My series on LIFE

As far back as I can cast my mind, I have always pondered the question Why Am I Here? | What is my purpose in life?  It’s probably one of the most popular questions, on which people have written books and directors made films around the world.

Do I need to ask this question when I am at that point, starring the grim reaper in the face while I ponder on my life like a rolling movie?  At which point I say to myself, “Ahh, now I understand”. 

There is a common misconception that only those insane or deeply depressed ponder such questions, however not quite so, you could be someone riding the joys of life (like me) yet still questioning the mere existence.

This post is an intro into some articles I intend to write, maybe to get a wider perspective from my readers.  I am no philosopher nor do I profess to have read reams of books written by the experts, whether they are of a scientific or religious nature, however I have some simple questions that I would like to address.

My follow-on post, titled “Notion behind my inception” should hopefully set the scene, coming soon.

The Song that YouTube honoured – “Why This Kolaveri Di”

Over the weekend I heard the mention of a song, something called Kolaveri….I checked it out yesterday and since this morning, I have been hooked.  Apparently it’s been such a sensation online that YouTube honoured it a gold medal, seeing that it was only released in November last year.

So without further ado, here it is.  Read below some extracts on it I gathered from the corners of the web

 

Why This Kolaveri Di has been described as “genre bending” by critics, built around an ancient South Indian folk rhythm. Its instrumentation consists of nadaswaram, shehnai, saxophone, urumee and thavil drums, acoustic guitar and keyboards mixed with electronic synths and scratches. The vocals utilize the singing style of Tamil folk culture. Lyrically, the song revolves around the film’s main protagonist being dumped by his girlfriend; the song is sung by the character in a drunken state, with many of the lines nonsensical. Wikipedia

On why the Kolaveri Di is called the ‘soup song’, Anirudh says “Soup is a Tamil word used for guys who go through failure in love. Words like these are used by young guys in real life but in a song, we were introducing them. And these words have worked well for Kolaveri Di” Indicine.com

Piecing together a Dream – I am no Freud!

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“Sweet Dreams Darling”…..”but I don’t dream”……”I do”.

I do dream a lot, when I am sleeping that is, well that’s what my mind tells me however I am not sure whether my eyes are open or closed.  I can also recount my dreams very well but I am guessing an expert in the field will confirm a scientific theory behind that.

Anyway, I have been replaying a dream I had last night, this is how it went.

The location of the dream was some sort of docks, I know that because there was a ship, lots of water and kind of those cobble roads around us.  I say us because I was not alone, but I can’t quite “place the faces”.  All of a sudden I was confronted by a tall monster, who was being handcuffed.  The tall monster tried to escape and transformed into a tall person, some young kid popped out from nowhere to shoot it but I put my hand in front of the gun, the tall person then rapidly got wrestled to the ground and pumped with an injection to calm it down. 

I suddenly awoke, stared at the ceiling and thought, how strange.  This morning I was still chewing over the dream and it finally occurred to me various bits from yesterday/weekend which I could relate to this dream, so here goes:

Location @ Docks: Just this past Sunday and yesterday, the wife and I have been talking about booking a trip away to the Isle of Wight, so instantly ships and water have been on my mind.

Tall Monster turns human: This is a strange one, one of my Twitter friends mentioned to me as a joke that she was 10ft tall.  I then responded to her that for such a tall person she would make a good goalkeeper.  The monster part?  Well she is kind of scary in the Blogging/Twitter world.

Monster is handcuffed: This is brilliant.  I was watching an old movie last night, Absent Without Leave (AWOL), starring the one and only Jean-Claude Van Damme, who in one scene is about to be handcuffed.

Boy with a gun: OK, so my kids have been playing with their Nerf guns all weekend, on the rampage at home.

Tall Human get’s injections: Yesterday morning I got my last injection from the nurse for my trip to India; although I am not 10ft tall.

It sounds as if I made most of this up, but I kid you not!

So, how well do you remember your dreams?

A trip to the Motherland– India

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1993 was the last time I graced the soil of India, I recall getting off the plane in July and being hit by a heat wave.  To make matters worse, I was wearing a suit jacket so the passport remained safe.  The car journey from the airport was a struggle, I had orange juice from a carton but it was hot.  My trip then was unplanned and more a cause of duty, the mood was not great however I learned a lot and my mother and I managed to visit Sri Hemkunt Sahib.  This was a journey I would never forget, an experience totally overwhelming.

This February I make the journey back to India for a family wedding.  I am excited because there are so many family members I have not seen for so long, I was 16 then, much older now and much wiser (I think).  On the other hand I have been grumpy too as my wife and kids cannot make the wedding as kids are at school and they have strict guidelines for pulling them out.

So it’s going to be a 7 day trip, 4 days of that the wedding, 1 day in travelling and hopefully 2 days off to rest/sight-see.

The last I was there, toilet rolls had still not surfaced the ground, I hear India has changed a little since then?

The Theory of Responsibility

Just like Albert Einstein, while sitting in an office realised that Newton’s law of gravity was somewhat incorrect, I kind of stumbled across the same notion about The Theory of Responsibility

Before I embark on what The Theory of Responsibility is, here’s the definition around the term “responsibility”. 

On a social aspect:

1. The state, quality, or fact of being responsible.

2. Something for which one is responsible; a duty, obligation, or burden.

On a business aspect:

A duty or obligation to satisfactorily perform or complete a task (assigned by someone, or created by one’s own promise or circumstances) that one must fulfil, and which has a consequent penalty for failure.

OK, so it’s safe to assume that responsibility is something to do with the fulfilment of something either given to you, or something you have taken on, to a certain point.

So, what’s my theory you ask?

Where Theory of Responsibility is R

Where Creativity is C

So in words – More Responsibility = less creativity

Mathematicians across the globe will probably throw their hands up in laughter at my feeble attempt to encapsulate my theory as a sum, but the (-) signifies creativity decreasing as responsibility increases.

There’s a famous saying, the more responsibility you have the better a person you are.  OK, so in terms of being a more experienced human being, this may well be the case.  However, the way I view this, the more responsibility you have the less creative you become.

How?

Where is Creativity born out of?  To be creative you need to be imaginative! To be imaginative you need to have the freedom to think! To have the freedom to think, you need to have less on your mind for that space to exist. 

Today, we are shaping the next generation of children to be more responsible much sooner than what we were, however, the danger is that we may end up taking away their ability to be creative because they simply don’t have the freedom to think in this way.  I am not saying we educate the next generation to be any less responsible but that we tread carefully not to harm their ability to be creative.  Let’s delay the point at which they need to be pushed out to the big bad world to fend for themselves, let them stride across countryside, take adventurous walks, spend hours looking for motivation and a reason to be creative. 

If we fill their minds with things they have to do, when will they get the time to do the things they want to do?