Life

This is a sidebar type of thing that appears at the bottom of the IIMC extranet homepage. The following is an interesting entry that turned up tonight:

Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great crystal river. Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks of the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting the current what each had learned from birth. But one creature said at last, “I trust that the current knows where it is going. I shall let go, and let it take me where it will. Clinging, I shall die of boredom.” The other creatures laughed and said, “Fool! Let go, and that current you worship will throw you tumbled and smashed across the rocks, and you will die quicker than boredom!” But the one heeded them not, and taking a breath did let go, and at once was tumbled and smashed by the current across the rocks. Yet, in time, as the creature refused to cling again, the current lifted him free from the bottom, and he was bruised and hurt no more. And the creatures downstream, to whom he was a stranger, cried, “See a miracle! A creature like ourselves, yet he flies! See the Messiah, come to save us all!” And the one carried in the current said, “I am no more Messiah than you. The river delight to lift us free, if only we dare let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure. But they cried the more, “Saviour!” all the while clinging to the rocks, making legends of a Saviour.

It happened only once, but it fit in so naturally; it was built-up to its finest point with such finnesse and subtlty that when it did, it was absolutely expected — there just couldn’t have been any other way.

Very few chance happenings occur that way, but when they do one often ends up wondering if there were some bigger, yet unperceptible forces at play. Serependity? Destiny? Maybe it was written, meant to be.

And it feels that way only because it doesn’t happen more frequently. Also because it lasts for such a short period of time. Half the fun really is playing it back in your head. Of course, the other half was the anticipation.

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Paul Oakenfold is the man.

This is supposed to be a difficult post; it is not easy to be specific while being abstract enough to not disclose much about yourself, and yet retain the interest of the readers and make a meaningful post. So here goes.

I think I am a geek at heart, and I’m practical and calculative, but not in the negative sense that it often connotes. That is not to say that I lack emotions, hardly the case. I feel. And I’m quite happy for that. But there are far more times when I have to push my practicality away to get to those emotions than otherwise. It is not that it is difficult; it is just that the emotion obviously hits first, but with all the baggage of environment, upbringing, formal education and training, the analytics follow, only to overwhelm. That’s when the fight between the human-side and the mechanistic-side begins.

I want to do certain things, but I wouldn’t permit myself. This post is one of them. But I’ve written it down, in perhaps a moment.

I just wish sometimes that I were a bit lesser mess of contradictions.

Then again, I wouldn’t be me, would I? But do I want to be me?

Convoluted questions apart, I still haven’t quite discovered the real point of all things. Maybe I never will. But darn, this sucks. What is worse, is that I realize it, and yet, do nothing about it. Or maybe I am; I just don’t seem to realize that I am.

I’m brilliant at multi-tasking. Maybe this thought process helps build that competency. I’ve observed that I can be super-efficient when loaded with stuff, but how long can I sustain. And to what purpose?

We all wish for a simpler life. Would it be half as meaningful if it were simple?

There’s one thing, however, that I’m pretty sure of: Purpose drives. The one trick to sustenance: Keep that purpose alive. And maybe that is the answer.