Colors of Life

Holi is a fun festival. The thing that interests me more, is that everyone uses the phrase the phrase they use to wish everybody on this day.

So what are the colors of Life ? I guess i has to do with the way we associate colors with our emotions. An evolutionary remnant ?

Should you paint me in red, when i am angry. Should you paint me in Blue, when i am at peace. Is just one color enough to paint someone anytime ?

Even if we paint a very complete picture of such emotions, will that be enough ? Maybe we could use 10 different colors or maybe 100 different colors, even a million colors . Will it be enough then ?

What if i paint with a million colors and you can see the world only in black, white and the shades of grey ? What if i could only paint with a 8 color palette and you can see all the faults with your million color palette. Maybe the key is not to paint a picture rich in colors but to use the right colors so that the people around us can see the same picture as we intended it to be seen.

If i am the only one who can enjoy my painting, Is it still a good painting ? Are colors of our lives, as colorful, if we could never share it with anybody else.

Questions and Answers

Questions and answers have always had a complex relationship. One does not exist without the other but then, they are also polar opposites. Answers have always been the rockstars in this relationship, while the questions seldom reveal themselves once the Answer shows up. A Perfect question with a wrong answer at the right time solves more problem then a perfect answer to a wrong question.

Nobody shouts "Eureka, Eureka" and runs naked in the street for coming up with a great question. Nobody is given a better grade for writing an intelligent question in their exam sheets. Maybe we should.

Why, What , How , When and who ?

I have been searching for answers to a lot of question a long time. A what will lead to an How and an How leads to a why ?. I hate the Why's, they are a dead end. I have realized that i will never find the answer to these questions of mine. I began to think that the questions would never die without a successful answer, and die they must for my happiness. I couldn't have been more wrong for Questions seldom die when we find an answer, it only dies when we choose not to pursue it. For that factor so do many things in life; love, ambition and success are few more things that never die unless we choose not to pursue it.

The only way to happiness with these unanswerable questions in life seems to be the way to enjoy the questions themselves and the pursuit of the answer itself.

This post was Inspired by a Neil deGrasse Tyson Quote

"Answers are a luxury enjoyed only every now and then. So early on, learn to love the questions themselves."

A spoken word poem - on Girls who read

Phantasmagoria

"We tell ourselves stories in order to live...We look for the sermon in the suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five. We interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the "ideas" with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience." - Joan Didion

Sometimes i think the one of the main reason i like this quote from Joan Didion in her book The White Album, is because of the word Phantasmagoria. I am not sure, how people fall in love with a word, maybe its the way it sounds, maybe its because words are a poets currency,maybe its because of the power of a single world to explain, what that could not be expressed in a thousand sentences.

Life is a Phantasmagoria.

I recently saw a bunch of pics in Facebook about the kid with a specific type of cancer. Those were horrible pics and most of the comments was requests to take it down. Everybody knows that this kind of things happens and its the fact of life. But why do we run away from seeing it. Why do we earn so much to make our own version of an happy reality and lie to ourselves to be happy. If Life was supposed to be a Phantasmagoria, why did i buy a ticket to the puppet show.

There is something about chennai'ish style

more to come still searching for that tea stall video...

The bridges we build.....

Why we do, What we do ! Afterall all of us are building a bridge of our own...to be usefull for someone else....or Are we ?

It is a strange question, It can either act as an moral compass for the decisions we make in our lives or even make us drown under the pressure of answering it honestly. The real danger of asking these question, is the state of Paralysis by Analysis. Asking the question is one thing but then answering it honestly, takes it to a whole different level. It is hard to leave the shadow of a lie we have convinced ourselves to believe in.

Sometimes doing things for no apparent reason feels good as well and seems to be the only way to move forward and be happy. But then i really wonder if things happen without a reason, is there an effect without an cause ? The reason sleeps deep in our subconscious. We all have our reasons, but we may not be able to put a finger on it every time.

Thanks to NPR - thisibelive

My love for Radio has been a rewarding one. I continue to be reminded of the "indru oru thagaval" stories now and then and reminding myself of the right thing to do in many situation.

So i was not surprised to see another section in NPR which i have begun to follow very closely and look forward everyweek, No its not wait wait dont tell me. Its the Thisibelive essays. Its a worthy essays with a new person everyweek. From this week i liked theses sentences a lot. they make a lot of sense.

"But then I remember balancing a behavioral checkbook is detrimental to my happiness. If I’m constantly keeping count of what I feel I’m entitled to, I may never be satisfied. If I’m blessed beyond what I deserve I might never feel worthy. I must remind myself that I know better. "