do not disparage.

its not uncommon that our mother,father,or some elderly friend/relative asks us to do something that to us is nothing more than a superstition,here is my eye-opening effort to establish that our forefather s were not fools to believe in what is meaningless and that they too had a sound reasoning ability,or may be better than ours,if i am not totally wrong.its because of the ego-cocoon that we live in that we fail to brain that for everything that we do,there must have been a logical reasoning without which such practices wouldnt simply exist.it is we who are the idiots,who are incognizant to the reasons,and in our efforts to cling to our own pride speak in a derogatory way about our very own culture,something i just can not eat.if not we,who will preserve our values..
here i put forward a few citations to support myself.i will start off with a shell,now who in the world knew of the medicinal values of cow urine till the late 90s!Indians did,it is now a subject of research across the universe.our tradition has recognised it for the last so many decades,and u say it was a mere act of superstition that they would drink urine,i am not gonna buy that,i am sure they in some way did have a knowledge of what and why they are practising what they are.thats true for many other things,tulsi,turmuric and may be many others of which i dont have a clue.
another example,well who doesnt love diwali,the other day and some to this day and days to come fire crackers,why is this practise,like i mentioned before,it has a strong scientific basis,what we now better know as greenhouse effect gives you the answer,the gases produced by the crackers keeps the place warm,diwali falls in winter for no dumb reason,howzzatt!!!
some people say,india is 100 years lagging as against the west.i simply dont know why,in an era when people would laugh at an idea of flying object,wat we know as the aeroplane,indians did accept its feasibility,it simply goes to show,how intelligent they were.they unlike the rest of the world could atleast envisage that things could fly,as the mythology mentions it,and the idea of intelligent warfare, fast attack tactics,that came to be known as bleitzkrieg after adolf hitler employed it in world war 2,finds mention thousands of years back in the mahabharath,bheemasena is known to be using the ploy.
lastly,to the never ending list of examples i can place,i wish to make a special mention of the hymns that we chant,i am a brahmin,i know what meditation and its power is,far before the west recognised.it is a scientifically proven fact that chanting of certain phoenatics in a systematic manner improves nervous functioning,just like the thilak on the forhead,well if i continue to write on these lines,webspace simply wont be enough i guess,so all i want to convey is that the next time your elder asks you to do something,the reason for which is not known to you,remember my blog and give it a thought as to "what reason might exist for what i am doing",neverthless its upto u to benefit from the rituals laid down by our forefathers or to stay in the clutches of your own ego.if we dont know the reasons,we should not be calling what it is,a superstition,atleast.and i dont mean to say that everything that we recognise as superstition has reasoning,its we who should be filtering things apart.
all the data i ve mentioned is true and correct to the best of my knowledge and at no point has there been farfetching done.

highway blues.

my days at the room were not to last long,these days bangalore s become my abode,i travel to my college all the way till tumkur.its strainous,but cant leave away from home anymore for reasons i rather not accost of have forced me into the act.
its one big arduous job to get up at 5 in the morning for a person who would even at times get to bed at that time.its baffling to even open my eyes,answering nature s call and bath,i set off on bike,i sneak through the boulevards of bangalore,in the traffic with eloquence.its a 15 minute drive from home,i get to the bus stand,park the bike and even before i can blink,i find my bus,the journey through the day sums upto 140 ks by bus and another 15 ks by bike,lion's share is spent"on the move"
the journey is one mind boggling experience.cutting through the traffic is a nightmare,as the bus passes by ,unpleasant scenes are to be seen everywhere.there was a time when i would precariously peep through the windows if an accident were to have occured,things have changed ever since.not a day passes by without me as a witness to an accident,live or in its wrecked state.the very first day of my journey set the tone for what was to come in the future,it d been minutes since the accident ocured,thanks to the highway patrol,the wreckage was already being cleared off,a hyundai santro had pierced its frontboot into the rare end of a mammoth sized truck,ironicaly,the truck had this rubric that the car driver probably failed to notice in totality,,"i love you,but dont kiss me".its no more a passion to watch the wreckage of a mishap on the road,its become a chronic sight,that no longer tickles my interests.its more than just men that bare the brunt,animals are not forsaken either,only difference is that none bothers for thier sob,they are usually scavanged away.i cant stop thinking however,how safe are these express highways that i ply on everyday,i ve for good reasons learnt to keep the bloodrush that would sometime endorse me driving in 80s and 90s under control.