Random Tidbits 2

~Our motives, our stories and our lives don’t always make much sense.

~ If I were God and I looked down at the world full of billion people, each with his/her dreams desires ambitions, conflicting interests like people fighting for handful of jobsetc etc, I would need an optimization algorith of the nth order. Or I wouldn’t fking think about the billion people an go discuss with my peers the existence of uber-God.

~ We try to confine multitude aspects of reality into our little compartments of ideologies, faith, beliefs, ambitions and dreams. What we see is not reality, it is the function of what we want to see in the world.

~ Am I one or fragmented? Are my dreams my own or someone else’s? Are my thoughts my own or are they borrowed or manipulated? Am I one person or many not just because everyone sees me differently but also because I am myself a random assortment of traits, beliefs, dreams, likes, dislikes acquired from or inspired by so many others around me.

(written during Sikkim trip, Feb 2009)

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Nehaan in Persian means ‘secret’ or ‘hidden.’ In Japanese, the same word means ‘nirvana.’ In these pages, I will make an attempt to explore, and if possible, partly or fully reveal what lies hidden from our view in our day-to-day lives. The path will be characterised by a certain lack of method which I think is characteristic of human intuition. I write and shall continue to write only when inspired to do so. This also means I might occasionally make forays into varied fields such as science, music, philosophy, language, linguistics and poetry, to name a few. I hope this would not put off new readers and tire the old ones! But who am I to complain–even the lovers of fine wine feel repulsed by the first drop and still, quite strangely, dizzy by the last.

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