Regret of Not reading History in Undergrad ...

Its nice afternoon.sun wont get behind the cloudy sky before 8.30.i am sitting here at cemented street bench which is built as part of extentension paramount plaza at broadway.
Summer has given life to everyone .grass which is near me ,the trees which gets effected by gases released by vehicles and building around still the power of fresh air gives new life to outdoor activities.
Its nice here ,i just finished an engaging and easy reading on Gandhi and Churchil by Arther Rehman.
what a great story teller he is.he should tried writing a fiction than pinning down the extraordinary lives gandhi and churchil. Both are my favorite characters in the history. I am inspired by the oratory power od churchi and shrewd and moral tactics of Gandhi. While reading my old regret of not studying history kept coming back to mind.
when i was in high school history was the details and dates of wars and kingdoms.i decided to study literature because i thought its the literature which would prove window to the world of that particular,i still think the same way though with lots living examples and the way literatures were written. Later it was mitul who would ignite my "sushupt" love for history. He put lots of air and water into the seed which was lying in my mind .this seed was love for history.i always questioned the word itself,why we call history why we dont call herstory....
Anyways it was easy and delighted reading. I could not have read faster if i was not aware my daily public libarary fines of 25 cents. Right now buying books are out of my priority though i am getting better in buying designer ties. Fortunately desire to read and imagine have only increased in last few months. Weekends are mostly spent in working or reading .....

To be continued .........

Phenomena and its sequencing

Shop, lotion , oil and massage ...this morning my friend martial was thinking about his bath and how all other ceremonies related to bath can take place at the same .
Its a big challenge for our mind to understand the sequence of event . Infact i was thinking about the cameroonian saying (which martial said as a response to my hindi saying hot virvan ke chicke path).i thought about the harekrishana argument of hindu supremacy and egyptian civilization . I have grapled with similar questions when i saw ancient egyptian artifacts at met museum and compare them with my village artifacts . There are tiny almost toysize houses kept in met from ancient egyptian time .those small and tiny houses reminded me of "gharkula"which sisters or daughter of the house make for their brother.that gharkula would be ingaurated in the eve of divali. Shape and design of the house found in MET musuem is so similar to the gharkula made in my village. There are so many 'katia' lying in the egyptian section of the musuem.when someone says hindu (for example that harekrishna guy) civilization is beginning of all civilisation and for example javed who thinks abrahamic civilization is root of everything .... When i think of the glory of mayan and inca civilization ..... Ancient roots of humanity in africa .... Why cant we think in terms of parralllel events and simultaneity of phenomena ... Why our mind makes so simple constructs in favor of linear series of events. This linear thinking is problem of many things which we see in the world.then i thought about multiple drops of rains .... Do we have some drops which originates before than others in that particular fraction of moment. I am becoming mad in my effort to understand the series of events .......at the same time a serenity captures me and i can see the multiple web of phenomena taking place at the same time . What is the sequence of the event ?

My secret readers these are just seeds of the future detailed works , If you any questions please ask ......only your questions can elaborate these thoughts

Manish and I

who is this other me who gets disturbed at grand central station,by seeing old woman asking for help and does nothing . I kept walking but other manish was stuck there looking for answer which life brings in front of him....she was old fragile and her hands were shaking ...she was asking directions standing in front of entrance of grand central station which is located on the side of chryslar building ..she stood there and manish moved on . Oh this instance is not over yet , one lady gave her a hand and the quilt of manish reach to intense where manish felt like a looser since he lost the opportunity to be a good man ... Mind of manish moved on .... But something broke inside manish and these words are efforts to build that broken piece and this broken world still lingers on ......

There is another manish who has this taste for great art and music, this greatness of music and art in mind mostly shaped by readings and my own ambition to become elite in life. My idea of elite was shaped by media and other s opinions. Udharu aadmi hoon main!!!,
after few days .... was sitting in starbucks located near city hall .it was quite cold. People keep their ac so cold in this country. Its so strange in summer their ac will be cold and winter you can sweat inside the building .... Bought some roasted almond,oatmeal cookie and venti java chip frappuccino . This food has hell lot of calories . Started reading borges again.
i find him very diverse and philospical his prose are combination of someone who is very scholerly and original. Scholalarly in the sense that he quotes lot of greek and western philosphers in his writing ,sometimes his stories are so interpersed with historical dates,quotes and real character that its difficult to predict if his is just creating fictional settings with original quotes and dates.
One has to understand the world of blindness to understand borges . I am not talking about blindness which is dark or in other words black and white. His blind world is rich as james joyce,homer ,milton and surdas. In that world there are all colors except black ....
while reading him body felt cold and ,manish thought tagore's story of moonlight when reader is reading the beauty of moon while sitting inside the house and when he sees the moon through his window .... He leaves the book and see the words were just indicator of that vast and serene beauty which night was expanding all over ....
So manish came outside and sit in the park .some smell of dead animals are in the air ,sound of cars and other motors,laughter of friends and that artificial water fall ....
this smell of outside is better than the starbucks .. Its earthy and engaging its own ugliness and beauty....music on satellite radio is great in the starbucks store ,its clean and lively but this park inspires manish to reach some higher forms of consciousness which is jointly shared by trees,mosquitos and crickets ,squirrels around me .... ..

The truth is that there are many Manish whose existent I am not aware of ...........Still searching there .......