"Shoe-Hurling Era" - Future Trends

Boy! it took a lot of pondering and scribbling to decide the title of this post. A few heads I was considering were - "Shoe Hurling Saga", "Common Man's Weapon", "New found democratic cult", "Future of shoe hurling age" and finally I zeroed in on this one.

To redefine "Shoe-Hurling", it refers to flinging a Juta (Shoe) to vent frustration by a common aadmi on some useless person generally belonging to politics clan.

What might have started as an impulsive reaction by some distressed being has now become a cult. I am here trying to figure out, if this trend kept flourishing at the same pace, what is it that we can expect in future?

10 Future Trends:

1. In coming Olympics, we will see an official "Shoe-Hurling Competition"
2. Kids will hurl shoes to get fruits off the trees
3. Shoe-Hurling fad will evolve into juggling. Will see a few circus jokers expertise the skill
4. Shoes will come in triplets, two to wear, one to fling
5. The movement will worm its way to Schools, Colleges and Offices
6. Teachers and bosses will also start inhabiting in net shields
7. Shoe and Hurling will become costliest key words with Google Adwords
8. "Indian Shoe-Hurling League" will replace "Indian Premier League (IPL)"
9. We may also see a few academies making junta dexterous at this new art
10. Celebrating "Shoe-Hurling Day" ahead of Valentines Day

Well, telling future is anybody's guess, what present teaches is, netas need to be cautious while making promises and need to remember what they promised last time they came on the roads, otherwise few agitated people will make their heads swinging.

Philosophy at tea time

My blog was into a deep meditative mood for last one month and hence there is no post.
Well, to be honest, wasn't actually having the time to weave the words, New year started on quite a busy note.

But last week I was lazing at a tea stall. The most wisdom endowed people in India can either be located at a "Paan Ki Dukaan" or at a "Tea Stall". I have always wondered how people become so intelligent and full of insights while they guzzle down hot tea or munch a Paan. Folks here discuss some of the world's most head scratching problems and decipher them as they shoot reddish jets from their chops.

Phew... getting back to the incident, I was having my evening cup of tea with my left ankle on right knee, and suddenly a few words from surrounding wormed their way into my ears. "IF YOU KEEP ON SCREWING OTHER'S LIVES, ALL YOU WILL BE LEFT WITH IN YOUR HAND IS AN SCREW DRIVER."

Well said, worth atleast a post...

Wink of time

During college times, management jargon sounded very attractive...
A year on job and I am learning, those jargon looked better in books

I Grew

I grew

Stories contracted and words lost, days contracted and hours lost, smiles contracted and giggles lost, roads contracted and steps lost, celebrations contracted and dances lost, friends contracted and love lost...

I grew but I lost a lot, like everyone. And this is a soothing consolation, "EVERYONE", what's the big deal, every damn person looses its childhood, so have I. Why am I making fuss about such natural phenomenon?

But when we loose something priceless, certain moments which we can never get back even after spending a fortune, we do create ado, don't we?

Well, I can sense the contradiction of life...

The secret of few posts and good thoughts

I was pondering very hard, why there are so few posts in my blog? And I realized, thoughts always approach me when I am least resourced to write them down. Whenever I walk down to my home from office I submerge into the most beautiful of the thoughts. They just disembark on my mind from some unknown source.

I sail through the seas to find some lovely island but all in vein and as I drop all the thinking patterns, I suddenly come ashore to a place I was seeking desperately.

My work demands continuous generation of ideas, and whenever I need to come up with some so called path-breaking idea, I stare at my monitor, reach out for my mouse, browse through various resources available and TRY to generate something and in this TRAIL the beauty of the thought, the magnificence of the idea gets lost.

Exhausted, I sit down quietly, close my eyes, empty my mind, clear all pre existent notional, not thinking anything and yet, some beautiful thought flying like a colourful butterfly sits on the flower of my innermost soul and I feel connected to something supreme, lost from the world my body is seating in and get coupled with something superlative, and this communion with the soul sprouts a thought, unparalleled, an idea with divine beauty in it.

And somehow, I comprehend that; a thought can be beautiful only if it has touched supreme soul, get connected with divine and born out of the spiritual union of mind and heart.

Atleast, I feel so.