The Luckiest People

“That’s a wonderful story.”

“He was a wonderful man. And when a man is that special, you know it sooner than you think possible. You recognize it instinctively, and you’re certain that no matter what happens, there will never be another one like him.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Lucky One

What matters isn’t being applauded when you arrive – for that is common – but being missed when you leave.
― Baltasar Gracian

My Number One

Who is the most important person in your life?

I honestly don’t know what to answer to this question. It’s perhaps my mother, who brought me into this world, and well, so far is keeping me intact, even though I’m not that close to her (or anyone else for that matter). It’s perhaps my ex-girlfriend, who made me into the current better version of myself, both when we were together and now unfortunately due to circumstances who is not there with me. Perhaps it’s my own self, because if I’m not there, there is nothing to even think about, but that might sound a bit narcissistic and perhaps stupid.

I don’t know, I’ve stopped finding absolute points in the important aspects of life (and others). I’m more into co-existence and amending.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Community

Can’t think of a better one about a certain rad community than Comic Con happening at the moment here in Mumbai, 21-22 December 2013! It’s dubbed as Mumbai Comics & Films Convention here additionally, since it’s just starting to grow here.


That crowd.

My Precious

Who is the person in your life who can do no wrong? Describe this person and tell us why you hold them in such high esteem.

I wish I had a definitive answer for this one, I really really do. But the truth is there can’t be such a one, even you can’t even put your own name as an answer for this one. Our mistakes and flaws, no matter how bad, is what keeps us alive.

Also on another note, I just came back some time ago from watching The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug at a special screening. Good watch. My precious, get it?

All The Pieces Matter

That was my first (and only) thought when I first read about this line – All That Matters. This line is comes from the first season of The Wire. The show is regarded by critics and fans as one of the best TV dramas ever made, and is recognized for its realistic portrayal of urban life, its literary ambitions, and its uncommonly deep exploration of sociopolitical themes. I’ll be using two scenes both from the early first season itself in putting forth my views.

See this short clip:

In this scene, Freamon and Pryzbylewski are among the two detectives of a special division of the Baltimore city police known as Major Crimes who are trying to take down a major drug empire. Here they are having a discussion while monitoring the wire they have on the pay-phone. Pryzbylewski tries to log a monitored conversation as “not pertinent” to their investigation because there was no talk of drugs. Freamon explains to him why, when you are trying to piece together elements of a criminal conspiracy in which codes are used, almost any conversation between the key players should be considered pertinent.

In Lester’s own words: “We’re building something here, detective, and we’re building it from scratch… and all the pieces matter.”

The most obvious metaphor to draw on in this case is that of a jigsaw puzzle. To get the total picture, you need all the pieces, even the ones that don’t seem to have anything interesting on them. And is there any bigger puzzle than life itself?

These pieces ultimately lead to the goal of anyone in his/her life which is happiness as they say, whether it’s subconsciously hidden or actually realized. Happiness is mostly associated, if not limited to success, but the existence of happiness itself is meaningless if there isn’t the polar opposite, the feeling of sadness or the most uninteresting neutral feeling of boredom in the picture.


Mind you, like any other being I too do not want any boredom or mediocrity, let alone sadness or failures. But then, they do come with this package of life and are inevitable, they cannot be evaded. This subsequently leads on to the thought of whether happiness is really an entity that matters. But not always we are free to go about as we like, are we?

Although we like to think of ourselves as free (or at least those who can read this anyways) but what we call freedom actually operates according to the rules of structured interaction. Even those who live outside of the law — as do the drug dealers in The Wire — are still restrained by their own unwritten laws, rituals and taboos.

Here in this scene D’Angelo Barksdale explains it succinctly:

Before we even get into the specifics of D’Angelo’s speech, it is worth noting the deep significance of the fact that Wallace and Bodie, two youth in the gang are playing checkers with chess pieces. While it might seem like nothing more than an amusing way to introduce D’Angelo’s lesson, it is, in fact, a statement on their obvious status as pawns in the drug game.

As drug dealers, they are already deeply engaged in The Game. Whether they know it or not, they are on that chess board, their lives being played out according to fairly specific strategies and rules. As faceless, disposable soldiers, however, they don’t even know the fundamental rules of the game in which they are embedded.

We think of the king and queen (and even the knights, bishops and rooks to varying degrees) as fairly autonomous operators, the very definition of the word “pawn” carries the implication that someone else is entirely in control of their actions. Whereas pawns, often used as bait or as stationary deterrents, are valuable primarily for their simplicity and abundance (disposability), not their ability to understand what else is going on on the board.

To put it a different way, it is not simply that they are playing checkers because they don’t understand chess. They are playing chess. They just think they’re playing checkers. Their simplistic understanding is both a hindrance to their own development and the reason they are effective pawns. This same inability of understanding is what that hinders many of us.

We become pawns in our own game, someday a queen, not the king.

We all are pawns in a constantly changing game. We are knights and kings in people’s life and pawns in others. But little it’s realized that the disposable pawn is as important as the game changer. Primarily our needs comprising of happiness, freedom, people in our lives, the fact we need to have an understanding of the working of things without having to choose one over the other is what matters. Even as a fact over the spiritual sense of having importance of materialistic things as much as people and aforementioned entities of importance which exist, they matter too, even the small function they play which can seem large.

I want everything.

So as a person in the game of life, going ahead, All The Pieces Matter.

Elevator Rides

Honestly I don’t even remember the last time I took an elevator ride, let alone with a person from my past. I just prefer the stairs. Not that I’m a fitness aware or anything, just that I live on the 2nd floor so not much needed and unless I have to climb 40 stories which is a very rare thing, I just walk up as I’m too lazy to wait for it to come. Yeah I know, twisted logic which might seem senseless, as those who are lazy actually wait for it but oh well it’s me here we are talking about.

What makes one a VIP?

Who’s the most important person in your life — and how would your day-to-day existence be different without them?

ImageMy answer to this question is a counter question, what makes someone a VIP? (title) I’m myself wondering. Sure there are lot of important people in everyone’s lives, myself not being an exception. My parents are important, as I’m as of yet living dependent on them. Lot of people are important whom I’ve met throughout my life. But I don’t understand what basis to classify people as relatively important. I face this question a lot, not just limited to this context. Even among friends, we have good friends, close friends, best friends, this friends and that friends, depending on how much we trust and confide in. But the truth is, we never actually care about others more than we do ourselves. That is the the sole truth. And the most importance person? Still no answer. I can’t even name myself, otherwise I would sound narcissistic. So I’ll just leave it here.

Right to Health

Is access to medical care something that governments should provide, or is it better left to the private sector? Are there drawbacks to your choice?

To answer this question, I would like to put it this way: The government is supposed to provide good medical care to citizens, but unfortunately the failure is to such an extent that not even basic requirements are met to millions. The story is pretty much the same around the globe. All of the hardworking tax payers’ money is being swallowed by the corrupt, and in worse cases getting treatment is like fighting against a crime. Isn’t it a crime by the government? But why would they care? The rich can manage, the middle struggle and the poor just suffer.

Here comes to the private sector. We all know government hospitals suck. In most cases, just to sound real but you know the real story. On the other hand, many private hospitals which have the best of the doctors and facilities and more like a luxury hotel, only serve a fraction of the whole people. If I were have to choose, I would have to go with the lesser evil here, as in this case atleast something is being done.

Sure we have a ‘Right to Health*’ but the unwritten part is ‘*Limited conditions, otherwise go fuck yourselves’.

Update: Today in latest news I’m disgusted to know India is the second lowest country in the world which spends on health care.

Hardly 1% of the GDP is spent on the health sector. The Government doesn’t do anything, not does it help the private health sector. I knew things were fucked up, I never knew the numbers that it is so goddam fucked up!

And they are satisfied with the fact the lowest is Pakistan, as we are above them. Being happy just being a spot above one of the most fucked up failed state in the world, seriously? Even (I should add relatively) poorer countries in Africa do more!

And you expect India to be a super power, let alone a developed nation!?

Are you out of your fucking minds you fucked up morons?! ARGH!

The lonely tram

ImageInterestingly what caught my attention first looking at the image the first time was the tram car, probably because it’s in the center. It’s quite fascinating how much stories one picture can say.

To the highlight is a cute couple embracing each other, probably seeing each other after a long time (even a day is considered a long time these days, just saying). And to the right, near the tram car is an old couple walking on the street, along with others. Probably tourists visiting Lisbon, Portugal or just random folks. Interesting to see two different ages of togetherness in one frame.

But here less than the people themselves, I’m more intrigued with that tram car. Those of us who are fortunate enough to have people in our lives (and find more) is something one would easily think about or appreciate (or not), what about that tram car? It serves hundreds of passengers everyday, yet it stands on its own, going where the path leads it. Are you alone yet not lonely?

I would like to visit Portugal someday, as traveling around the world is one of my big things in my bucket-list, or should I say, wanting for life itself. The artistic subtlety and style of the photograph is one of my favourite kinds, and the road going down with the stones decorating it on either sides looks beautiful. And while I enjoy solitude I wouldn’t mind a hug from a beautiful girl either 😛