Mumbai isnt one of the places that I associate with serious thoughts. Its always been a fun place for me. I go there to de-stress, party, meet up with friends, chill out. This time too it was supposed to be somewhat similar a routine. But I ended up having this conversation with someone rather close to me. I have taken his permission to share this, so here is a transcript of the conversation we had:

"The serial blasts in the local trains disturbed me. I had to sit back and think about it. What is the difference between those who died in the blast and me. Just the time factor, right?

Have you ever wondered how vulnerable life is? Does that not make you wonder the sheer temporarity of your existance?"

This is perhaps a rhetoric question. But in the last few years, I have been more convinced than ever. It is not only about the series of disasters, bomb blasts, wars that are going on around us right now. It is perhaps about the very nature of life that we experience. Definiton of 'life' changes for all of us with time. They change with each phase that we experience. The value systems, the do's and dont's, the likings and dislikes, all of it. It is the awarenes of this change that evolves the person in you. Is this sounding like a sermon? Well, I take the risk. And I shall go on...

Have you ever wondered what difference does it make to the greater world if you are not here today? Not personal, just a wholistic impact... Honestly, I dont think I am irreplacable. It could have been anybody in my chair right now, working on this very machine. What matters is what you do with the invaluable resources that are at your disposal. We often say that we cant change the world alone. Yes, perhaps you cant. But you can make a little difference in your own life itself, right? After all, it is momentary. Do you really want to loose out on the limited time you have?

Dreams Interpreted

I had a disturbing dream.
Twice on the same night.
I had the same disturbing dream twice in one night....
When I woke up the second time, my first thought was that I am going mad!!!
Or who knows, I may have already lost it....

But when I was talking to my friend last night about this incident, he said he has been having weird dreams recently as well. Did that give me some comfort? Perhaps, to some extent. But in the end, when you examine your own dreams, they may not paint a pretty picture. And it is such a personal experience, that even sharing with someone close doesnt seem to ease the pain....