Through a series of events, that started on a Piewdiepie YouTube video on this Friday night (day before yesterday), I ended up visiting a website. I bookmarked the site and visited it again yesterday, and as I browsed through this site I came across the word Pointillism for the first time in my life. Pointillism is a kind of art technique in which the artist creates images through a series of dots. That Piewdiepie video had absolutely nothing to do with Pointillism or any kind of art. Even the website had nothing to do with art, but just referenced this form of art as an example for something.
Today, just a few hours back, I was casually flipping through the pages of The Times of India and I learnt through an article that a rock art, 38,000 years old — the oldest rock art discovered till date — has images carved using the technique of Pointillism! It was found in France, and until this discovery it was thought that Pointillism had its origin in the 19th century! Here’s a link to that. Wow! I felt a bit strange when I read this today. Why do these kind of strange coincidences happen in life? It is said that there are no coincidences and that everything happens for a reason. If that is the case, why did this little “insignificant” coincidence happened in my life? Obviously this is a major discovery for the person who did this, it is a major discovery for rock-art enthusiasts, archaeologists, and maybe many other art enthusiasts. But for me, personally, this is insignificant. Maybe I should just dismiss it and move on with my life, or maybe I should think that life is telling me something and I should try my hand at Pointillism, or maybe, it was me who made this art in a previous life and life is having a little fun with me. I don’t know.
Life is strange.
I first started using Linux in 2011 and ever since I learned about Slackware Linux I always wanted to try it. But Slackware Linux is for advanced users, they said, and so I thought I would give it a try later when I become advanced. Well, the year is 2017 and I still don’t consider myself to be advanced, but Slackware suddenly started to tempt me. I watched a few videos on Youtube and today I finally took the plunge! (actually it is 1 AM right now and I installed the thing somewhere around 11 PM yesterday).
Ubuntu is just for the curious amongst us. But Slackware is the doorway to Linux madness.
First you descend down Slackware, then you grope around the endless dark tunnels of Gentoo Linux, and finally LFS (Linux From Scratch) entices you and ensnares you.
Boy am I looking forward to LFS! I just spent the last 15 minutes installing Gedit, a simple notepad like program, in my machine. But it was fun and completely worth it.
I am now a Slacker! 🙂
2015 started as a pretty ordinary year. It progressed as an ordinary year and it continued to progress as an ordinary year. My 2015’s resolution was a disaster; my meditation practice had come to standstill; I wasn’t learning anything and I was confused. I was on the verge of calling it a slump, a downward spiral, depressingly…….er…depressing, and so on. But there was one huge, tremendous highlight towards the end of the year. One thing led to another and my whole life has changed within a matter of weeks! 🙂 And what a great year 2016 has turned out to be! The light at the end of the 2015 tunnel was my pilgrimage to the Himalayas and in particular to Mahavatar Babaji’s cave. I prayed and meditated there and I wished that Babaji would show me a proper path. I wished that he would put me on track to reach my destiny and he seems to have done it. But not quite in the way I had imagined. I still don’t know how all this is going to work out, but I trust in him and in my Guru, all the great Masters and divine souls and in God to show me the way. One step at a time, one step at a time! 🙂
Thank you, Lord God!
Thank you, Mahavatar Babaji!
Thank you, all Yogis and Divine Souls and Angels!
Thank you, my Guru! 🙂
When I was a little kid, I often had dreams of being haunted by a shadow being at night. I remember the figure being that of a boy like myself and I was terrified of those nightmares. The worst nightmare was when I saw myself sleeping and this shadow suddenly jumped up on me and started choking me. I opened my eyes and to my horror, I saw this shadow being still on top of me. I thrashed my body, but I couldn’t move. I lay there paralyzed and I shouted for help. As I started shouting, the shadow person dived away from me and passed right through the grilled window nearby. My shouting woke up my uncle who was sleeping nearby and he comforted me. That was the last time I ever saw that being and I was about six years old when it happened. Till now, I am unable to confirm and dismiss that it was all a dream.
I am documenting this today because I came across a Wikipedia page that describes these shadow people. I had no idea that other people too have experienced this. I literally shivered when I read this line: people had reported the figures attempting to “jump on their chest and choke them”. This is exactly what happened to me.
The Wikipedia entry about shadow people:
Update: 10 minutes after publishing this post, I remembered something. I have a fear of getting choked. Sometimes, I feel that my neck is exposed and I feel that it has to be protected. Whenever I get this feeling, I rub my neck. I am not sure if this fear is because of the incident that I have described above.
By the middle of next month, I will turn 28. The number scares me a bit and the thought that I am becoming older and older is alarming. I have so many desires and sometimes my desires drive me crazy. I joined Ananda Sangha in November, 2013. The next one year was spiritual and I kept my desires and other nagging thoughts at bay. But 2015 has been not very spiritual so far. I don’t meditate as much as I did during 2014 and I have encouraged myself to work harder towards my goals. But my goals seem to go further away from me and I face more obstacles as I work more. Sometimes I just want to throw away everything and embrace monk-hood. But I have so many desires. I came close to that during February 2014, but I was told to think about it and as time passed I gave up the idea. I don’t think I can be a monk in this lifetime. I am fighter. That’s what I am — a fighter. I always have been, and I always will be. This year, particularly the last few months, the fighting spirit in me has grown stronger. I do not know what to do. It is as though there is something that is waiting for me and once I understand what that is I will fight for it (or towards it). I do not know what is in store for me in life. Sometimes I think I should just listen to my friends and family and marry a girl and settle down in life. But I don’t think I am marriage-material. At least not right now. I do have the desire to fall in love with a woman, marry her and raise kids just like everybody else. But, the fighter in me is gearing up for something and he says no. The problem is, he has been gearing up for a fight for a very long time and he doesn’t know what he is looking forward to. It’s been this way for many years. I am confused and my mind is restless these past few days.
There is a monk in me, but the warrior is more active and he keeps getting stronger.
When I was little kid, I made a promise to myself. I promised that I would never grow up. Even at that young age, I knew that being a grown-up wasn’t a fun thing. And true to that promise, I still love a lot of stuff that I loved as a little boy. But still, growing up into this almost six-foot figure has taken its toll. I recently visited the ancient city of Thanjavur (aka Tanjore), which happens to be my parents’ birthplace. I went there by train along with some of my family members, and I looked long and hard at the railway station and the surrounding area that I so often had visited over the years. There was a time, which extended even onto the last leg of my teenage years, when travelling by train to Thanjavur excited me so much. I loved trains and being at Thanjavur was always exciting. But not anymore. I didn’t feel anything whilst I was there. I rummaged through some of my old memories and still I felt nothing. It was a depressing moment. “What has happened to me?” I questioned myself. Is this how all grown-ups feel? I think, as a child, everything looks so fresh and exciting to us. Once we grow up, the freshness of this world disappears.
When will I reach my Neverland?
Afterthought: I still get excited when I travel to new places — especially, if that new place is a hill station.
A couple of weeks back, I had a strange dream. It lasted for only a few seconds and this is what I dreamt of:
“It’s Emerson, correct?” Someone asks me.
“Yes, it is Emerson. Ralph Waldo Emerson,” I reply excitedly.
And then I heard some noise and I woke up from my sleep. It was a bizarre dream. It was bizarre because I didn’t know much about Emerson prior to this, except for the fact that he was a poet. I raked my brain immediately looking for clues as to what must have triggered this dream. I remembered reading one of his poems back in school, and I read one of his quotes somewhere on the web a few years back. That was all. His name popped up into my head out of nowhere.
Later that day I spent about an hour reading about him, his works, and his beliefs. He is a very interesting guy. I recently visited a book fair, and as my eyes roved over hundreds upon hundreds of books there were times when I thought about coming across one of his books. But I didn’t.
Now, Mr.Emerson, what is this game you’re playing with me? You’ve been in my thoughts a lot lately.
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