis of humanity. As I along with every other Indian pray and wish, that from now on you just have the most abominable 'what you can no longer even call life'. I can’t start to imagine how aggravated or frustrated you must be and what a liability your life must be on this planet to even start thinking of something which you have done. Any person who knows you even remotely must be so disgraced and embarrassed. How suicidal your parents or spouse must feel. Hope you did not beget any monsters as yourself; we are struggling to eradicate you and your likes in the first place.

Though I still fail to understand what you seek. If it is only about your carnal needs, we could give you some alms. In fact, we could have a hooligan fund where you could draw from, whenever you have the 'urge' rather than running around like a maniac. Go ahead, take some charity and find somebody willing, go, shoo....

Dear Delhi hooligan, your nuisance on the roads and at public places was enough for me to despise Delhi. Sometimes you were in the guise of the rich Delhi brat who shot me for not serving liquor or you shot me because I asked you to pay the toll. At other times, speeding in your drunken state, you decided to slaughter my life which you thought cheap. You robbed me outside the malls, you pinched me on the bus, you winked at me while I was in the market or you passed a lewd remark when I was simply walking on the street. I fail to understand what pleasure you get from doing any of that when I don’t even show any remote sign of appreciation for any of your action. Wouldn't your efforts be better spent at someplace where they would be better admired? I don't know if you are the person standing next to me in the metro or the auto driver. I don't know if you are the vegetable vendor or the person at the ticket counter. How many people can I mistrust?  

All thanks to you and the lack of justice to the growing numbers like yours, I hate to be called a Delhiite, an Indian.

Story of Uselessness

Some things are just so useless. So useless that you seriously and sincerely wish if you could do something to wipe them out.

While traveling on the metro, there are some stations where people neither board nor disembark, ever. And these are exactly the stations where the doors seem to be taking the maximum time to open and then close. This is when you wish that there was an intelligent metro system which wouldn't stop at a station if there are no takers.

Then after waiting for ages in the immigration queue, when you’re finally in front of the immigration officer, he seems to be endlessly staring at your passport picture and then your face, your face again and your passport as if matching the color of your kohl in the picture and now. Can we have biometric systems in place to identify us if identity is all these officers are concerned about?

We have people who at the toll will be arguing for 20 something rupees and seem to have all the time in the world. Why can’t we just have a crane pick up these cars along with these people and put them straight behind the bars?

There are people at the bite counter at the movies who would wait till it’s their turn and only then bother to think about what they want to order. They have the insensitivity to not only gaze at the menu for the longest time but call up their partners in crime to discuss the order. Can we just throw them out of the queue?

There are people who want to take elevators for even a single floor. Can we just have some mechanism where the elevators don't move people across one  floor and rather push them to the stairs?

There are people who send emails without a subject or with subjects which make no sense whatsoever. Why should anyone look at your email if you wouldn't tell me the contents? Can we have email audits or universities teach students about effective email writing?

Well, the story of uselessness can just go on forever. Different perspectives, different uselessnesses.  

Would you rather come for my cafe?

What makes people walk into a congregation? What motivates them to rather participate in a session during the time which they would otherwise be reading the newspaper or catching up with the grapevine?  What makes them leave the warmth of their chairs while sipping a steaming coffee and walking into a room full of strangers to hear about something which they have no clue about?

Could it be personal enlightenment?  

Is it the realization that the need of the hour is to learn something new, constantly?

These are the questions I ask myself every time at the end of each of our cafes.  We borrowed and customized the café concept from Gurteen. It’s not a lecture and it’s definitely not training. It’s about experts casually conversing about some areas of their expertise or about the lessons learnt during a series of projects which they were part of. The experts are more than willing to please and the participants are always more than what we estimate.

We never send out any personal invites or meeting requests but the idea is to send open invitations where people feel free to walk into the venue, pull a chair, hear the expert and by the end of the session share a cup of coffee with the expert and network. So each time at the beginning of every session, we are nail biting and anticipating whether people will turn up or not and (at least till now) it ends up with all of us running around to arrange for additional chairs.  It’s been working out well for us. We have an enthused participation without any compulsion, bonus or relation to KRAs. Perhaps at the end of the next session, we could interview people and ask them what motivates them to be there.   

Time no matter no more, worry no matter no more.

Years, days, minutes, seconds...how irrelevant. As humans we are most comfortable with living within slices of time. And surprisingly it governs everything we do or don't. We reward or punish ourselves in terms of time. And due the milestones which we attach with time, we worry ourselves to death if we don't comply.

After my first diving experience today, it's clear. There is a world where it doesn't matter what age you graduate or if you don't have a job till you're 25 or if you're not married until very late in life or if you haven't had a baby even though your biological clock is speeding away. It doesn't matter if you're beautiful, wealthy or successful. It doesn't matter if your job is sickening or if you have worries that seem to weigh you down all the time.

All that matters in the under water world are the untouched wonders. You start a lifetime experience with a lot of hesitation. But the moment you start to feel what awaits you, you just get it right. To begin with,the moment I had my head under the water for the 1st time, I thought I was short of breath or would stifle but the instructor brought me to the surface for some air and (thankfully!) almost pushed me back again and this time baby I wasn't to give up. 

Its a world of unbelievable colours and life. Life that is so pristine, so vibrant and so real. Nothing matters, just nature, reality and I. I tried to touch so many new things but it seemed to tell me "you can only see, not touch." 

When I was finally out, I was quiet for a long time trying to believe all the beauty I'd seen in a single day. It seemed I was in the water for only 10 minutes but I was stunned to know that I was gone for 30. 

Seriously, Time no matter no more, worry no matter no more. 

Highway on my Pot

While having my dinner today, I was watching Rocky and Mayur's 'Highway on my Plate' and I especially like their show since they snitched the idea that I have always had. The soul of any place is its food. So I had this idea of hosting a travel show where I (a hardcore vegetarian) and Sumit (a more than a hardcore non vegetarian) search for a place's soul through its foods. So we go around searching for how can a vegetarian and non vegetarian survive in this place. 

But no, I don't think I can host this kind of show anymore. 

These guys were in Puri, Orissa. Doing what? Of course they were hogging and hogging and hogging and hogging. And seeing them hog quashed all my dreams of ever nearing such a show ever. 

After my brisk walking session and now relishing my only protein lightly salted dal dinner, my eyes were not prepared to see what I was seeing them do. I cannot subject myself to heaps of glutton glazed in slimy looking oil and slimier spices. There was a heap of rice that sat innocently on their leaf plates soon to change colors as it was bathed in red fiery sinful oily curries, on one's plate there was a vegetarian variety and the other was a non vegetarian. Can't even start to imagine the harm it would do once inside their systems. And as if the main course assault wasn't enough, there were the desserts. Huge rasgullas and gulabjamuns or a mixture of these fallen in the unrighteous extra sugary syrup. I have seen the guys gorge white flour snacks and sweets from different cities, in numerous shows, which are fixed in no other way but deep fried to give you enough piles on the hips.   

I have nothing against Rocky and Mayur, in fact I think they are really good entertainers and more than anything really brave. Subjecting their health to so much torment and yet maintaining a great sense of humor but I pray they are staying away from getting a highway on their respective pets (tummies).

I am now starting to think of a travel show to search for healthy foods in different cities. What say ;-)