Met your mate?

One of my friends, Kunal Gupta, recently wrote a note on Facebook. It suggested, all actions of a person are a desire for glory.

I completely agree.

I just want to add another dimension to it. All actions of a person are linked with glory. All glory is linked with finding the best mate.

Animals and all other beings on this planet act on the motivation that the opposite sex would long for them and would desire them as a mate. By Darwin's theory, they evolve, and the fittest survive. They fight to prove themselves the best amongst the clan, because the best gets the privilege to chose, or in some species, the best gets it all.

Likewise do humans. All their actions are aimed at impressing the cult of the opposite sex that they might be interested in. When a person paints, it is because she/he wants to get appreciated and noticed. The want to be seen on television, or performing on stage are similar examples. Adventure sports are the want to prove to the opposite sex that you are tough and worthy. A business venture, or earning money, are signs that you can provide a good future. The desire to look beautiful, needs no explanation.

Although some people might argue that they paint for their own satisfaction, or a classical performance should not be linked to something as inauspicious as sex, but a word of caution: I am not talking about sex here. I am talking about finding a mate and carrying forward the legacy, that is YOU.

If you are overtly religious, it is simply because you want to find a similar religious mate. If you play sports, you want to win. You want to win because you want glory, you want glory ... because, you want to find a good mate. If you want good education, and want to get into a good college, it is so that you earn big bucks and later find a good mate.

This is not a declaration. The idea got planted in my head a long time ago, a documentary. I am not saying that all of us would agree on it, but I am certainly saying that none of us would deny it completely, neither would anyone repudiate the very existence of it. This could be an on going debate. Just an attempt to add another dimension to your thought process.

Plastic Bag!

The ban on plastic bags. I now proudly say that Rajasthan is a plastic free state, and when I say this, I myself can't believe that it is being followed, but it's true. Before August 1 this year, everyone was wondering if this time too, the ban would be like other attempts of the government, just in the papers. I wondered too. But it was a pleasure to start noticing changes in small towns like Pilani itself. The places where plastic bags seemed like an absolute necessity, have also found newer methods. To cite an example: groceries. I went to the grocery section of a departmental store and saw that they had done away with all the separate plastic bags for each variety of vegetable. Now they had baskets which had to be used up to billing and then the customers had to oblige by taking their new belongings in their own shopping bags. Winds of Change.

Pilani

Pilani has it all, all it takes to make me fall in love all over again. In love with the tree lined streets, the shining clock tower on a vibrant backdrop of rain filled clouds and the aura with which the place welcomed me.
The serene breeze in the ground rustles across my face and asks me, what is it that I am missing?
I see 360 around and see dark clouds covering the sky without a patch that would let me see the stars beyond. Occasional spells of thunder and a serene breeze rustling across my face. After a while, the clouds disperse a little, letting us peep into the amazing world beyond.
I could teach the little girl Laali how to connect the dots in the sky and make a spoon, but what she could teach me was how to tilt the spoon and make an S. Imagination.
Warmth, I found unlimited when I visited Meera Bhavan's didis n mess wala bhaiyas. They said, 'Behanji, hame yaad hai, mithai khilai thi aapne jab naukri lagi thi, ab dobara bhi khilana jab shadi ho tab' and dazzling smiles packaged along with such innocent comments. No questions, just happiness lurking on their faces with the satisfaction of recognition from a previous dweller.
The one question that I was asked a dozen times was, 'aap yaha kaise? aapka toh course khatam ho gaya tha na'. My unruffled smile tries to explain, my time will never be enough. This place belongs to me, I belong here...