Being?

( Something I wrote a long time ago, just felt like reproducing it here.)

 

I trust the trust that others trust,

i take a leap of faith.

I think i see what others see,

i take a leap of faith.

I want to feel what others tellme,

but there i miserably fail.

I think i know that i’m falling,

but i know that the hand awaits.

I always tell myself i’m short,

No matter what the choice…

I always stand just shy of the line

that says you’ve made it, rejoice.

Is it the truth that rings through me,

Or is it plain fear of being less?

Am I what i’ve always though I was,

Or am I just a statue of my fears, a mess?

Its a question that may never yeild,

But i think i know what to do.

I place my trust in the hand, the being,

of the one who will never bid adieu.

Is Love overrated?

Love.

One emotion. In fact a mega-emotion. It is so wonderful, beautiful. There is no greater happiness in the world than being loved. There is no greater compliment in the world than bestowing love.

Yet, why is this emotion so often the source of our sorrows? Why is the object of your love capable of inflicting the greatest pain?

Small, insignificant things, hurt. Maybe cause expectations change. And that maybe because we want it to be a certain way, progress a certain way. Its all stereotypes and clichés. But that’s what you want. If only we knew nothing of love, if we discovered it as we went along, would we be any happier?

Is love really overrated? Or do me make it so?

I wish I knew.

Things I learn- Post 2 (Its No Problem!)

Your problems are so insignificant, they really don’t deserve the attention you give them.

If only homo sapiens were not so self-centered a species. It always takes a greater disaster to realise this.

There is a very good quote by Robert Fulgham, it tells you to realise the difference between a problem and an inconvenience. ( A very good description of it is found at Zenpencils, here)

I really like it, but would also like to add, that sometimes, you do have problems that may not be mere inconveniences. But they may not be the end of the world. Think about the various people struggling more than you, think about people in your own life who made sacrifices to get you where you are, think about the people who go through all this and never complain. Yes, you have problems, but so does everybody.

Make less of your problems and more of your successes. Prioritise happiness over discontentment.

Life’s a Song

Seldom do we find,

A mind alike our mind,

A soul so close to our past,

was it made in the same cast?

Another brain that precisely fires,

our brain’s deepest desires,

Another heart that pounds,

to the beats of our life, bound….

Another hand that seemingly holds,

our secrets; many, untold.

Another face that glows,

with emotions you chose…

Cherish the joys of such company,

Marvel over the sounds of your synchrony,

Let it make life a happy symphony!

If

No matter what tragedy God throws your way, no matter what great test he plans,
If he just keeps the knowledge of what it could have been,
If he just keeps the reminiscences of what had been,
If he just keeps the images of the good present that you won’t have…
Away from you…
You can survive it soo easily!
Ah! If only he loved us as much as to make things easy.
He loves us evermore.
And the infinite love shows.
Believe me.

Kya Chahta hai Dil?

Khamoshiyan chahta hai dil,

phir akelepan se kyun ghabrata hai dil?

Tanhaaeyon ki raah acchi hi thi anjani,

Chalkar sheekhne ki yeh zid kyun hamne thani?

Khud par guroor itna kiya nahi kabhi tha

Jiska muaavza ab jhila rahi yeh manzil…

Ansun, udhen-bun kya ab shab talak chalenge?

Yehi khayal ab toh dahala raha hai dil…

Tanhaeeyon se bhagta hai dil…

Tanhaeeyon se machalta hai dil,

Phir tanhaeeyon mein hi kyun samhalta hai dil?

Khamoshiyan chahta hai dil,

phir akelepan se kyun ghabrata hai dil?

Hazaron aankhon ke beech khud ko khoya mahsoos karo

Hazar logon ke beech bhi akela mahsoos karo

Aisa kab chahta hai dil?

Par jab akela baith dil ko humne tatola,

Toh apnapan, pyar mangta hai dil,

Apno ka sahara, khayal mangta hai dil,

Akelapan kya janta hai dil?

Kehte hai dil massom hai,

Kya isiliye pachtata hai dil?

Akhir, kya chahta hai dil?…..

Things I learn – Post 1

I’ve decided to try something. I’m usually very efficient, despite being not very organised on paper. But of late this is proving to be a problem that i need to overcome. So, this blog shall become my documenting medium. I shall record things I need to keep a track of, and more importantly, things i need to learn in life here. They will mostly be simple truths of life, that I need to learn by experience. These notes will help me consolidate things, by writing it down, as well as by reminding me of the costs for such epiphanies!

So, for my first entry; this one is two days too late.

No one is out there to help you. Extension of help is highly regulated by convenience.

Also, EVERYONE (you included) is capable of more than you imagine. You can’t know anyone absolutely, and you can never predict their responses and behaviour. Come to think of it, can you even predict your own? You may expect a certain response, but you may get something totally different. Shocking, though it may seem, it is still the same person. And they are no worse off for it.

These two things, though naive, taught me a great lesson by occurring together.

Take it at face value, and move on. Be professional, be cordial, be polite. Maintain the relationship. Everyone holds the right to decide how much to invest, and when to pull back in interpersonal relations. Chances are, that you will continue as before after it. I wont say ‘forgive’, as I don’t see anyone at  mistake here, but definitely FORGET. Works like a charm.

 

Have you?

Have you ever had a success in your life? Have you tasted the elusive delicacy? Have you ever marvelled at the end result of your work? Have you ever wondered how you managed to produce such a beautiful result? Have you ever been amazed by how good you were at it? At how you could do things you never even imagined? Have you ever felt like you could do anything in the whole world? Have you ever been confident that you can will your way to work?

Do you feel such more often than not? And did you make a living out of it?

If you could answer YES to any two or more of the above questions, you must be doing something right.

You must be, if you’re not already there, on your way to a good an happy life.

Isn’t that what we all want?

To REsearch, or Not to REsearch

Okay, so finally I’m writing about what I do. Its really difficult to avoid writing about it, as you see, no matter how much you try otherwise, if you’re in RESEARCH, its pretty much all your life.

I’m a graduate student in biology. I do full time scientific research and live and breathe biology. I work 24*7, including holidays and weekends. Work is a continuum,  free time dictated by incubations or sleep. I dream of possible solutions to my experimental problems, have nightmares about things that could mess up the current week long experiment, and cry when I realise the last dream may actually be reality! I get happiness when one step of my standardization works, even if i’m a loooonngg way from the coveted result. Data ( at most times any crappy, inconclusive data included) is the currency of our world, we live and die to acquire it. The one with most of it, is looked upon as the King, or the Tata’s and Ambani’s of our world, people looking at them as though they are on another side of this world where flowers blossom and PI’s smile, and where YOU can Smile! ( awestruck! O_o) The one single aim/dream/goal/aspiration/desire/target/ambition or in short our raison d’être is to get  PAPERS. Not just one, but many, and in as scientifically coveted a journal as possible.

Or, Atleast that is how it is Supposed to be.

But is it really? Not quite. You will realise soon (much sooner than i did!) that i’m not an ideal science graduate student. Because unlike what is generally believed, it takes a LOT more than love for science to do research. But more on the complicated ‘what you need to be a researcher’ later.

Even if i did have the passion for science that overpowers the logical human need to ‘have a life’, the picturesque description I painted above would still be a glittering galaxy of unattainable! The reality, if I may come down to it, is a hard life, full with incessant repeat try’s of experiments that don’t seem to work, and probably never will, before you get that one piece of data that may temporarily save your life! Despite the job being a highly organised one, your life will be the perfect example of unorganized, sometimes making you wonder what are you doing with it. Not to mention the perpetual guilt you would carry around for shirking work (cause u slept an extra hour! ) and not reading enough papers and keeping up!

All this you can still deal with, after all, every job has its problems! But what I (let me go back to first person here, just to avoid generalization!) just cant deal with is the continuous emotional and personal jabs that come from your ‘bosses’. Unfortunately, whatever of the field of biology i’ve seen (and i may not have seen a lot, but i do hear additional stuff) the practice of making your life a sinful mess and making sure you cant have more than 3-4 days at a stretch without crying (read bawling) out loud for your mommy or cursing your life, is a carefully adopted strategy handed down by generations of PI’s. How the students who were once on the receiving end of this torture become the perpetrators of it one day is still beyond me. Maybe the scientists of yore were just blessed with divine skills to foresee the future and hence they came up with some fool-proof formula. But either way, i don’t think i will live to see me transitioning through that phase.

I believe a few words can say a lot, and having said quite a few already, i think i should stop. But what about the question we started with? To research, or not to research? Well, as a very intelligent former teacher of mine recently told me, that is a question only you can answer,but ten years down the line! The answer is only clear in retrospect.

Curse all these scientists of yore. They really knew what they were doing! :@

 

Live, my love!

Leave and go so far beyond my love that no worries can reach you….
Laugh, and be so happy my love that people  say happiness is being you….
Love, and love so fiercely my love that it consumes every ounce of you….
Dance and be so merry love that the world dances alongside you….
Sing, let the melodies flow love, make the world dance to your tunes….
Befriend, leave a stream of people love, who remember your beautiful smile….
Work and build a world my love, proud of which you can be….

And so Live and live so vividly my love that people remember the spectacle they see!!