Short.Confused.Arbit

Before it’s too late…

Arati — Thu, 04 Feb 2010 18:21:28 +0000

Speak out

The seasons are slipping away

What is it that thee ask me to reveal?

Love and Perfection…

Arati — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 09:15:37 +0000

Mom shared this with me today. No idea who wrote it originally.

Love does not say,
“I am now PERFECT,
you can now LOVE me,”
for such makes love conditional
upon one’s perfection,
and makes the beloved proud and arrogant
instead of being full of gratitude.
Such a love evokes fear
for it is a love that can easily be lost
upon the slightest mistake
and upon the smallest sign
that the beloved is not worthy of one’s love.
Let those who yearn to know
what true love really is behold -
“I am wretched
but You have lifted me up and LOVED me.
Your LOVE has made me PERFECT!”

Till death do us apart…

Arati — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 17:28:22 +0000

The lesser you know a person, the easier it is to imagine “life” with him.

Shiver. LOL.

The smartest…

Arati — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 09:13:45 +0000

… man on earth today is no longer someone who knows everything. But someone who knows exactly where to look for it.

Knowledge…

Arati — Sat, 16 Jan 2010 09:09:41 +0000

Knowledge makes everyone equal. Knowledge is for sharing. The more we share, the more we know. The more we know, the more come our way. One thing leads to another and every step makes us more aware. The more aware we are, the more informed we are, wiser we get. Wiser we get, the closer we are to nirvana. In my head, nirvana is the state where we are “opened” by knowledge.

Knowledge has to be shared. Don’t know what qualifies as knowledge. In my head, everything that is of any significance to at least one person on this planet is knowledge. Even those silly you tube videos are knowledge. They tell you something about human lives. About how we are as a race and where we are headed. Thank god for the internet. I am smarter today because of it. All the knowledge of the entire world is there at my disposal. I only have to think of it and look for it. I can’t even imagine how many thousands and millions and trillions of bits that is. The ENTIRE knowledge of the world. How does one define something like that? The ENTIRE knowledge of the world. What is the magnitude of that? How many years and years of learning is that.

Man is truly a genius. Not divine but just plain smart. And I don’t care if there are smarter beings out there. But for some creature to have thoughts and then to be aware that he is having those thoughts and then to have the extreme intelligence to delve into those thoughts and chronicle them so that it is available to the generations succeeding it. To have thoughts about thoughts. That can only be in the capacity of a supreme being. Of an extremely smart, intelligent thing. And god! How lucky are we to be born as that intelligent thing.

It is true we are all driven by our animal instincts at the end of the day. We are all animals. When push comes to shove, we are all just animals. And history is witness to that over and over again. But we have enough sense in us to rise above that animal instinct. To follow something that is not animalistic – if there ever be such a word. It might be for the better or the worse but we have that sense in us and it’s bloody brilliant. True, we have used that knowledge and intelligence to make our lives hell, to make it complicated beyond human cognition. But what is beyond human cognition? Aren’t we in our own limited world, the most awesome thing around? Isn’t our level of cognition the most supreme ever?

Tired…

Arati — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 18:43:11 +0000

Exhaustion is what overcomes me as the day closes. But it is not the happy kind of exhaustion. Not the type that leaves you feeling satisfied as you slip into slumber. It’s the kind that takes me on an unwarranted guilt trip. I ask myself, why am I tired? What am I tired of? And I have no answers. Surely, staring meaninglessly at data that makes little sense to me or making presentations that are rarely read by people. Surely, those couldn’t make one tired. No. I don’t know why my body slumps at the end of the day. I wish I knew. I wish I had a good enough reason to feel tired. I wish my exhaustion could be justified in some way. At least in my head. Then I could feel tired shamelessly.

Safe…

Arati — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 09:57:14 +0000

It’s funny, I actually feel safer having a public blog than having a secret diary.

Orange Seeds…

Arati — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 16:20:23 +0000

There,

You lie in the bin

With peel and the paper

The garbage man

Tomorrow he’ll take you

Crush you to nothingness

Make you one with this earth

By then it will be too late

Little seed

A thousand oranges you would have borne

Inbox…

Arati — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 21:46:27 +0000

Everyday I open my inbox hoping to find some meaning in there. I don’t know what it is that I seek to get the meaning of. But for some reason, the inbox is where I look for some clue to my life. I open it everyday hoping to find a surprise. A familiar name. A long lost friend. A reason to love. A reason to rejoice for a few days. Something that will one day land in my inbox and make my life more meaningful, more worth living that it is right now.

But day after day, I get only junk. Junk from the thousands of newsletters I’ve subscribed to. Over twenty emails that I delete without reading. Without a second glance.

The only thing that makes most sense to me in my inbox, is my daily newsletter from Astrology.com. It’s the only email that I read and look forward to everyday. At least, there’s an element of excitement there.

What a menial existence this is. Waiting for surprises in the inbox. Bah.

Power…

Arati — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 18:01:55 +0000

Was watching “Ghosts of Girlfriends past” this weekend and though it was an overall rubbish film with a rubbish sense of nonsense, one thing stuck with me and hit me as being very true. It’s when Connor Mead, the lead character, says this:

“Someone once told me that the power in all relationships lies with whoever cares less and he was right.”

Somehow felt like he was talking to me. Opening some old wounds and telling me, “Duh you fool! You didn’t know that already?”

Thankfully, he then said something that made more sense and salvaged the situation for me:

“But power isn’t happiness, and I think that maybe happiness comes from caring more about people rather than less…”

Touche!