Saturday, July 17, 2010


" Cynicism an easy way to behave like an intellectual. "

Its raining outside, the mild drizzle which makes everything around you come alive, look beautiful, look fresh. I am sitting in the coffee house, staring at the greenery outside, smiling at the little game the puppies are playing. Its one of those lazy afternoons when you have nothing to do except stare at the beauty around you, think about life while the coffee grows cold and the book begs to be read. Its these small, simple things in life which make it so beautiful. Perhaps because underlying all these things is an inane feeling of hope, of something good, something better, something beautiful. It is this reason why I love the monsoons so much.

Looking at today's paper and around at the people, however there is something which unsettles me. There seems to be an epidemic of cynicism around. Right from the doomsday predictions to the bickering about the broken system. Somehow it has become "cool" to appear disillusioned. To complain about the system, criticize the progress and make damning statements. The neo intellectual today is not the one with the vision about a better tomorrow. He/ She is the one with the eye for the faults today and predictions about doomsday tomorrow. I don't know when or how this change came about or what triggered it or acted as catalyst for its growth. But it probably has affected everything around me ... probably even me.

Last few weeks however made me realize that the power of hope does triumph over the might of cynicism. Sport has always been both a great teacher and a great leveler. The triumph of La Roja and Rafael Nadal showed me what hope can do. A team which lost its first match and was promptly written off by critics won the world cup. A player which battled a career threatening knee injury came from behind a dismal last season to lift both the Rolland Garros and Wimbledon. Somewhere they had hope. The hope which kept them going when everything around seemed lost. The hope which gave them the power to struggle, compete and finally conquer the arena.

While my coffee nears its finish and the skies open up, I think this what is needed - HOPE. Because the there is a tomorrow which is better, good and extremely beautiful.

I guess the monsoon does bring a lot more than just rain :).

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Thursday, July 1, 2010

The end of innocence

" Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up"
- Pablo Picasso

I saw Toy Story 3 today. I was 8 years old when Toy Story was first released. I had loved it. To me it was my story. The world full of toys, the world which I used to create, the world where everything was possible. There was no limit to my imagination. My stories which I made for my toys were as weird and as thrilling as they could be. There were fast car chases, GI Joes dropping from the helicopter to lay siege on Lego toy boxes trying to free Bret heart hit man imprisoned by skeleton. They were fun. But the most important thing about them was that they always had a happy ending.

Today, while watching the movie I thought how much change was there ( no I am not talking just about the movie being 3D :P). I had grown up and the toys were kept somewhere in the attic. But the bigger thing was somewhere in all of this, I had stopped imagining. I had become what one may call a realist ( a euphemism for cynic ). The happy endings had stopped somewhere.

Today, I felt that child in me is still there somewhere. I rooted for the toys to get back ( Ok no more spoilers :P). I came back, went to my attic and had a look at all the toys which were kept there. The one's who were the actors in my story :P. I don't play with them anymore and am too shy or say too grown up to play with them now. But I had a smile on my face while looking at them and remembering the old times.

And I suppose that is what is important. That we never let the child inside us die. The innocence, the thought that everything in this world is possible. That there are happy endings and that it is important to dream. For only once believe that, would we believe that there are opportunities out there for us to conquer the world. And for GI Joes to defeat skeleton yet again to free The Hitman :P.

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