Monks Protests in Burma

I copied this photo from BBC . This is burning time in Burma. I am disturbed and keenly following the development in our neighbouring country.

I think some times...... whats in a power which makes occupants dumb, shield from voices of reasons and compassion . Protests are getting bloodier and harder for monks to continue their march.........more on this later.my head is starting to remind me that I need sleep now .........

Bryant Park Incredible India Event

I met many interesting artists in the event.One of them was Hare Kishan Jee.He is Kumhar from Delhi.Long beard with deep eyes. he told me so many stories about many artist. I was mesmerized by seeing his deep engagement with mud . He was making some pot with his chakka.

I will write more on his other stories but he said one very important thing ........ Kaun khelta hain mitti se ( who is playing with mud)? He answered himself yah toh Main khelta hoon yah shyad wohi khel reha hai mujse ( Either I play with mud or mud is playing with me )

This kind of statement can only come from a person who knows the secrets of existence. A sense of egoless being can see the himself as fluid medium where existence is playing its different function.

I find his statement is very similar to decalarartion made by Prophet or Jesus where they say I am medium and someone else is coming through me. Apne aap koh parmatma main atmasaat kare dene se hi aisi bhavan aa sakti hai kyonki us awastha man main sirf karta ka bhav reh jaat hai and we all become medium of energy which is already there ..........

Ahmednizad visit to Columbia

Its five thirty eight in the morning . I just came from work and thought before i go home , let me spend few hours at Lerners hall. I am having green tea which I got from my store .
Its difficult to see people at this hour in campus. I say campus in such a way that it sounds like i am still engaged as a student at Columbia University. Actaully I am since I spend quite a lot of my time in this campus.

I always thought i needed to spend more time in this beautiful place and due to lack of stable job .....I am here most of the time these days . There is sense of serenity prevails in this intellectual zone of Manhatten. What a luxury to be in school ! I find campuses are snobish and naive place in this world. Real world is far more interesting and total in content however camnpuses are here to give sense of nostalogia . I miss my JNU and TISS in way but i would never go back beacause in a way I have outgrown those place. And what a use if there are not same friends ,afterall places have complex relationship with people. Our sense of belonging and beautiful memory get shaped by people and places.

I felt bored and stranger in JNU campus when I didnt have old friends walking with me amidst all those stony pathways . Let me not get into my campus memory lane.

Going back to Topic of this post ..........

Yesterday ,President of Iran was inivited to Columbia campus.It was controversial decision to invite such a person whose reputation is shattered by western media and western human rights organization . President Bollinger has already created enormous controversy by extending invitation.

When he spoke and put some pertinent questions in front of President Ahmednizad, He sounded more like a activist and less like a president of a University . It was certainly not a humble and graceful way to welcome guest. for the name of academic freedom , Columbia President has lost the humility and at the same time sense of query which every body of knowledge must stand for. He was probably compensating the damage done by invitation. We understand that Columbia has upheld the great tradition of freedon of speech by inviting him however one has to remember that Iranian president doesnt lack platform to express his views.
Ahmednizad was bit annoyed but he kept his composed appearence. I appreciate many of his responses though his speech was clever portrayal of diplomat . He came to campus with expectation of such kind of reception in his mind .

I wont go into views expressed by him at this point since all those issues requires separate columns. I think west must go beyond the current narrow understanding of contemporary politics. Thank god to the rise to china,who is going challenge many contemporary notions of religion,democracy and market .

This is the first time

One of friend says that I am born late,
This blog is enough evidence of that statement. for last twenty years (Yes I am that old now and I have written my diaries from class third ) I have captured my sense of existence in diaries and letters till now but finally I will be writing in both the forms. Though I still paper and pleasure of writing on it most sacred act and there is sense of sanctity in writing personal letters and diaries. Let this blog be a act of sharing to others. After all how long i am going to keep things to myself.

Those diaries were never personal; I find it quite public because there is always viewer which existed inside me ,i wanted to pretend myself as great man,because one part of my being is greatly shaped by readings and i always try to transpose those readings into my own lives. for example i wanted to buy silk kurtas beacause i used to see Our former Prime minister Late Narsimha Rao used to iwear tasar silk. In the same way i wanted to look great in my eyes since I used to read great man writes diaries.
There are other reasons also responsible for my diary writings. My introvert personality and its inability to communicate to others.

Again coming back to the issue of viewers, In other words there is public eye which existed inside me. Actually I realized this amazing fact recently while reading "The unbearable lightness of being " where Milan talks about people who lives to show their life to other. some lives for unseen eyes, some lives in front of people whom they love and some lives for public eyes.

I find myself always living by unseen eyes and public eyes( I acting on the stage) at the same time I have lived by unseen eyes too. This unseen eyes always existed when I imagined as my dream partner before sleep ( This was long before I learn the art of masturbation , so please don't confuse this with sexual tones).

For example i used to see my first school girl friend as potential viewer of my actions . There was always someone who existed in my dream world as viewer.

I must get rid of this viewer, but what i am doing, by putting these thoughts into blog , I am creating a viewer ship, which is unknown and in a way public ............so who is the reader of these blog .........

you or just me (there are others who exist inside me ....... and I want to kill that other )