Life in this Age

Life in this digital age has become transformational. Friendships are dictated by an On line phenomen, Facebook wherein you narrate your life in hourly bits to those who might actually have the desire to  follow your activities. In fact I could say with confidence that today Facebook dictates our social life, at least to those of their Billion followers. Our seeming popularity, especially to the teen generation is dependent the number of " FB friends" we have. This definitely leaves out guys like me who would like to make friends for life with a select few, who would be there for us, no matter what.

Then there is this issue of blogs. It definitely does not depend on your writing skills. Rather, given the above, your networking skills. You may well be penning the "Iliad" Version 2  but it is of no value unless you have someone to read it. And today, that someone is, you guessed it, on Facebook, beside sundry other Blog sharing Websites, like Blog Adda who in my opinion are doing an Admirable job in promoting the inbuilt urge in us to communicate, verbal or otherwise. However, this does not mean your written "wisdom" has a guaranteed an audience. To achieve that, you have to trawl these Websites, searching for fellow bloggers  who share your viewpoint and establishing a connection which will ensure the future of your blogsite. A really daunting task for those like me who just just like putting pen to paper.

Has someone realised that in this Blizzard of transactions you may loose out on the "higher" purpose of life? Or are these websites more like allures of the banal lives we lead  without figuring the "higher Purpose"? Or is it that we have sunk ourselves into this time consuming life cause we the people have no clue or interest in said High purpose. Look at the Goals we have set up for ourselves.

The sequence: Good schooling, decent degree , a bit of Management and you are ready to roll. Climb the corporate ladder, wife and child in tow. The goal being Financially secure when Retirement raises ts ugly head.. In between, raise your child in your image, debatable at best, to carry on the Legacy, whatever that may signify .I could expand on this but the "9 to 5"  life is so predictable, everyone knows what to expect.

Is this what life is all about?  Holidays in the Mediterranean, Boxy Villas, chauffeurs, elite schools, clubs to retire to in moments of conflicts, Kitty parties to keep the wife happy; the list goes on and on.  Like is this really what we want to do? Spend our entire energies on that which supposedly rules life? Money.

The thing is, there is a higher purpose in life, there always has been but we spend our lives ignoring this calling. Instead we attach ourselves to those who state they have supposedly gone beyond the Veil of Maya and now state that they possess all the answers. How disastrously stupid can we get in believing them. Given that all of us possess all the answers within but spend our lives seeking beyond.

I guess what I am trying to say is that Maya, that voluptuous veil does indeed snare all of us. How else could you explain this mindless pursuit of all that is temporary in this physical world; Wealth,  Health and Life and all that it holds when the only constant is in fact our Souls and that is what we should be focusing on. Yes. money does have a place in our lives , given the Society we are in but  if not handled properly in immediately attracts that Masterfull  creation, the delusional Maya.

A Tribute to that Legend, Bruce Lee

Kung fu came to Bangalore in the mid 70's in the form of that awesome master warrior Bruce Lee. "Enter The Dragon", the Master's last offering took India by storm. The queues at Galaxy theatre had to be seen to be believed. Trust me, I was part of them, on 7 occasions. And never regretted it. He had an almost invincible aura around him, his phenomenal  skills made him a unique warrior around whom reel life unfolded. He had muscles which I did not even know existed,. You see, we belonged to the "Dumbell" generation and at the most would develop satisfying Lumps of muscles on our torsos and appendages without knowing what to do with them.

He did. His speed strength and technique were almost supernatural in nature. When he hit someone, they stayed hit. Here was a man all of us secretly longed to be. Machismo in its pure distilled form. Someone nobody dared confront. One wrong move and you were dead long before you knew it!

Our entire fighting technique in those days revolved around a sneaky kick to the Gonads. Or, to those more informed in the art of combat, a punch to the "Solar Plexus". In those days everybody knew where it existed ( just below the sternum) and one punch would render your opponent "Hors de combat"  Strangely though this particular part of the body seems to have disappeared nowadays, at least I don't hear of it any more either in gyms or the Doctor's offices. Strange. So you could understand our veneration for Shri Lee and the fierce anger that a man who could inspire us to join desi Dojo's was struck down in his prime.

Only to be replaced by Jackie Chan, a pale imitator, more into stunts than kung fu. Followed by a flood of Chinese "Shaolin" martial arts movies of little entertainment value. That is until the arrival of Jet Li, who even impressed the Wife with his lethal technique in "Lethal Weapon 4". Some achievement, given girls just arnt into Martial Arts Movies even those starring the "Master". I guess there is no Kung Fu in Venus though Mars is heavily loaded with it.