Moonstruck sanity

For the umpteenth time, I had crossed that acclaimed gang-plank of a bridge, on campus, with tall thickets sprouting out of the bog. It must have been after 3 in the night for not a soul gamboled past. And the wind was blowing with the nonchalant ferocity that provokes a tussle between instinct and intellect. The swarming fire-flys were peevish in spluttering miniscule tinges of yellows to break the black of the night sky.

It is over three months now in this city, they call it the city of joy. It has been a roller coaster with the brake wire yanked away. Presentations, assignments, quizzes !! Mud baths and swearing hordes !! The constant hum inside the campus has been fervent. The first week had been the icing, now etched in stone. Those were night-less moorings that straitjacketed our animated countenances; we slept after daybreak and had to be up again in time for a sumptuous breakfast. I write sumptuous breakfast for lack of a precise and apt description. Then on a Monday, began the insipid monotonies of class room lectures. Lord Dalhousie, I had thought I wouldn’t have to bear with after the Class X history, came back with a vengeance. And he wasn’t alone. In four weeks of Indian political and economic history, I clearly recall opium showed up somewhere in between. And so did Ms Gandhi. Please don't try to connect the two. I cannot dare to begin my tirade against the misnomer that is marketing. Or the nuances of behavioral sciences. Engross on academics further and it might rankle you too. Submission deadlines, everyone exhorts are sacro-sacrosanct. Yet, often they are eventually extended. Hope we are not seduced into a capacious indolence over here. The schedules would pull us out of our two day long recluse tomorrow, for an onwards stride. One of the charms here are the parties that aren’t a rarity. They churn out music and booze unto well after daybreak.

The realization of spending two more Februarys over here evokes a chaotic sentiment. Waiting for an entirely new saga to emerge, to unfold into its many colours.

The Global Impact of Green Technology Companies

Are we in time? More methane has escaped from permafrost in the past five years than in the previous fifty. Water shortage remains a pertinent challenge; millions of square miles of land in the poorest of nations are turning into deserts. One issue that champions attention is sustainability and climate threats. The planet cannot, possibly, cart the relentless growth each nation strives for today. Of the nine billion people that would be alive in 2050, most of them would have seen strife and will aspire to consume more. The need for an exact inquiry into carbon abatement costs and climate change finance arises.

Had green ways been cheaper than non- green ones, innovative businesses would have enveloped us by now. For a quantum leap in green technology, the price of oil will definitely be one of the most significant market forces. The Stern report estimates that the necessary global action could cost an additional one percent of global economic activity. The world’s armed forces spend twice that amount every year for national security.

If nations upgrade to green energy as part of the natural cycle of replacement, there may be no additional capital cost of going green. Germany is an example where a strong policy decision boosted the global schema of the solar photovoltaic industry. Heat pumps in place of air conditioners make for smart avenues to offset the C impasse. Add to that, most efficient wind and hydro generators provide electricity at a competitive price to that of coal based generation.

Appreciating the taxonomy of environmental investments is essential to comprehend the impact of the ‘green’ injunction. Climate change presents institutional investors with risk as well as investment opportunities. The inherent fluidity makes climate change impacts and timing tough to conceive. Here lies an opportunity for the daft manager, an opportunity to exploit to generate a return greater than what the market has to offer.

As the majority of countries adopt green-tech, a sustainable market may evolve with an unsustainable market bringing up the rear. Rich countries would use their muscle to close down the latter. Countries outside the sustainable club may enjoy low prices initially. But in due course, these countries would suffer from the sanctions imposed by the countries committed to sustainability. Over time, most producing countries will transform their processes to gain access to the premium market. In general, prices of the world sustainable market would rise sharply. Resource-rich, poor undeveloped countries will learn to maintain a stable national market. Market entry would be at premium for such countries due to the clout of the developed countries. Countries where commodity prices are higher, for example, Switzerland and Japan would be forced to reduce consumption. This is because any policy that depended on imports would be a risky bet in such a setting. Recognition of agents of inveterate over-consumption would benefit all clusters.

The strains are already provoking an acerbic rift. The grain clamours for its raison-d’etre. The U.S. blatantly harps on the rising food consumption in the developing world as reason for rising commodity costs. It comfortably overlooks the fact that they have already blended over 7 billion gallons of biofuel into gasoline. The green economist Volker Heinemann succinctly claims that “Free trade is out of touch with reality.” Green technology has led to the design of alternative policies that required sound economic thinking to implement sustainable technology.

molding collusions

Two kids, you and I, playful, on a beach were building castles in wet sand. He had dug deep. Now, he could put his hand way past his elbow into the hole.  She had also worked hard. Her eyes sparkled. Her hair, dark black, shone for the grains of sand in them. The crimson red sun was about to go down into the big blue sea - a spectacle that had been cast innumerous times yet still chaste, un-captured yet.  Their digs were about to join into one another, a few inches away now. He could feel it. It would not take much longer.  With each handful of sand he pulled out , he became more animated. The chasm enthused him to exert harder. Her fingers now were awfully close within his reach. Seconds elapsed. She had stopped digging and was gaily teasing and mocking him . That one instant when fingertips brushed together , her fingers stretched , soft  to touch  , both of them had skipped a hearts beat.  The joy of achievement , trifling but grand , pure yet intricate was thrilling.
An inextricable web woven  unknowingly , providence would have them cross paths again

reasons and beliefs :)

Splendid work yaar, never expected my reply to be dissected by this precision of a surgeon.

Before trying to pursue the matter further, I‘ll say m not professing the case of crooks or quacks or charlatans. They in fact even do not deserve mention in the matter at hand

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Y do we believe in saints.. the answer is we r fools or more appropriately we want to be fooled.  

Doesn’t this mean we are fools if we BLINDLY follow a saint? I would still say that one can blindly follow his Guru without questioning every action. But in the last comment I forgot to mention that finding the right saint/Guru to follow is a Herculean task in its own right.

Don’t know what u infer by the term religion or if u consider it to be separated from every other action but to me religion is virtuosity in every action of our existence.

U say u wouldn’t reason whether u shd brush ur teeth but would definitely reason in matters of religion. Y biased in favor of religion. What does the word religion lead u to (genuine query and not sarcasm J)

 isn’t it inappropriate to not reason the trifles and try to reason religion .

Would it be very wrong to say that “he or she brushes his/her teeth religiously “.

If still u say that religion according to u is something entirely different then I would like to understand the same. If we are on the same boat, I hope the reason y I wrote 

that   wouldnt have survived this long if we questioned our parents when they first fed us or clothed us whn we couldnt make sense of its utility makes sufficient sense.

Something that strengthens my take is the fact that in so many years of being, there were numerous instances where my understanding and my reasons to any incident/subject/want diverged from those of my parents. Blindly Following my parents (foregoing my reasons) has never led me to trouble. And now I understand their reasoning. The same is the relation between a disciple and a guru. The guru having tread the same path and matured on it, just tries to reduce the obstacles the disciple might bump into.

I never raised a doubt on your learning of Buddha or Vivekananda. Knowing u for some time, and even otherwise I intended to say that u have done your hard work in coming to the conclusion that these men are holy and now u can bet without an iota of doubt that they haven’t ever erred. It is this strong conviction of yours ( it is not possible for you or me to know every minute detail of their lives ) based on your research/analyses that reiterated my belief that once u trust someone , u can blindly follow his dictates.( surely without trying to find reason) ( had u tried to reason when u wrote Well, I bet you, if you ever find something erroneous about them, please do tell me.... u wouldn’t have written the statement at all) .

And u did not demean anybody. And where have I said that u claim to be the most intelligent. (it is  ur interpretation of what I wrote )

It wasn’t intended at you but was a generic statement. Link it to the crooks who claim to be saints and their followers.  That day during the conversation, when all of us were claiming the milk that was siphoned off to be some trickery (or scientific phenomenon), the person who had narrated the incident was just smiling, not contesting his claims bcoz he had realized that we fools wouldn’t believe him even if he tried his hardest? He had seen it happen and did not require our approval to hold his belief. We could not understand and comprehend that happening and hence mocked it away .That is why I said we find it it is hard to acknowledge that there do exist those who know/understand more than we do.

"The learning and knowledge that we have, is, at the most, but little compared with that of which we are ignorant." plato –

The application of the rational mind to search for the truth and the learning and knowledge gained in the process is little compared with that of which we are ignorant.

If there were a means to unlearn all that we have learnt irrationally ( an example – the truth that we will all die someday , could we have learnt this truth in a rational manner?? U would say by seeing other people die we can conclude that we will die , but is it an apt reason) if we could unlearn the fact that death is a surety would religion have been founded in the first place.

All this might appear out of context to u, but I somehow believe it to be  inextricably joint.

Buddha, Jesus found truth by themselves, didn't they?

Agreed . But what about Krishna’s colloquy given to Arjuna – The Gita ??

Buddha questioned his charioteer about old age, death and then he developed distaste for this life and finally became a monk (again arising from rationality and faculty of cognition)

I have negligible knowledge of the works and life  of Buddha. Yet , I would want to know answers to these questions ? Were there monks before Buddha and was He aware of them.  If yes, then he only followed a path (even that must have been tremendously arduous).  If no, I would like to understand the rational behind y he chose to live as a hermit, why he believed that he would find the truth/sanctity he desired by leading life as a monk.    

And to your example I agree completely.

But mathematics is derived from axioms !!!

as if it were only yesterday, those splendid days of yore

It feels crazy the way my stomach still  churns when i bump into a friend from school after nearly a decade. Many summers have connived to distort the innocent candid faces that sashayed joy and despair in the same breath. Yet, the smiles beam - on recognizing a school friend and reminiscing the times spent laughing, bickering , bantering.  Gee !! All  we could care for was getting a free period, winning chalk fights and scampering trying to finish homeworks. Right from the morning drills in the assembly that all loathed to the tomfoolery in the bus lines at the end of the day, our worlds were painted  in a myriad bunch of dazzling colors. And in the din, each of us had endeavored to build a firm foundation to  paint the magnum opus' our lives are today.

It seems only a fleeting instant back, we were kids running amok in shorts and skirts and now the same brats transformed into comely  men and women walking down the aisle, taking vows of ageless amalgamation.

Amongst us, there are plenty still dazed - harking on those days of grandiose and the rest who find such speaking frivolous and futile. Yet that which underlines the essence is the fact that - All of us are forms and impressions of one another, entwined inextricably by a common strand - our alma mater. 

p.s. bumped into shweta and tarun @ spice today.  

legilimens !!

I lay in a shack

Sleepless, blowing candles.

When the beast barged in

And let slip to me I m marked

Shoved me into an alley

Owls and cats plenty.

I had a wand, brandished it at dudley

Dread nearly snuffing ickle duddydums

I could whoooz n fly, I could brew pallid potions

I mushroomed and matured as I glimpsed into the mirror

The red head and the muggle

Helped me salvage the prized stone.

Tarantula’s prey I would have been

But for the convertible we had sneaked.

Down a deep vent I went

To battle a savage serpent.

The best man broke free

My bedfellow’s rodent on the flee.

Veins in my entire body shiver as I visualized

How close I had come to be kissed

Bewildered I stood, the tongue un expectantly

Turned blue and I confronted a dragon.

Touched the abyss of the lake

To retrieve my mate.

The maze set me in a stupor

Centaurs and sphinxes were not surreal

To Riddle I had to riposte

Echoes cued me to action in the grave orchard.

The brute professor, the revolting army,

The loss to the veil, the jolting oracle.

I would have to murder to remain alive

Uncheerupable and quarrelsome became I

Arduously worked with the epitome of magic

Revealed that the enemy’s soul was scattered.

The apostate who had begged and felt remorse

Crept, and my mentor purported dead.

The wrap up is under construction…

I m flying high….

Wink wink………

sad ?? happy ?? sad agn ??

Were it easy to make choices -with no fallouts or missed opportunities- would u flirt with your dreams. And if all your dreams started fructifying, wouldn't these splendid dreams suddenly become very boring. Am I missing something very basic to the argument!!

Already 24 februarys passed and still wonder at times what needs to be done to succeed. Rather what in fact is success.

Is following a trail laid down by some ghostly specter and managing not to stumble, success ?? it might load you with the wherewithal and the means to splurge. But would you be able to resist following the same trail of that alluring ghost when it comes to the manner in which you spend your booty. Just because the neighbor has a Jacuzzi you want one installed too, irrespective of the fact that you only bath once a week. This tendency to emulate others is now entrenched in all of us, the fact that all of us try to deny this accusation, just reinforces it :) One might argue that men in the past have scaled daunting peaks and to be able to match up to those, is success in its own right. Those men faced challenges, came up with solutions which we now blindly and mechanically follow. Y ?? But isn't that why in the first place a society was established- to barter and trade skills and experiences.

What other option to success ?? Tread towards somewhere yet unexplored ?? The odds are heavily loaded against achieving " Success". If one cannot even define success, from where would he derive the determination to move towards it.

Wikipedia gives 3 definitions of success - a level of social status, achievement of objective and opposite of failure. Already tried to reason y the first one is improper. Achievement of objective - this definitely cannot be the definition of success coz objectives are compounded in multiple layers. Aspirations do not exhaust out.

if u r dumb than 100 people, u are at d same time smarter than 1000 people ..




And the last one - opposite of failure - is mere hogwash.....

Could one justify tiptoeing through life to arrive safely at death ?? Does it add credence to the argument and to our existence ?.

would one be all happy happy who claims to walk uncharted expanses or would he be morose in the face of the innumerable challenges that beset his strides ?




Only if someone had some answers !!