Friday, February 25, 2005

Colors of the sky like rhythms of music flowing in a pattern portraying beauty, fragility and power at the same time!

(c) Copyrights 2005. Sanket U Korgaonkar


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Franklin D Roosevelt once said ... " There is a mysterious cycle in human events. To some generations a lot is given, of some generations a lot is expected, but this generation of Americans has a rendezvous with destiny . " I am not an American but I think every individual has a certain future.

The last time I wrote this quote was when I had mailed my best friend with the news that I had got my first admission among the list of colleges I had applied to. It was a big thing for me, perhaps the biggest thing, something that had possessed my mind for the better part of my engineering years. And when the admission came through, there was this amazing feeling of life finally picking up speed, a change of direction, a swiftness in the wind an adrenaline rush………… it was magic.

I had come into engineering with a shattered confidence; the aftermath of a terrible failure in one of the most important career points and for the first few months I was busy getting my vital stats back in shape, ambition was a very fuzzy word back then. Which is strange for me cos I have always been the sort of person who believes u culd make a crater on the moon if u threw a stone hard enough. Engineering put me into intensive care, thanks to my college I had a great doctor. Treatment was simple.... 'No one has the time to blow sun shine off ur ass, get to work, show some results or quit'. You learn to prioritize things. You learn that if there is a tiger running behind you, thirsty for ur blood, you cant worry abut ur girl friend's birthday present, shut up ur mouth, channel ur energy, concentrate on the best route and run the hardest u can.

And so I recovered, slowly but surely. And then there was a time for dreams again, the word ambition was becoming less and less fuzzy but my path still lay hidden from me. There were just too many factors out of my hand that were important and I culd do nothing but hope for the best with them.................. as the Air India flight gathered speed to lift off the Mumbai airport, I realized that there are some things in life about which you cannot have all knowledge nor can u control all factors, but if u strive hard and I mean really hard and do everything that is in your control, luck begins to bend your way and life submits to your will. And then you wonder and in your heart you being to understand the meaning of destiny.

How this fiber of life takes turns, knots up into hard puzzles, leads you to strange and surprising places, how it connects with other lives, how complex it can be. And yet perhaps there can be a simple message: 'Don’t worry about things you can’t control but make sure you do all you can.' And when the attempt is made that way and when you realize that the outcome doesn't really matter to you anymore, you know that life has spoken to you.

You know that you are on to a rendezvous with 'Destiny'.

- Sanket


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Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Its a hard life! Is it?

If you can force your nerve and sinew to serve their turn long after they are gone...... and so hold on when there is nothing left in you except the will which says to them ... 'Hold on'.

If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run............

My bible, gita and and my God demand a lot of things and they are all in a simple form visible to the human eye, nothing elusive or unearthly about it. You dont ask things from it, you dont expect my god to do anything for you, u understand that whatever it is u will achieve will always be of your own efforts.

Then what purpose one might ask this God of mine serves? Well it certainly gives you the inspiration to put the effort needed for success. Its almost insatiable and you wuld most certainly spend your entire life time trying to fit every condition it demands. But there is a promise it makes at the end and for that you strive.

There are days when u think everything is wrong, cos everything is so corrupted and soiled and dirty and you begin to question if the wrong lies withing you or with them for there are far too many to be wrong. But u go on, on what u belive to be true and all the time the burden increases and the demands become harder.

And you cant help but wonder, where did u start ? where are u going? and will u ever get there? No answers, only one thing you know for sure, that you will try as long as there is the body and there is the soul.


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Tuesday, February 15, 2005

White Sand, slipping away.

Some say time is a fabric, a dimension and that like space it is all there infront of you. And so the past, the present and the future is all infront of you but u cant see it cos u are on one portion of the fabric.

That aside I think time by itself has always been a mysterious entity to me, simple and complicated at the same time. Simple in the sense that 'Hey, look up in ur watch' and complicated in the sense ' If its a fabric can u jump me to another section?' .

I imagine time as the white sand hour glass figure. Sand from one side goes down into another and then u flip it over and the same thing happens, fairly accurate unit of time though, subject to human error, but thats not my point.

Actually there is no great 'point' here and as any one wuld make out I have gone crazy right now. But there are songs, people, places, friends, jokes, smiles, laughs and yess those horrible controlled tears and smiles that are actually frowns all lost in this white sand.

I always visualize this........... when I was born there was this guy who like flipped this 'my life time' hour glass on me and ever since then this white sand is slipping away and the favourable side of the glass is emptying by the second. And when alll the sand finishes and falls on to the other side........... yes I die :( .

And all the time, all I see and all I do goes down this white sand. So it has been the prime motive for me to do something that cannot be absorbed by the sand , white or what color doesnt really matter. Something that can break out of this glass structure that lesser mortals are bound to, many of whom dont even seem to notice they are bound in one.

And to that end I shuld submit myself, apparently I am not yet inspired enough cos the keen observer will observe that I spent some time down the white sand just typing this.


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