On life, calculus, books and writing

I haven’t been updating my blog as I used to, before. It’s not that I am out of inspiration. In fact, I feel inspired and alive by everything the world has to offer, these days. This is a big statement, coming from someone like me, I know. But change, curiously, thought I should change for the better. Any person would change in the atmosphere I am in, now. The word ‘transformation’ would better fit me.  Call it Divine Grace or anything, I feel blessed. Period.

In all cases, a person feels distracted and goes around explaining how 9 plus 9 equals 18. That’s the lure of the language. Once you get caught, you get caught. There’s no coming out of it. It’s like searching for that one star you found on the millions-of-star decked sky at one time and looking for it hoping it would pop up somewhere real big, let its presence known and surprise you. The point I am trying to make here is, what started as a topic on blogging ends with Divine Grace and what started as a reason ends with a star-decked sky. You get the connection. Distractions and exaggerations are inevitable when it comes to blog posts.

Life. Hmm

If I were to start writing about it, there wouldn’t be an end. It would be an ongoing article; an epic tale that would capture brilliant moments of reality. The self-conscious “Damn!-what-made-me-do-something-stupid-like-this-what-am-I-going-to-do?” looks that we get from people all around, the emotionally honest kid that tells his relatives what his parents were discussing about them the other day, a friendly smile that adorns people’s faces when we say a genuine thanks, the shopkeeper’s interest and enthusiasm in making me buy all the novels he has when I visit his second-hand bookshop, the way every moment responds to our attitudes and thoughts, a million thoughts flashing across my mind when I badly need them for illustrating purposes, every single moment that extraordinarily has unprecedented uniqueness..

The list is inexhaustible. Any further attempt will be futile and appear to be cliched.

I love the art of coming up with definitions. Creating a conception fascinates me! Here are my definitions of Life;

Life is the integral movement of Time and Space in the plane of Consciousness.

Life is synonymous to Calculus. Life, like Calculus, focuses on limits, derivatives, functions, integrals and infinite series. Calculus is the study of Change. Life is the playground for Change.

As I am writing this, my views on the subject have broadened and I can trace striking similarities between Life and Calculus. I need to delve deeper into the topic to produce an original conception.

There are a million ways Life can be defined. I am stopping with these two for the moment. Thoughts should take shape and take care of themselves. I am going to do nothing about them until they mature.

Coming to the fascinating topic of books, I feel obliged to offer an explanation as to what I have accomplished thus far, in the reading arena. I earlier wrote a post on books that I had planned to read in 2009. I have only covered 4 books from the list but have no qualms about it. I decided to stay off books from the middle of  October and haven’t broken my resolution thus far. Touchwood. For a person like me, staying off books is not easy . I and only I, know what sort of mental energy and determination it takes not to touch them. I will most probably break my resolution on the first of January. A conspicuous irony indeed!

If books add a solid dimension to my life, writing acts as the base. I haven’t been prolific these days since words seem to have taken advantage of the freedom I give them. I need to structure my thoughts and words which have become rebellious. Hmph.

Here’s a poem on life. I am calling it ‘Signs of Life’. A first draft.

The cloudless sky with its abstruse nakedness

and the impatient Sun rising to create horizons,

reveal a gleam of hope; a ray of delight,

the conspicuous signs of Life.

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I have conceptualised a theory on Education based on Robert Pirsig’s metaphysics of Quality. Haven’t sought the help of language to put it in words yet. It’s in the mind. The post should be out by the first week of January ‘10.


Rustling words- a poem

Powdered ashes
Noiseless annihilation
A fiery tale.
Temporal thoughts
suspended in air
A new beginning.
Soulful music
Enraptured trance
A recurring dream.
Happy faces
non-existent evil
An incomplete life.
Poised equanimity
Presence of Good and Evil
Wisdom transcending Knowledge.
Attraction bordering on infatuation
Unconditional love-like stance
A superficial fairytale.
Cliched metaphors
dramatic love sagas
A subtle anachronism.
Wordless thoughts
Overpowering language
A surreal rhapsody.
Silence of the midnight
Flickering candles
An ironical fate.
Superfluous silence
Unprecedented flow of emotions
The birth of language.


Poetic peregrinations- A short story: Part I

Rummaging in his mind for the forgotten name of Proust’s novel he had recently read, he weighed the probability of his remembering the title of the novels he would read in the future, listening to the wind sigh a note of melancholy, with amused indolence. The wind seemed to be conversing in hushed whispers with


Thoughts on Individuality

When I stumbled across an article that classified individuality into different stages, I was intrigued by the whole concept. Sadly, Individuality is misconstrued as ‘Uniqueness’ these days. Or has it always been this way since the dawn of the prehistoric phase?  Individuality, according to me,  is an awakened social consciousness that makes an individual confront


Divine chaos- A short story

Every time I used to read Sartre, Camus, Dostoyevsky or Nietzsche, you used to ask me why I read such depressing books. The ironic truth that they have come in handy at a time of need is what makes my life interesting. If I hadn’t read them all, I would probably be sitting in a


Classical and romantic understanding

My hypothesis on classical and romantic understanding, the two kinds of human understanding


Books I have planned to read

I have been reading interesting books of late. Below is a list of 30 books I have planned to read within 2009.  At the rate I am devouring the great works, I might read even more!
The Time Traveler’s Wife- Audrey Niffenegger
The Book Thief- Markus Zusak
Flatland- Edwin Abbott
The Little Prince- Antoine De Saint- Exupery
Thus spake


Eternity- A Short Story

Insane Mortals,
The decision I have taken doesn’t necessarily reflect my views. They reflect yours because you governed my views all through my life. You made me think I would never recover from whatever life was bestowing upon me. I would have happily accepted Fatalism if not for your eclectic views. You made me a hedonist,


A tale of frustration,happiness and success

This long tale tells how I launched I, the Writer, India’s first literary digital magazine for aspiring writers.


Midnight Whispers-A Poem

“Do you know what you are to me, honey?” You began, luring me with your words
“The fragrance to the rose.
The myriad-colored glory of the sunrise
to the awakening sky.
The serene beauty of the moon
to the star-decked sky
or the sparkle of the waves
to the somber sea….”
A charismatic smile lingered on your cherubic face,
stirring up the conflicting emotions