Non duality, self realization and a bottle of whisky

"What is called 'mind' is a wondrous power residing in the Self. It causes all thoughts to arise. Apart from thoughts, there is no such thing as mind. Therefore, thought is the nature of mind. Apart from thoughts, there is no independent entity called the world. In deep sleep there are no thoughts, and there is no world. In the states of waking and dream, there are thoughts, and there is a world also."Inspired by Ramana Maharshi
Its all about life, all about being conscious of our mere existence. Nothing can exist on its own. Everything is dependent on others. There are no opposites in this universe only relations. Light exists only because there is darkness. The sole reason that the god exists is the existence of the evil. It is a single entity. It is the non duality.
Now, I come back to my self. These sort of spiritual words of wisdom will definitely make one void of emotions for his life. The world itself be in a state of non existence. Imagine what if everyone comes out of their mundane activities and realize their self. There will be peace there will be eternal bliss. We are just lost souls in this rapid swiftness of this life. Nobody realizes who they are, what they are. Nobody dares to ask himself "Who Am I?" The life is wasted.
At the end of the day the soul succumbs to the routine affairs from which nodody is able to come out. The truth is nobody wants to come out of the ordinary course that may create a spark of rebellion whcih may change the world. Nobody wants to bear that torch. Nobody wants to be revolutionary. Everyone wants to be an ordinary man. Everyone wants just to be a lesser mortal in this life or the next.
Life is just a bottle of whisky which may take us to a state of bliss, but momentarily..only momentarily.....
" It means that light and shade, long and short, black and white, can only be experienced in relation to each other; light is not independent of shade, nor black of white. There are no opposites, only relationships."Lankavatara Sutra

Nothing is as beautiful as SLOGGING

9am....Posted later:::The dream is over for the men in blue. Now they can return home happily and spend some time with their family. Today is Monday the best day in the week. No day is as interesting as Monday. The beauty lies in the art of slogging from 9 am to 10 pm. I feel rejuvenated on Monday evening after working for 12-13 hours. I feel completely refreshed after an exhausting weekend of taking rest. Nothing equals joy that the work brings. I feel hungry now, will continue writing non sense after having breakfast till the "Manager" comes. So far nobody in my team has reached the office. Those lazy people didn't seem to have any responsibilities unlike me(*sigh*).
***back after having breakfast***
My parents were supposed to reach Bangalore by 10 am on Saturday but reached around 5 pm.Thanks to "the efficiency" of Air Deccan. I spent most of the time with them for the past two days. They brought a sort of hair oil to prevent their son's head resembling Gandhi's (forgive me Sir)at the age of 25 which will highly depreciate my value in the "marriage market" even if I get a million as a salary. That means I should avoid all sort of gels, colours and shampoos that I used till yesterday to nourish my hair. Parents always know, what is right for their children.
Bulshee came back after attending the wedding of his classmate.
It is going to be a normal day for me. Nowadays my life seems o be quite bland. I feel it misses all sort of vibrant colours it had. The reason : May be I don't know..

"I would rather be a coward than brave because people hurt you when you are brave" E.M Forster

The Legend continues!!!

The connection between the title of this post and the matter is as close as the relation between me and coding. The need for his blog came from mere necessity to prove that I am a male. Everyone around me has a blog. I don't want people to think that I am an illiterate just because of the fact that I don't have a blog.
The last two days were great as far as cricket is not concerned. Nothing much to worry about the life that lies in front blinking at me saying "Son, you gotta do something with me!". The break from the mundane slogging like a slave in an usual IT company is really a blessing. In college we didn't care about the days that passed by but here we really do. Writing this I remember the blog I have created on the last day at the college, I still remember that moment, It was a cold summer night at NITC in the room number 326 E hostel where history still sleeps when I wrote this..

The 1st post

hmmm.....I must have had a brainstorm. I don't know what to write in my 1st posting. The last night of my BTech life but still lack technical knowledge. I can remember the day I joined here, all the time I had with my friends, the frustrations(exams) we had, the joyful moments we shared and all other sort of funny activities we did. All flashing through my memory like it has occurred the day before. Don't know what I'll be feeling when we bid a good bye to the college. I was sure of one thing when I hit the final year "I won't miss this college. What I'll be missing is the college life." But the life proved it to be wrong. I'll miss those clapped out classes we had, the chits we passed in during lectures, those "get outs" we received while having serious talks of wisdom in front of teachers, teasing those beautiful girls that passed by us, the smirks we had while annoying someone, those unplanned trips we had,those booze parties, those late night flights.......it goes on. That was the day that was! Nothing in this world can replace those years."The best days of my life." It was a paradise.

Bygone are those days where we didn't know what worries where. The only worries we had were those bad elections. Now the life itself has turned out to be a big worry. The work, the manager's wrath, the appraisal, the tax, the bonus, the spending, the traffic , everything. The transition is very difficult. We still are boys but are expected to be men. Its too bad

"I pressed her thigh and death smiled"- Jim Morrison. This sentence still haunts me, don't know why.