The one that I call me!!

Venmathi

2011-08-19T21:58:00.000-07:00

G'n'R - Patience

2011-08-19T21:56:00.000-07:00

Annie's Song

2011-08-19T21:54:00.000-07:00

Black Swan

2011-03-05T09:29:00.000-08:00

A search for perfection!

One has an idea of who he wants to be and sets out on a journey in an attempt to be.
More often than not, one is not who he wants to be, yet struggles to be.
The struggle to be poses more challenges than he hoped there to be.
Over many a rock, trench, wood and damn, light, he hopes to see.

En route, many a man, in light, one does see.
Men who travelled another path, one he did not see.
Paths with lesser rock and trench, known to him to be.

Changes path, one does, in hope, light, to see.
Comes back to the erstwhile path, one does, for he no longer is, who he wants to be.

Who he shall be, one shall see.

Yaan!

2009-07-13T12:37:00.001-07:00

Manidha! Nee yaar?
Uruvam ondru uyir ver ondru!
Inaippil kavidhai...
Inaippil oviyam...

Kalaiye! Nee enna?
Pirappil uruvam mudivil uyir!
Ondril kavidhai...
Ondril oviyam...

Kaadhale! Nee enna?
Oruvagai uravu oruvagai uyir!
Inaikkum kavidhayai...
Inaikkum oviyangalai...

Kalaiyum Kaadhalum kalaindha kalavi
Manidhanul undaana deiveega kalavi

Random!

2009-02-28T22:55:00.000-08:00

Adhocism vs Structure!

One finds that innovation, radical thought processes, etc work far batter in a system of adhocism as opposed to one with structure. Age teaches you that consistency is better maintained through structure.

Man is inherently adhoc! Man's creations are structured to facilitate culture and well-being of all! What then happens to man? As one ages, man tends to align himself to his own creations by building in structure into himself.

This transformation causes a change in the entire life style of the person. It is therefore obvious that man, in general, becomes more serious and loses his "childishness".

This is often noticed even in the kind of music that one listens to!

There might be another reason to the change in musical inclinations. It might also be attributed to the fact that the more music one listens to, one's musical inclinations also change. From pop to rock to progressive to classical to jazz to carnatic and what not!

The stone is as true as what it stands for!

2009-02-27T00:13:00.000-08:00

There have been millions of those so called "unconventionals" who believe that effigy worship must be eradicated and call it a bane to the world as the stone hides the truth that it stands for!

But the fundamental reason for the existence of the stone is that the need for it exists. Not everyone can understand what the great Vedas say! But order needs to be imparted on earth. How then would it be possible! The only logical conclusion would be a certain level of abstraction. Abstraction, for the uninitiated, means that only enough information is supplied that is absolutely necessary. The rest of the information is available on request only.

What that facilitates is effective functioning of systems without the need to understand how the system functions. But one would find that to be able to make best use of the system, you would have to know how it functions, hence one takes some extra effort to find out the nitty gritty. With some difficulty, he does figure out a certain information set that he can leverage to his advantage!

The parallel drawn involves the effigy that represents the abstractions and the underlying truth of the Vedas that requires the extra effort to understand!

Music & Theoretical Musings!

2009-02-25T07:55:00.000-08:00

What the hell is this idea / concept / phenomena, music? As much as one may ponder about the above, the conclusion that is likely to come out of the sequence of thoughts is that it is absolutely redundant to classify it in one of the above. Although, personally, I would call it a phenomenon as the other two would generally refer to something that is inherently humanly created, whereas, music is something that is inherently natural. The sounds around one in nature (stress on the word nature, which by itself is a rarity) is pure and pristine – easily the highest form of music.

What is it that draws us to music? There are multiple reasons, tune, rhyme, meter… what not! Let us take a look at each of the above one at a time shall we…

Tune! There is little that is more prominent in music than the tune of the number. There are multiple levels at which this tune exists. Most people hear only the lead. The lead may be either the vocals or the major instrument. For all you guys who are at this category, I beg of you to pay closer attention to the sounds of music (actually of silence as well!). Should one notice, the beauty is in the nitty gritty. Believe me guys, sometimes I feel that there is an entire universe in each song. Songs are inherently layered. The lowest and most inconspicuous level is that of the bass line. Modern day music sees this as the product of the bass guitar. Of course, there are multiple purposes to the sound of the bass guitar, but it is majorly used as the filler in a song. It is that part of the song that adds depth to the song. It also goes without mention that several instruments apart from the bass guitar may be used for the same. It generally holds what we call the root note or the most prominent note around which that segment of the song is centred around. Then comes the layer of chords that sets the progression of the tune. The lead tune is usually split into segments of a certain underlying progression. These segments are defined by chords. Then of course the top layer of the lead tune. This is only a broad basis for the split and is far from sacrosanct.

Rhyme! This will be majorly determined by the poetic capacity of the lyricist. This post is intended to center around music rather than poetry and lyrics. I could although tell you that a song is also centred around music rather than its poetry, although the poetry is nevertheless an integral part of the song for that is the first thing that one notes in a song. Does poetry support the music? Or does the music support the poetry? This is something that first timers at music composition generally have a problem understanding. First, the theme of the song is frozen. Then, the music and the poetry are created almost in parallel. Music is frozen and the poetry is suitably modified to fit the tune and more importantly, the meter!

Meter! This is the part of the music that is to me most fascinating. Here too, I’d like to look at it at different levels. The simplest is that of the beats. There is a misconception that beats are generated by percussion only. Percussion only assists and makes the meter prominent. Orchestrations of the western classical origin are brilliant examples of how beats are not necessarily originated in percussion. It must be noted that meter is an inherent in music and can almost never be escaped. If meter is completely absent, one would not call it music, but merely noise. There is another form of meter. The most fascinating numbers (classics) created have repeated strings of notes at regular intervals. Symphonies of Beethoven and the like again, serve as examples.

All this said, it is in the confluence of the detail that music is made! But unless the details are noted, the full flavour of the song is still left untapped!

Whats in the url?

2008-07-19T14:06:00.000-07:00

What is life? What are we here for? Why do we exist? Is there a bigger scheme of things?

Sometimes I feel may be I am a little too young to think about stuff like this. But I cannot keep myself from thinking about it cuz it is just far too interesting a topic to ignore or shy away from. It is almost a rhetoric that keeps running through my head. It am told that great philosophers of the world have spent entire lives thinking about this, effectively lives wasted. Lives wasted? I disagree. It was their goal in life to try to understand the meaning of life. They did try to understand the meaning of life, the best way they knew how to. They, I believe, have achieved more than what most people do.

It is interesting isn't it..... that you think best when you converse, converse either with yourself or with others. I wonder why that happens. I feel that it has something to do with "living in the now". the concept of ridding your mind of thoughts that are irrelevant to the current, of the now, where the mind is in a state of absolute consciousness, with the mind active, full of thought of nothing but the current moment, "the now" - source : what little I understood of the first few pages of "The power of now" by Eckhart Tolle.

Going back to where we started: Life! Life is that energy that distinguishes a carcass from a living being. Now what sort of energy is that? It beats me! But it sure is intriguing.

The Gita says, just like many other religions suggest, that there exists a certain phenomenon (I can’t find the right word) within us called the soul. Now is this soul that energy? The Gita says so. The Gita calls it the Jeevathma. This Jeevathma is described as the light within us. It is common knowledge that many religions/cultures associate light as the symbol of purity and energy. The Gita also explains the Jeevathma as a drop of the ocean Paramathma. Somehow, this makes profound sense to me. I associate with it in a way that I feel comfortable with and it makes sense to me.

There is energy all around us. There are several kinds of energy, Gravitational, Nuclear, electromagnetic, etc. The Unified Field Theory, though not complete yet, suggests that there must exist a certain rule of Physics that unifies all of the phenomena that happen in the universe, so as to imply that all these energies are merely different forms of the same energy. It is the same energy that flows through our body; the same energy that makes us think, through neurological electrical signals/pulses; the same energy that makes the heart beat; the same energy that provides us with motor skills. This is pretty much the same energy that is all around us. Now, does it not make sense that this energy, the soul or the Jeevathma is but a part of the energy that is all around us.

This energy that is around us is referred to as Paramathma in the Gita. Effectively, it makes sense that the Jeevathma is a drop of the ocean, Paramthma. It also makes sense that when a living entity dies, the energy (Jeevathma) within the body that has hitherto kept it alive escapes the confines of the body and becomes indistinguishable from the rest of the energy around us (Paramathma). “The soul leaves the body of the dead and becomes one with God”. Familiar concept isn’t it! So what I am ultimately arriving at is that God is energy and vice versa.

A parallel school of thought: It is common belief that matter and energy are two totally different things. This, despite Einstein’s famous equation, E=mc². The fact that one is can transform into the other suggests that they are both different forms of the same thing. So to say, that energy and matter are the same and as established earlier, energy is God. Therefore, so is all matter. We are therefore, in effect, surrounded by God.

“God is on earth.”

- P. V. Ashwin

www.godsonearth-peevs.blogspot.com

People and Me!

2008-05-08T15:39:00.000-07:00

My world revolves around me as much as it revolves around the people around me. In fact, my world revolves as much as their worlds revolve around me.

Need I say more? Well, I am an extrovert!

Hot Young Blood, they'd say!

2008-05-08T15:03:00.000-07:00

I am all of a sudden filled with a sudden anger for something that I admired, adored and worshiped only a few months ago!

Every company works within a certain system that it designs for itself. Here is a company that has its foundations set firmly on a base of hypocrisy; a company that strongly believes that one can make ends meet by merely pressurizing it's workforce, in particular, the executives; a company that states that all systems must be made man-independent when "percolating pressure" is the motto for the day; a company that bewilders its employees as to how it managed to credit itself with a Deming Award with a supplier base so incapable; a company that brands its executives incapable of performance when actually it is the company that is incapable of finding adequate resources that enable commendable performance; a company that supports its shop floor operators no end; a company that does so not in altruistic motives but with a motive to hold a firm grip over the activities of its worker union; a company that achieves this at the cost of the shop floor executives; a company that has a zillion schemes for welfare of operators; a company that seems to assume that workers and executives are motivated by the same scheme of thought; a company that seems to have no means to recognize talent and appreciate a hard day's work; a company that fails to see that greener pastures are available to its employees; a company that expects its executives to work as bonded labourers do; a company that has excelled in the art of powerpoint presentations; a company that seems to recognize the talent in people that involves the showcasing of illusionary talents; a company that i find myself fondly thinking as one that will be a shady haze of the past in less than a month's time, at least as far as I am concerned.

As for the people who intend calling it their livelihood, my message to you... GET A LIFE!

TADA

2008-04-27T09:08:00.000-07:00

"The machine that you sit on tells the rest of the world where you stand!" - Harley Davidson - Live by it!

Day started early at 5.30 AM. Got ready for what was an absolutely fantabulous day! Rode outta home at 6.45AM and met the guys, Arul and AT. Surprisingly, they were on time! Ah! What a pleasant surprise!

Here is what is getting off on the wrong foot means... Picked up food at a small road side hotel. While heading back to the bike, I twisted my ankle when I got off the pedestrian platform. Twisted pretty bad! And, it wasn't gonna subside for the rest of the trip!

Decided to put the bad stuff behind us and took off on our two wheeled macho machines! Mr. Sun was surprisingly nice to us, blessing us with tender warmth, when we were expecting the scorcher of the mid - April sun! Touched a 113kmph with pillion. some pics to start off with!

NH5 is one helluva ride! Took the left turn after Gummidipoondi towards Varadiah Palam (pronounced as Varadayyah). After this little village, over a bridge ( barely one) took another left towards Ubbalamadugu falls (a.k.a. TADA FALLS) . I must say that the roods upto this point were absolutely spectacular! (Why can't L&T lay all Indian Roads!?!?!?) After the 70Km to Tada and the 10 Km to Varadaiah Palam, we rode another 2-3Km to reach our destination.

It is this last leg of the ride that is so torturous that you wonder if it is even worth getting there! (and, I am not too sure if ma babe was made to take that kinda beating). There was literally no road! A pathway for vehicles maybe, no road! A pathway that alternated between stretches of large rocks the size of footballs and stretches of beach sand. This I presume is their way of preserving the pristine untouched nature of the place!

So we finally get there after putting are machines to the miseries of wicked ideas of unkept pathways (NOT ROADS!). Parked our bike at the Parking Lot, the farthest point upto which you can take your motor vehicle to. Photo Session!

Arul had done some homework before we left... He learnt from wikimapia and some other blogs of the distances between base camps and the way to the falls! Though it came in handy for a while, we didn't know which way to go beyond a certain point. Luckily there was this other group that called Ubbalamadugu Falls a frequent haunt. We simply followed them through for the rest of the distance.

From the parking lot, we walked some 100 odd metres and got to Base Camp 1. The fastest leg of the trek! With no patience for a break, we kept moving on when most would've stopped to relax after the long ride. Next was 1.5 Km walk through a reasonably defined pathway to the Sivalayam Temple, Base Camp 2. No stop here either! We were told to rest here and muster up as much strength as possible for what was to come. The arrogant trio paid no heed to no warning! Kept moving and in the process, overtaking a big bunch of fellow trekkers to get some sorta weird undisclosed "kick" by getting ahead of them!

Little did we know what we were to expect beyond the next hedge. To start off with, some reasonably formidable verticals that we scaled easily, thanks to some intelligent guy who had left this nice branch of a tree that was easy to climb!

Needless to say, we were really proud of ourselves for getting over that one! We thought that the worst was behind us. Boy, were we wrong! Less than 100 m down, we encountered this 35 foot vertical. No lousy branch around this time. No branch could help scale a 35 foot wall. It was upto our clad feet and naked hands to carry us the distance and it was particularly difficult for me with the twisted ankle. This leg of the trek could easily be called our attempt at free climbing and it sure was intimidating, atleast to the extent of making us forget to take a pic of the vertical before going up. But we did get a shot of the view after going up. Here it is.

This picture doesn't really give you a perspective of the height that we are talking of!

Here is one that does!

Once over this cliff and a 100 m walk, we came to this lake/pond that was bound on 3 sides by vertical mountain faces 80 feet tall. The catch is, we had to swim a 100 m to the waterfall and I was the best swimmer amongst the 3 of us. Needless to mention that I could well compete for the world's worst swimmer!

Luckily, the group that had come immediately after us knew of this and brought inflatable rubber tubes to get to the waterfall! They generously lent the tube to AT and me. We swam the 100 m only to see this little trickle of water falling from a height of a mere 10 feet that was supposedly christened "Ubbalamadugu Falls". Apparently, there was supposed to be another one next to the one that we saw, falling from a height of 80 feet. Summer had dried up the big guy!

The backdrop in these two pictures shows the little pond that I have mentioned above.

Left is a picture that I really like for the expression on Arul's face. Boy what comics we are!

We had our brunch immediately after this, the stuff that we had bought before I twisted my ankle. The Sambhar packet had leaked ruining my backpack and making the most of the remaining food inedible. The Coconut Chutney had gone sour and so had Arul's milk for his cornflakes (yeah, Arul brought cornflakes for the trip!). We ate the pongal and the vada that was untouched by the rotten side-dishes and satisfied our burning hunger the best we could.

Scaling up these verticals is a lot easier than climbing down one of them, just take my word for it! Luckily we found another way that was easier than the one that we took to climb up. Easy, but not easy enough. At one particular boulder, the toe end of my right shoe got stuck in a crevice and tore away, not entirely, but just flapping below the rest of the shoe. Now I had one leg with a torn shoe and another with a twisted ankle!

Ok, I forgot to mention that the initial pathway from the parking lot is continuously intercepted by the stream of water from the Falls. Decided to take another dip. AT was the first to leave the water here cuz he was feeling very conscious of himself as he was being checked out by a bunch of drunk kids (apparently software engineers, the incredibly local dirty cheary kind :P). I was next Arul wanted to linger around for a little longer. It just so happens that after the two of us got out, the little stretch of stream became heavily populated by fishes, fishes that love Arul so much that they decided to nibble up a piece of him. Oh what a sight that was!

He was finally driven away by the fishes and we headed home, through that wretched stretch of rocks and beach sand and then the blissful highway in the gorgeous violet of dusk.

Whatever the reason, be it the exertion of the trek or the wonderful company of my 2 best pals or even masochism of a twisted ankle, I thoroughly enjoyed myself!

Theory of Minimum Incompetence!

2008-04-12T23:22:00.000-07:00

The theory of minimum incompetence states that, "An employee grows in an organisation till such time that he reaches a point where he is found incompetent."

During the tenure of an employee in an organization, he would initially fulfill all his duties to an extent that would be classified as proficient. He would be found fit to take a promotion and would in all likelihood perform well there as well. Eventually, there would come his way, a designation which would involve duties and responsibilities, objectives and targets, to which he would just about be able to cater to. With passage of time, he would by default given another promotion, not because he deserves it, but because of other reasons such as vacancy and absence of alternatives, company policy, etc. Then, he would reach a post where he is unable to cater to his own O&T's. This is when he is said to have reached a state of minimum incompetence and there would be little or no growth in his career beyond this point on! Hence proved!

There rises a question in corollary to this theory, "If this theory be true, how would a company be able to perform with all its employees incompetent for their designations?". The answer is that not all employees are at a state "minimum incompetence". It is the ones that are yet to reach that level that contribute effectively to the company.

You and I are also would eventually reach a point of "minimum incompetence". Hard to digest is it not? Statements that bear maximum truth are always hard to digest!

Voila! Another one!!!

2008-04-11T17:07:00.000-07:00

"In view, a humble vaudevilian veteran, cast vicariously by the vicissitudes of fate!" - from the all-famous "V"!

But... are we all not mere actors who seem to be permitted to stage only one act! An act that we consider so precious and oh so dear that it seems an almost distantly concieved idea to think of his co-stars, of his fellow artists! Under the mask of the character that we are assigned we are all absolutely the same, period! Yet, what is visible to us is nothing more than the character that is portrayed!

The flip side to this is that when one realises this, it is often very easy to forget the role that one is meant to play and is caught between worlds, one, that tells him lets him see only the character and not the person behind the mask, and the other, that is the fruit of his realisation that tells him that one isn't very different from the other nor himself!

In the cast that I see around me, particularly at my job, the clash of the 2 thought patterns is so stark that it sometimes hurts to understand the distinction. I see boys my age and younger and men, fully - bred over - grown men who take their daily orders from me. Sure they are merely playing a role! But is there not a reason as to why they have been cast their roles and i've been bestowed with the honour of the role that is to lead the pack (if I may...). I try and find a balance in terms of doing my job and respecting each individual for the fact that they are all equal, as I am, to any other man on the face of the earth today, but where exactly is that balance and what does it compromise?

Man, life isn't the least bit easy... is it?!?!?!?

Start!

2008-04-02T10:00:00.000-07:00

I have been intending to do this for an aweful long time! And, voila! Here it is! My blog!

How we all yearn for things that are our own! My blog! My bike! My job.... MY LIFE... etc etc... Perhaps this is what the elders meant when they said that we are all attached to our material possessions! Should that be the case, I really wonder why they intended the statement in such a derogatory and demeaning way, in the sense that we should not have such attachments and obsessions!

But these are the things that I identify myself with! My alma mater, Don Bosco and Crescent Engg College; My music that ranges from anything from heavy metal to carnatic instrumentals; My bike, Bajaj Avenger 200 DTSi; My friends; and of course all those things that I hold near and dear that are probably superfluous to the topic of contemplation!

Assuming that it is possible to let go of all these things, then what does one identify oneself with?
What would one's purpose or need to exist be? If one's purpose in life to merely exist, isn't that a whole lot of waste of extensively buit up faculty! Evidently, this isn't the solution. It would be an incredibly simple solution, but as experience teaches you, the easy solution is usually not the right one!

Stephen Hawking says, "Humanity's deepest desire for knowledge is justification enough for our continuing quest." That would mean that the purpose to life is to identify the puspose of life. Now that means two things, one, no one has noticed that the greatest thinker of our living times has made a statement that is no less than a measly oxymoron and, two, we have identified the purpose of life! Now why exactly am I not satisfied? This too, is obviously not the right answer to the fine question!

Assuming that detaching from all material associations is the only way to achieving this purpose to life, also assuming that it is possible also assuming that one has achieved this purpose of life, THEN WHAT? I mean, what do you do after you have achieved the so-called purpose of life? What is the purpose of any further existence? Would you find another need/purpose to exist? In all logical probability, yes! Then, of what significance is the first purpose? Does it mean that there is more than one purpose to life?

Now that makes the idea of a single unified elusive "purpose of life" redundant and obsolete to me! What seems more logical is a subjective purpose to life! A purpose that is subjective, distinct, dynamic, self-centered (in one way or the other), and sensible only to the individual that the particular purpose is assigned to, rather assumed by!

Now what exactly was this post intended at? That is for me to know and you to find out! Ha ha ha!!!