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By Kiran, June 29, 2009 10:23 am

They say that most people are searchers, but unfortunately they don’t know what they are searching for. We search for that to be great moment, the fulfilling job, the wonderful spouse, the miracle cure, the purpose of being, and sometimes even for the meaning of the soul. Some searches end with victory at the finish line and some searches only beget more searches. Every victory and every loss, every celebration and every tear of despair, every toast and every consolation, don’t just shape our perspective on new quests, but also make up the very essence of who we are.

Sometimes the answer is as simple as three words, sometimes the answer is as complex as our dna, sometimes the answer is vague and metaphorical and sometimes it is straighter than Tell’s arrow. And in that momentary revelation, when the answer materializes itself for all but a flash, its ironic that we seldom realize that we already knew what it was all the way along. And suddenly we grow an appreciation for the question that we turned over and over in our heads, reshaped and reworded and extended  into six other sub-questions. Once again, I find myself retraining my monkey brain to stop worrying about the answers and start enjoying the journey that the question entails. But at the same time, I have of late taken to relishing the answers, waiting for them to take form, and subsequently on those rare auspicious occasions when they do reveal themselves, revel in the however brief euphoria. For after all, we are but mere mortals.

So I say cheers to those few moments in life when we find the one answer makes all those questions irrelevant, when we realize that a whole new future is about to unfold unto us, to those few moments when the most perplexing of problems disentangle into pure colors, to the times when the sense of joy is only overtaken by the desire to express it, and to those fleeting events which make us realize that we are only as happy as the people we love.

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By Kiran, June 19, 2009 3:40 pm

Two sundays ago, there was a rally for Darfur/Africa in my  suburb. For the love of live music, excited townsfolk and the cheap thrill of being part of a rally, I participated for an entire block before realizing the pointlessness of the whole exercise. It just happened that the person walking next to me, carrying a sign for peace in Congo had no idea what the capital of the same is. About 28 countries in Africa have engaged in some form of civil war in the last two decades, but not much is ever reported in our mainstream media. A lot of us have even heard about Darfur, but almost none of us have ever heard of the real reason for the conflict or the fallout of that extended war. The European colonization of the continent over the years, and the subsequent exploitation is of course to blame. But I am no expert on this, there is however this excellent objective article about the history and the events that have led to the demise of a once rich land. While I have a pretty strong opinion about the african conflicts, for the sake of being politically neutral, I will refrain from elucidating them. But my opinion nonetheless can be summarized in one line, “take matters into your own hands, revolt against oppression”.

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By Kiran, June 18, 2009 6:12 pm

It is hard to imagine how fast a month can rush by. Once upon a high-not-so-long-ago, I had promised myself that I would blog more regularly and even boldly proclaimed that I would not become one of the 90% of people that blog their gut out for one month before fading into ether. My reason for not blogging and rescinding on my self-vow is irrelevant really. Its not that the time bygone has not been eventful, it has been to a good extent. But it is hard to believe that just the entry of one or two new people into my daily life has had such a profound impact on my free time, my interest in the blue world and beyond, and my brief incursion into the many arts.

The times for me have been exciting, and the times have been curious. People around me have mellowed down, the loud talkers have simmered down, the love birds have broken up, good friends have moved away, colleagues a little wary of the recession, and the need to constantly feel stimulated has somewhat died down. And yet, there are those close to me, that got married, some that are spending more family time, people i know graduated from one degree to another, some that are mending broken bridges, and several good friends that are falling in love. And all that in just the last month. If I were a god, I would absolutely relish watching all those ants chaotically colliding and separating and pat myself for not giving each one a gps.

They say that life is like a spanish soap, you might not understand who is saying what and where the story is going, but you don’t care as long as you enjoy watching the exploits of the philanderers and the connivers. But its been nice, despite the occasional spell of boredom, to fly under the radar for a few days and surrender to the lull of simple life. But yet again, looking forward, I find myself at more crossroads, a little overwhelmed at times, a little excited at times, sometimes anxious, but mostly hopeful; there are choices to be made, but deep down I know I have already chosen, just not acted on them. There is, a certain degree of inertia I have been unable to shake off in the last few days. And the motivation and inspiration to do anything other than what I am absolutely required to has dimmed to a flicker during this period. So here I am, once again, with the mere purpose of being accountable to myself, reminding myself, and consequently renewing my vow to myself to not let the ink fade off this blog. There are still thoughts to be penned, more questions to be asked, worlds to be explored, sights to be captured, charms to be discovered, all outside my microcosm. All I have to do is step outside once again.